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A BAKER FROM GOA .This is a pen - portrait of a traditional Goan village backer who still has an important place in his society . GOA is best Tourism place . Our elders and often heard reminiscing nostalgically about those good old Portuguese days , the Portuguese and the their famous loaves of bread . Those eaters of loaves might have vanished but the makers are still there we still have amongst us the mixers , the moulders and those who bake the loaves . Those age -old , time- tested furnaces still exist . The Fire in the furnaces has not yet been extinguished . The thud and jingle of the traditional Baker's bamboo , heralding his arrival in the morning , can still be heard in some places . Maybe the father is not alive but the son still carries on the family profession . These Bakers are , even today, known as a pader in Goa . During our childhood in Goa , the baker used to be our friend , companion and guide. He used to come at least twist a day . Once, when he set out in the morning on his selling round , and then again when he returned after emptying his huge basket . The jingling thud of his bamboo woke us up from sleep and we ran to meet and greet him. why was it so ? Was it for the love of the loaf ? Not at all . The loaves were bought by some Paskine or Bastine , the maid-servant of the house ! what we longed for were those bread - bangles which we choose carefully . Sometimes it was sweet bread of special make. The beker made his musical entry on the scene with the 'jhang, jhang' sound of his specially made bomboo staff . One hand supported the basket on his head and the other banged the bamboo on the ground . He would great the lady of the house with "Good morning" and then place his basket on the vertical bamboo . We kids would be pushed aside with a mild rebuke and the loaves would be delivered to the servant . But we would not give up . We would Climb a bench or the parapet and peep into the basket , somehow . I can still recall the typical fragnance of those loaves . Loaves for the elders and the bangles for the children . Then we did not even care to brush our teeth or wash our mouths properly . And why should be we ? Who would take the trouble of plucking the mango- leaf for the toothbrush ? And why was it necessary at all ? The tiger never brushed his teeth . Hot tea could was and clean up everything so nicely , after all ! Marriage gift are meaningless without the sweet bread known as the bol , just as a party or a feast loses its charm without bread . Not enough can be said to show how important a baker can be for a village . The lady of the house must prepare sandwiches on the occasion of her daughter's engagement . Cakes and bolinhas are a must for Christmas as well as other festivals . Thus , the presence of the baker 's furnace in the village is absolutely essential . The baker or bread -seller of those days had a Peculiar dress known as the Kabai .it was a single- piece long frock reaching down to the knees. In our childhood we saw bakers wearing a shirt and trousers which wear shorter than full -length ones and longer than half pants . Even today , anyone who wears a half pant which reaches just below the knees invites the comment that he is dressed like a pader! The backer usually collected his bills at the end of the month . Monthly accounts used to be recorded on some wall in pencil . Baking was indeed a profitable profession in the old days . The Bakers and his family never starved . He , his family and his servants always looked happy and prosperous . their plump physique was an open testimony to this . Even today any person with a jackfruit- like physical appearance is easily compared to a baker . end ... GOA bakers intro ... Goa is most beautiful place and go for trip ..