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Archita Redkar

11 September 2025 at 2:30:25 pm

A Diwali to Remember: The Light of Mangeshi Temple

I still recall one of the most captivating Diwalis I’ve experienced — the one I spent in Goa fourteen years ago. That year, we chose to celebrate uniquely at the Shri Mangeshi Temple, and residing within its walls made the occasion intensely personal and unforgettable. It became a treasured family celebration. My daughter was very young then, but to this day she distinctly remembers each lamp, each prayer, and every instance of that Diwali. The temple’s tranquil atmosphere, resonant chants,...

A Diwali to Remember: The Light of Mangeshi Temple

I still recall one of the most captivating Diwalis I’ve experienced — the one I spent in Goa fourteen years ago. That year, we chose to celebrate uniquely at the Shri Mangeshi Temple, and residing within its walls made the occasion intensely personal and unforgettable. It became a treasured family celebration. My daughter was very young then, but to this day she distinctly remembers each lamp, each prayer, and every instance of that Diwali. The temple’s tranquil atmosphere, resonant chants, and the golden blaze of hundreds of diyas made the festival an experience full of soul—one that still shimmers in our hearts. Perched on a hillock at Priol in Ponda Taluka and surrounded by lush greenery, the Shri Mangeshi Temple is one of Goa’s most revered shrines to Lord Shiva. Its distinctive Goan Hindu architecture — whitewashed walls, graceful courtyards, and the towering seven-storey deepastambha (lamp tower) — exudes timeless elegance, especially during Diwali. As night falls, the temple becomes a sanctuary of light. Diyas illuminate the deepastambha, creating an almost celestial vision. The air fills with chants and the soft rhythm of bells, celebrating the triumph of light over darkness and wisdom over ignorance. The MangeshiDevasthan stands as a symbol of devotion and resilience. The original Shiva Linga, once enshrined in Kushastali, was moved across the Zuari River after the Portuguese destroyed the temple in 1561. The present structure, built in the mid-1800s on land donated by a devotee, has been lovingly preserved through generations. Today, it remains one of Goa’s most visited and spiritually significant temples — a true jewel among Konkani shrines. Goa’s Diwali traditions Goa celebrates Diwali with a unique blend of devotion and community spirit. The festivities begin on Naraka Chaturdashi, the second day of the five-day festival, with the burning of Narakasura effigies. Giant figures of the demon king, crafted from bamboo and paper, are paraded through villages before being set ablaze at dawn — a vivid symbol of good triumphing over evil. As fireworks light up the morning sky, families rejoice together. Lakshmi Puja, the third day, holds special importance. Homes and temples—especially Mangeshi, Shantadurga, and Mahalaxmi—glow with vibrant rangolis, marigolds, and flickering lamps. Families offer prayers and sweets to welcome Goddess Lakshmi, celebrating prosperity, harmony, and hope. Living within the temple premises let us experience its divine rhythm from dawn to night. From the first aarti at 4:30 a.m. to the last at 11 p.m., we joined nearly every ritual. The temple shimmered with fresh flowers, intricate patterns in the sanctum (Garbha), and endless rows of diyas, each flame whispering peace. On the first day, we performed the sacred Abhishek — offering water and flowers to the Shiva Linga. Drawing water from the ancient temple well and carrying it to the sanctum under Guruji’s guidance was humbling. Sitting there, offering prayers and prasad, I felt a deep stillness — a serenity I carry even today. On Narak Chaturdashi, we joined villagers as they set the demon effigy ablaze amid dazzling fireworks. In that radiant dawn, I prayed silently for strength, positivity, and the cleansing of negativity — a beautiful blend of energy and introspection. Lakshmi Puja brought another unforgettable day. Guruji invited us to his 200-year-old ancestral Wada behind the temple. The women prepared a traditional Goan breakfast on banana leaves, filling the courtyard with the aroma of coconut and jaggery. Children, including my daughter, built tiny clay forts (ghads) decorated with miniature warriors and diyas. Their laughter, mingled with temple bells, captured the warmth and togetherness that define a Goan Diwali. Festivity and togetherness Sweets and savouries lie at the heart of Diwali celebrations. In Goa, favourites like Fov (sweetened beaten rice with jaggery and coconut), Godshe (rice pudding with coconut milk), KelyachyoFodi (raw banana fry), KarlyacheKismur (bitter gourd with coconut and tamarind), and Nevri or Karanji (sweet dumplings filled with coconut, jaggery, poppy seeds, and cardamom) are lovingly prepared and shared with neighbours, symbolising love and unity. Evenings in Goa offer a beautiful contrast—the serene glow of temples meets the lively sparkle of beaches. Fireworks, music, and Goan feasts fill the air, blending devotion and celebration, perfectly reflecting Goa’s joyful soul. That Diwali at Mangeshi Temple was more than a festival — it was a journey inward. The echo of bells, scent of incense, soft chants, flickering lamps, and shared family moments created a peace that words can hardly capture. (The writer is a tourism professional and runs a company, Global Voyages. She could be contacted at goglobalvoyages@gmail.com. Views personal.)

Who Tells India’s Story? And Who Stops to Ask If It’s True?

Journalism isn’t about serving subscribers, but about serving the truth even when it rattles those in power.

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The first lesson I learned as a subeditor at National Mail (the now-defunct English paper of Dainik Bhaskar) had nothing to do with grammar or page layout. It was a question posed by my editor after I spent hours scrolling through reels of reportage: “Will your piece get people to think?”


Back then, I was tasked with the invisible but critical job of distilling chaos into clarity by identifying what was newsworthy, editing for tone and truth, and giving it a headline that hit hard but didn’t stray from the facts. That question about making people think has stayed with me over the years.


I also remember the sheer rigour with which my stories were treated. The writings of reporters, especially investigative pieces, were read through with scrutiny that felt like getting past Z plus security at Raisina Hill. Every word weighed, every phrase tested for balance, implication and clarity. The editorial desk was akin to a firewall. I knew my story would not be printed unless it could withstand layered questioning. I wonder if the same standard holds today, at a time when speed often Trumps (pun intended) scrutiny, and a viral byte is mistaken for verified news.


I cannot help but recall a scene from a political drama I once watched, where two journalists discuss the difference between a person and a corporation. One of them makes a sharp observation: when a person holds a door open for you, they don’t ask for money first. That simple act of unprompted generosity is what separates human intent from corporate interest. It struck me then that if a news agency, meant to serve the public good, demands payment before sharing facts, hasn’t it already crossed that line?


It is also the difference between journalism and something that only pretends to be. When a news agency demands payment before sharing facts, it undermines journalism’s core purpose which is access to truth. The ANI controversy reveals a deeper issue: political bias and a lack of competition. No serious challenger has emerged, exposing a troubling void in India’s media independence and journalistic sustainability.


In a world where anyone with a phone becomes a journalist, raw inexperience often brings unfiltered honesty. But while individuals may earn our trust through their flaws, can the same leniency apply to a powerful news agency? Accountability, not innocence, must be the standard when scale meets influence.


India’s news agencies, the backbone of daily journalism, have always sat in that uneasy space between reportage and relay. Long before the internet, Twitter and debates on prime time turned into political theatre, we had news agencies - the silent news suppliers to hundreds of publications. If journalism was a conversation with the public, they were the first to whisper.


But who whispers first, and what they choose to say, matters. I came into the industry at a time when the Press Trust of India (PTI) still carried the dignity of a national institution. United News of India (UNI) was still competing. Asian News International (ANI) was growing but still finding its place.


Today, ANI dominates the screen space. Its video clips, byte feeds and ‘source-based’ updates shape the day’s discourse before most journalists log in. But that dominance comes at a cost that many are now questioning.


The ANI controversy is essentially one between power and public interest. Many allege that ANI has blurred the lines between journalism and public relations. The accusations are not just about editorial slant but about access, agenda and the slow erosion of scepticism. While PTI has drawn the government’s ire for publishing reports that question official narratives, ANI is often considered the government’s preferred conduit. In a world where access is currency and algorithms reward repetition over rigour, what happens to the craft I was taught? Of sitting with a reel, observing and choosing what will make people think?


To understand where we are, we need to rewind. Colonial India depended on the British-run Associated Press of India, a subsidiary of Reuters. Indian newspapers, even nationalist ones, got their news through that lens. Independence brought with it a demand for self-representation—leading to the creation of PTI in 1947 and UNI in 1959. These weren’t just agencies; they were ideals.


That ideal cracked during the Emergency when the government forcibly merged PTI, UNI and others into one state-controlled agency: Samachar. It was a short-lived but chilling reminder of how easily truth can be nationalized.


The irony is that we no longer need censorship to shape narratives. All it takes is dominance. A single agency - widely subscribed, politically aligned and visually omnipresent - can tilt the balance of perception. It can decide which byte gets cut, which quote gets amplified, and which silence becomes the story.


News agencies may not carry bylines, but they have consequences. They define the day’s agenda for editors, anchors and audiences. They frame the first draft of every breaking story. When these institutions lean too far in one direction - whether toward state power, corporate interest or ideological zeal - they stop being news agencies, becoming instruments instead. I may have left National Mail years ago, but that lesson in editorial judgment of choosing what matters, not what sells feels more urgent than ever. Journalism is not about holding the door open only for those who pay. It is about opening the door for truth, even when inconvenient. As India’s media shifts under pressure, the question isn’t who tells our story but who stopped asking if it was true.


(The writer is learning and development professional. views personal)

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