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Costao: Goa's 'Smuggled' Script

Costao, Gold Smuggling, Alvernaz Alemao, Goa

Humor by Gasper Crasto

๐—ข๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†, ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต-๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—บ, โ€˜๐—–๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ผโ€™.
It had me on tenterhooks all through, as I knew the whole story in detail; most Goans of my age do.
The whole thing โ€˜flash-backedโ€™ in my mind as I watched. And it made me roll back the years to 1991.
That was no ordinary year in my life.
No WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook, Reels, or mobile phones those days.
But it was a time when I was high-flying โ€“ playing, eating, reading and lazing around. My thoughts were all James Hadley Chase novels, and Maradona, Beckham, Zidane and the superstars of that era.
1991 wasnโ€™t just the year of Michael Jackson's Black or White, or Operation Desert Storm bombing of Sadam Husseinโ€™s Iraq in the Gulf War or a peak time for intervillage floodlight football.
For Goans, it was the year of an infamous crime that shook Goa โ€“ the killing of big man Churchillโ€™s brother, Alvernaz Alemao.
The day was May 16 โ€“ a weekday.
A mega birthday celebration of Churchill was planned that evening at the Varca football grounds along with the wedding celebration of Churchillโ€™s younger brother Kennedy Alemao.
Just a year ago, Churchill Alemao had toppled Pratapsingh Rane government to become the CM of Goa. Although short lived, it had brought enormous fame to the Alemao family.
๐™ˆ๐™” ๐™๐˜ผ๐™†๐™€ ๐™Š๐™‰ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐˜ฟ๐˜ผ๐™”
The day was hot as hell.
It was my first off-season break from football after my team Salgaocars FC were crowned champions of Goa Football League.
I was lounging at home, sipping what could only be described as a โ€˜questionable lemonadeโ€™ (an iconic Rasna drink that was clearly left in the sun too long), when my cousin Marshall barged into my room.
Marshall, the self-proclaimed master of espionage (which was mainly based on watching too many James Bond and Amitabh Bachchanโ€™s Don type movies), had heard about the โ€˜kirmโ€™ when he was returning home from work.
At that time, he was working for Cavelossimโ€™s Leela Kempinski (now St Regis Goa Resort) and had many friends in that belt, and knew the area well too.
โ€œYou are NOT going to believe this!โ€ he announced dramatically, causing me to shuffle in my โ€˜Voltaireโ€™ rocking chair, and almost fall off.
โ€œNew movie in Blue Pearl?โ€ I asked, referring to the famous Cinema of our times in Margao.
โ€œNo, no,โ€ my cousin continued, his voice hushed, โ€œThe Churchill family is in BIG trouble. Alvernaz Alemao is dead! Just an hour ago. He got involved in some gold smuggling operation, and now everyoneโ€™s talking about it!โ€
I asked him blankly. โ€œGold? Smuggling? Whatโ€™s that got to do with us?โ€
Marshallโ€™s eyes sparked with excitement. โ€œEverything! If they were actually smuggling the gold, they might be hiding it everywhere before the police come. Like, everywhere. Am thinking... we should go looking for it!โ€
It looked like Marshall had more information than the โ€˜informerโ€™ shown in the Costao film.
The idea of stumbling upon hidden gold was irresistible.
After all, who could resist being rich? So, we embarked on a quest that was supposed to be a high-stakes treasure hunt but quickly turned into a series of hilarious mishaps.
๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐™‚๐™Š๐™‡๐˜ฟ ๐™ƒ๐™๐™‰๐™ ๐˜ฝ๐™€๐™‚๐™„๐™‰๐™Ž
Together we traced the path of the punctured Contessa and the Hero Honda motorcycle which was evidently dragged a distance.
But we headed straight to Fatrade beach where the smuggling supposedly took place.
Earlier, we had passed the decorated โ€˜matouโ€™ on the football ground.
The decision to continue with the wedding celebration despite the tragedy, was widely criticized those days, and has since been a โ€˜part of the larger narrative of Churchill's legacy in politics and football.โ€™
On the beach, we spent hours digging in the sand, using nothing but a screw driver and a plastic spoon from Marshallโ€™s Vespa scooter dicky.
โ€œIf anyone questions, tell them we are looking for conch shells for whistle-blowing,โ€ my cousin warned.
โ€œWhistle-blowing? Hey, this word could become famous in future!โ€ I exclaimed. Marshall was not interested.
After what seemed like days of digging, we found absolutely nothing except a very angry crab that decided to pinch my poor cousinโ€™s toe. He screamed like a girl, which made me laugh to no ends.
โ€œMaybe weโ€™re looking in the wrong place,โ€ Marshall said, wiping away sweat.
I was hungry with crows crying in my stomach but Marshall wouldnโ€™t give up. It was around 3.00 pm when we finally chose to pack up. On the way we stopped at the famous Pinto Bar.
๐™Ž๐™ˆ๐™๐™‚๐™‚๐™‡๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™‚๐™Š๐™‡๐˜ฟ ๐˜ผ๐™ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐˜ฝ๐˜ผ๐™
โ€œIโ€™ve seen enough films to know that shady deals usually happen around shady places,โ€ Marshall said as we entered the bar.
The bar had more flies than customers that particular afternoon.
โ€œLooks like the whole village is engaged in the smuggling,โ€ Marshall remarked.
According to my cousinโ€™s totally reliable sources (which mainly consisted of overhearing conversations at the Hotel he worked), the bar could have been a smuggling hotspot.
We sat at a corner table, pretending to sip on coconut water that tasted more like tap water. We tried to act casual, but our discomfort was so obvious that the bartender began eyeing us suspiciously.
โ€œAre you guys... tourists?โ€ the bartender asked with a raised eyebrow.
โ€œNa re Saiba, ami Goenkar -- from Navelim,โ€ my cousin said smoothly, โ€œWeโ€™re just... uh... investigating... the gold smuggling operation.โ€
The bartender stared at him for a long moment before bursting out laughing. โ€œPatrao, you think you will find gold sitting in a run-down bar? The only thing youโ€™ll find here is cheap rum and the occasional rat in the corner.โ€
โ€œWhat do you think of the smuggled gold,โ€ Marshall asked him.
โ€œArre, it is already โ€˜tackledโ€™ by Churchill Brothers โ€˜backieโ€™ Roy Miranda on his bike,โ€ the bartender replied.
โ€œWe donโ€™t believe that!โ€ we said in unison.
โ€œDid you see him?โ€ Marshall asked.
โ€œNo. But I heard everyone talking.. ..โ€
โ€œPeople talk shit when they get drunk in bars. Did he come here?โ€ Marshall was investigative.
โ€œNot today, but he comes occasionally to play Rummy, they have a table behind.โ€
๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐™‚๐™Š๐™‡๐˜ฟ '๐˜ฟ๐™„๐™Ž๐˜พ๐™Š๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™”'
Determined to find some clue, Marshall began snooping around the back of the bar. Thatโ€™s when he tripped over a pile of crates which deceptively looked like car batteries, and landed on something hard.
โ€œOw! What theโ€”โ€ Marshall grumbled as he tried to stand up, only to find that his hand was now stuck under a heavy crate.
Eyes wide, I asked him pointing to an object, โ€œIs that... is that gold?โ€
Marshall squinted. It was a shiny metallic object, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a gold-plated empty lighter that someone had thrown away.
โ€œLetโ€™s... letโ€™s just say we found something,โ€ I said to Marshall. โ€œMaybe we can tell people we solved the case... you know, before they find the actual gold.โ€
๐˜ฝ๐™Š๐™‡๐™‡๐™”๐™’๐™Š๐™Š๐˜ฟ ๐™Ž๐™๐™€๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™Ž ๐™Š๐™๐™ ๐™Ž๐˜พ๐™๐™„๐™‹๐™
There is no doubt, the Costao film script is about the story we know.
The case remains one of the most discussed cases in Goa mainly due to its links to gold smuggling and the Churchill family.
The film, however, portrays a damaged version of Costaoโ€™s life, depicting his โ€˜personalโ€™ struggles in the aftermath of the incident, personalizing Costao caught in a web of duty, crime, and politics.
It is truly a Goan subject, โ€˜smuggledโ€™ by Bollywood, โ€˜bio-picโ€™ked to rub salt to wounds?
๐˜ผ ๐™Ž๐™ˆ๐™๐™‚๐™‚๐™‡๐™€๐˜ฟ ๐™Ž๐˜พ๐™๐™„๐™‹๐™, ๐™๐™’๐™„๐™Ž๐™๐™€๐˜ฟ ๐™‹๐™‡๐™Š๐™
If the film was made in Konkani, our Goan filmmakers could include Chris Perry songs in it. And it would never be against Churchill, cause Konkani films and tiatrs, as we know, are vastly financed by Churchill.
As such, it would be Churchillโ€™s side of the story โ€“ Not Guilty Until Proven, which is Indiaโ€™s custom rather than law.
Well, the case eventually faded from public attention as the courts cleared the Churchill family for lack of evidence on the whereabouts of the1500 kilograms of smuggled gold biscuits.
And rightly so. Or else, my cousin Marshall being the hungered โ€˜unidentified informerโ€™ would have surely found the gold long ago.
He used to scan OHeraldo newspaper for years to find some news and clues to the hidden gold, and I too continued to dream of hidden treasures since those days!

๐—•๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ, ๐—œ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ โ€˜๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟโ€™ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€โ€”๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต๐Ÿต๐Ÿญ, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ-๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด.

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