Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Goan Aunty

(Image courtesy Angela Ferrao)

Many of us are likely familiar with the videos and audio recordings that circulate from time to time of some “Goan Aunty” regaling her audience with rantings of the mundane in an exaggerated accent. Indeed, the Goan Aunty trope is so common that most of us probably have a giggle without paying much attention to the message under the surface of these silly portrayals. After all, who doesn’t enjoy hearing that characteristic “Wot, men” that signals the voice of the Goan Catholic? But recently, some videos have been making the rounds on WhatsApp that made me pay closer attention. The character, simply referring to herself on YouTube as “Goan Aunty”*, almost defies description. She is inarticulate and obnoxious. Nothing in these videos is either funny or reminiscent of the Goan women I’ve met in my life. I’m all for self-deprecating humour, and I appreciate one’s ability to laugh at oneself, but this mockery purporting to be comedy is simply insulting. Discussions of the Catholic stereotype are not new (see, e.g., Paromita Vohra’s short film Where’s Sandra), but perhaps the larger subject of the Goan Catholic woman deserves more attention.



My ire was actually ignited several months ago, when I was looking for articles about Braz and Yvonne Gonsalves. Braz is a well-respected musical legend, so one can easily find news content devoted to him. His wife Yvonne is also a brilliant performer, who continues to sing with various ensembles in Goa. I heard her live for the first time a couple of years ago in Saligao and was enchanted by the tone of her voice. But you won’t find a single article about her. Instead, what you will find are brief mentions of her as the doting wife in the articles about her husband. It was, in fact, a Goa Streets article from 2015 that incensed me. In the paragraph devoted to acknowledging the musical talents of the Gonsalves family, Yvonne is not mentioned at all. When her name does come up, it is to emphasize her support for her husband:
Braz’s wife Yvonne keeps a neat file of magazine and newspaper clippings documenting her husband’s life work. She speaks approvingly of the “hotels and night clubs (in India) that supported jazz music.”

A more recent search retrieved more of the same from an article published in The Times of India in 2011. Braz Gonsalves’ performance at Kala Academy in Panjim is described with the following passing mention of Yvonne:
Gonsalves’ wife Yvonne didn’t let a fracture [an audience member heckling Louiz Banks] dampen the spirit. She walked with support and belted out a jazz gospel hit, before the musicians took over with ‘Culture Shock’, ‘Sweet Shakti’ and ‘Enchantment’. (Emphasis mine)


These descriptions of Yvonne Gonsalves as the devoted wife, disregarding her status as an accomplished musician, exemplify what Fรกtima da Silva Gracias wrote in the Introduction to her book, The Many Faces of Sundorem (2007): “Generally, whenever women are mentioned in the Indo-Portuguese Historical literature it is usually in the traditional and subordinate role of a daughter, wife, mother, mistress or dancer.” She was referring to the past, but what has changed in recent times? 

(Lorna performing in Bombay in 2013: Photo mine)

How many times have you heard a Goan man talk about the legendary Lorna Cordeiro and say, “She would have been nothing without Chris Perry”?


I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve heard this, and it has come from both diehard Lorna fans and guys who aren’t that into Konkani music. So, even some who hold the Goan Nightingale in high esteem can’t find it within themselves to simply acknowledge her talent. They must give Perry—a man—not just credit for discovering her and helping her find her musical niche but all the credit for who she became.

But interestingly, I hear very few people reflect on Lorna in her younger days.


The one exception that comes to mind is in Jason Keith Fernandes’ review of the film Nachom ia Kumpasar (2015), where he describes Lorna as follows:
Lorna is an icon of Goan culture not merely for the songs she gave, and continues to give, life to, but for the kind of sexuality that she embodies. Her voice does not contain the sickly saccharine and shrill sweetness that marks so much of Hindi film music and embodies virginal, self-effacing purity. Her voice is an earthy one that can roar if there be need for it. The woman that her voice gives life to is conscious of her sexuality and vocal about her desires.

By contrast, the discussions to which I am accustomed to hearing about Lorna the woman tend to focus on her alleged drinking and her appearance today. As for the former, for the sake of argument, if one wishes to credit Chris Perry for everything else related to Lorna, why not also for breaking her heart? After all, substance use (and abuse) is often used as a means for coping with pain. As for the comments one hears regarding her physical appearance, it is as if she deserves to be punished for aging.

  (No matter her age, Lorna’s still got it! Photo mine)

This ridicule of the aging Goan woman brings us back to the image of the Goan Aunty. You know her: She’s the one with the enormous boobs and bum, who nags and talks any rubbish in her quaint, provincial accent, often uttered in a shrill voice.


YouTube sensation Aunty Maggy offers an example of this, complete with padding to amplify her breasts, stomach, hips, and rear, and a somewhat discordant voice.

Significantly, when I decided to write this piece, I typed “Goan Aunty” into Google’s search field, and was shocked to see that most of what the search engine retrieved were links to what appeared to be pornography. A similar search on YouTube generated the same results. From this, I can only assume that when the Goan Aunty isn’t being derided, she’s being fetishized.

On that note, why is it that Mario Miranda’s cartoons have mostly escaped criticism for their depiction of women?





While I’m a fan of his work, some of it makes me uncomfortable. He undeniably started a trend among Goan artists of exaggerating the assets of the Goan woman to sexualize the young and poke fun at the old. One piece that I find particularly disturbing is Cool Jazz, where the bass player is groping the singer with his right hand, instead of plucking the strings of his bass, and the saxophone player is blowing up her skirt.


In addition to depicting this woman’s sexual assault, it reinforces the aforementioned examples of the woman being placed in a subordinate position to the man. Mario Miranda certainly devoted space to both men and women in his art. But similar to a surface-level viewing of the Goan Aunty parodies, when one probes a little deeper into Cool Jazz specifically, the question arises as to what exactly is going on. A band is a collective of artists who play, and sometimes also write, music together. They’re colleagues and collaborators. So, to see the singer—the individual fronting the band—objectified by her own band-mates is shocking. What is a musical group without a good singer? So, one expects the musicians to have some respect for their singer. This image, however, shows utter disrespect for the only woman in the illustration.

I see a similar lack of respect for women in the trope of the Goan Aunty. When I think of a Goan aunty, I picture a proud, well-turned out lady in her dress at church. I picture an assertive woman who confidently shares her opinions in mixed-gender conversations. I picture a woman who likes to sing and dance and enjoy life.


(Still from Nachom-ia Kumpasar)

(Image courtesy Angela Ferrao)

I picture the woman who taught me to cook dishes like pulao and pork vindalho, passing on the tradition of delighting the family’s senses with lovingly prepared food.

The Goan woman is more than a caricature. It’s time she got her due.

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* The "Goan Aunty" on YouTube now goes by the name Succorine Bai.

(Revised versions of this piece have appeared in The Goan Review, vol. 28, no. 1 [Jan–Mar 2017] and The Joao Roque Literary Journal, vol. 1, no. 2 [https://selma-carvalho.squarespace.com/the-goan-aunty-by-christine-russon])

8 comments:

  1. Resonance. Evolving narratives (mostly or hopefully). As to Mario , it was of it's time me humbly methinks. I'm pretty sure he would not have been doing that ,were he alive today. Not necessarily a reflection of his POV but rather his observations possibly ? What I do agree with is the difference between the traditional respect, measured cultural fixing without malice or prurience necessarily, and the cringe worthy, trend towards Bollywood 'style' objectivization and fetish-ization of the 'Goan Aunty' . Straying not too far down south, witness 'buxomization', Mummy worship themes etc ie Tamil cinema etc . I wager however that were the roles/imagery typically depicted reversed ;many South Asian males (unreconstructed in the main ) would suddenly suffer a severe case of 'faux posturing testicular fortitude bravado ,'cryogenic flash freezing flaccidity'and shrinkage'. Or 'limp dick' or worse a sudden case of 'fundament'al 'rigor mortis or 'clenched arse' to use the technical term/s ;) ' to .Tant pis n'est ce pas ? #RoleReversal #GodUniverseHasASenseOfHumour :)

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    1. Hi Tony!
      Yes, it's entirely possible that Mario's more shocking cartoons reflect his observations. I don't think I expressed a judgment on his intention but instead on what is visible to the viewer. My point was more about the lack of critique. I'm a critical reader/listener/viewer myself, and in my writing, I try to point to things that might otherwise be taken for granted or overlooked. The lack of critique of Mario Miranda's cartoons aligns with my argument about the lack of critique of how Goan Catholic women are portrayed not just in cinema which is largely the product of the gaze of the mainland but by Goans themselves.
      Thank you so much for your comment and, of course, for reading my piece :)

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  2. I too disliked Mario's cartoons when I was a teenager in Bombay. It was only when I looked at them carefully when I was putting a book together on him for Gerard da Cunha that I observed his enormous talent for illustration. He wanted to portray the ugly male psyche. This was his way of doing it.

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    1. Hi Bevinda! I do like Mario's cartoons. Perhaps he was satirizing the male in some of his works; indeed, I hope that was his intention with the Ms. Fonseca character at least. But when I said that he'd started a trend, I meant just that: a particular figure that others continue to replicate without thinking about what message they're conveying. As for "Cool Jazz", I'm not sure what was going on in his mind; the singer doesn't look like she has any reaction to what is happening to her. Perhaps one could read into that that women are so accustomed to being harassed and even molested that it's par for the course. It would be an interesting subject to probe more deeply.
      Thanks for reading and commenting!

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  3. I dont think it is fair to call Mario sexist. I think as a cartoonist he drew inspiration from his keen observation of characters in Goan society. There is a fine line between a stereotype and an archetype.The stereotypes that the others make are different because they come from a non Goan perspective and are used to mock and demean the Goan woman. I take offense when I see Aunty Maggi, but Mario's work does not offend me.

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    1. Alex, I never called him sexist. And I said some images make me uncomfortable, not offended. I was discussing the lack of critique, which stems from the fact that we all love his work.

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  4. To be honest. The 'Goan Aunty' that you hear is not the Goan Aunty of Goa. This is a young girl who is trying to piece together snippets of Goan and East Indian aunties in Bombay. The kind of mannerisms involved are very reminiscent of 'aunties' from Bandra, Malad, IC Colony etc. I should know, I grew up in Malad and was surrounded by these 'aunties'.

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    1. And I lived in IC Colony for several years. I know where the inspiration comes from. The nuances of how the "aunties" talk are not unfounded, although they are sometimes over-satirized to the point of no longer being funny, in my opinion. But the physical enhancements (e.g., Aunty Maggy) are a bit much, don't you think?

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