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When the village governed itself
NT NETWORK follows the Foral charter’s legacy through Goa’s slowly fading Gaunkari system NARESH S. “We do not own our lands; our lands own us.” The phrase, used by Luis…
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Researchers develop AI dataset to monitor crops
PTI New Delhi Researchers have developed a new dataset aimed at helping AI systems acquire…
Pitch for sustainable growth in Goa
It has been a case of rampant degradation and destruction of the state’s environment which…
Give hope a chance
As New Year kicks in, government and people must resolve to improve happiness index There…
EDM death: Report points to mix of drugs, alcohol
Panaji: The preliminary report into the death of Delhi youth, who died in a hospital…
Lasted Panorama
India’s space journey enters a new orbit
NANDKUMAR M. KAMAT India stands poised at the edge of a transformative moment in its space journey as group captain…
Goan political paradoxes, waiting to be answered
Frederick Noronha “Why are Parrikar and Sawant not on the cover?” a bookseller asked. The book in question offers insights…
Letters from Tristão de Bragança Cunha to my parents
Dr. Luis Dias Going through the family archive of documents can be an emotional roller-coaster for many reasons. Often (as…
Churches in Verna and Orlim
TENSING RODRIGUES In the year 1568, two churches were founded in Salcete: Verna and Orlim. In Verna, the first mass…
When love trumps all
Ahead of International Day of Families, May 15, NT NETWORK explores how interfaith and cross-cultural couples in Goa have let…
The colours of our culture… fading into grey
RAJ BHANDARE As I sit outside the passport office at Patto, Panaji, waiting for my turn, I’m struck not by…
The world… in colour, as a graphic novel
Frederick Noronha What’s a graphic novel? A comic book for adults? Something anyone can easily read? How is it same…
Operation Sindoor-The 23 critical minutes
NANDKUMAR M. KAMAT This article is based on technical information available till May 8. In an age where silence is often…