GOAN-ISATION: The Path Towards a Better Economy?

Below is an excerpt of my article on Goanisation that just got published today on OHERALDO and can also be access here at:

https://www.heraldgoa.in/edit/people-edit/goan-isation-the-path-towards-a-better-economy/417485

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Anonymous said…

Well penned

December 30, 2024 at 7:13 AM

Anagha said…

I read the article. It does sound good in theory. But I feel it's too late for that. And this is my experience over the years. We've always tried to hire locals for our work. In fact we give preference to them, even offering higher wages than the market rate(which actually is governed by non Goan workers) but we get disappointed every single time. They've become lazy, too egoistic, highly unprofessional and totally unequipped to co ordinate with other agencies. As a result my pricing and my timelines, both go completely haywire. But I haven't given up completely. We all have to keep trying. There might still be some hard working local individuals among all this mediocrity.

December 30, 2024 at 9:09 AM

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