In truth though, it did not need analyst, intellectual, or a self-appointed peoples’ voice to predict this outcome. If there is any regret at all in the local village squares, or even in the local watering hole with the shutter downed and the back door kept ajar as local wags dissect matters as the results are known, it is that some of the known crooks still won with smiles on their faces, and that tonight, in gratitude for the sycophancy shown to them, they will be throwing lavish parties to celebrate. Most are quite clear that the result does not indicate that the winning side comes to the table smelling of roses with a bouquet given to them by the people of Goa. If anything, this is vinegar pretending to be wine.