Image & Narrative points contributed by Rumi Taraporevala/ Sooni Taraporevala
This photograph of our family was taken by my youngest kaka (uncle) Shapoor at Juhu Beach. We had all gone out to Juhu beach for a picnic, outside the Palm Grove hotel (now Ramada Plaza Palm Grove). It was a regular haunt for picnics and we used to look forward to our day out for weeks. The beach was totally un-spoilt and had only a few small shacks around. Now I wouldn’t go even if someone paid me for it.
I remember, we would take the train from Grant Road to Santa Cruz and then take a bus to Juhu beach. At that time the Bombay trains were not called Western or Central railways. The Western line was called BB & CI – Bombay Baroda and Central India Railways and the Central line was called GIP – Great Indian Peninsula Railway. I don’t remember what we would do though, I think mainly chatter, run around, eat and some of us swam. Picnic lunches were fun, sometimes they were large tiffins full of Pork Vindaloo. It was very tasty.
In the middle wearing a white dress is Freny, now my beautiful wife, and on her left is me. Freny and I are also first cousins, our fathers were real brothers. Like some other communities in India, in Parsis too, marriage between cousins is allowed. Though we weren’t an arranged match, we just fell in love with each other. She was beautiful. I think even at this picnic I was eyeing her. Our parents must have noticed and declared that we must be made into a match. There was no ‘dating’ at the time, so the way I would get to meet her was – when she would be attending the girl guides meeting, I would go and fetch her back. We would walk through Azad Maidan and at Churchgate take the train to Grant road. At the time she used to live at Sleater Road. A lot of boys were after her, she was a beautiful girl you know, but I got her.
At that time there was not much entertainment for us in Bombay. In school, we were big on Hollywood movies. It was our only past time. On Thursdays and Sundays, we’d be standing in the queue at the Metro Cinema (now Metro Big Cinema) and buy tickets for Four Annas (one Anna was 1/16 of a Rupee).
In this picture, I would have been 11 years old and Freny was six months older to me. I studied at St. Xavier’s School and then St. Xavier’s college. My daddy was a foreign currency exchange broker, and would earn around Rs. 3000 a month, which was a lot of money and would take care of the entire family. After I left college, I joined the same business in 1951. At that time we didn’t question the expectations of our parents and teachers. My father was a tough disciplinarian but that was the general case with our parents anyway. My mom however, was full of mischief, and was a very jovial and fun person.
Daddy used to pay me Rs.100 and when Freny and I got married my salary was Rs. 400. It was a lot of money for us. We used to go to the movies, for the office dances, and then there was Ideal restaurant where Freny and I would eat Chicken salad for 12 Annas.
In the picture there were also my cousins from Canton, Hong Kong – Veera, Perin and Baji. My uncle and aunt were visiting India to show their children what India was like. But then Japan declared occupation in Hong Kong and they couldn’t go back. So they stayed here in Bombay for four years, until they could return. Veera was a beautiful girl. She was dark with one of the most beautiful faces one had seen. She was a great athlete, swimmer and diver -and all the boys used to run after her. My mom and she used to get along like a house on fire. They loved each other, and were in touch all the time. The ladies of my mum’s generation would correspond with each other in Gujarati and the men would write each other in English. Maybe it was because many of the orthodox families didn’t educate the girls for too long. When Freny’s elder sister was studying at Sophia’s college, one of the Parsi girls converted to Christianity. Right then my grandmother wrote to my uncle/father-in-law saying “immediately remove her from school”. Her fears were that maybe they will brainwash her into becoming a Christian.
On the top right are Jehangir Tarapore and his wife Khorshed. Jehangir was a very well known studio photographer in the Gujarati and Parsi community. His images are simply beautiful, very radical for the time. The superb quality of his prints still baffles me. Many of his photographs are now stored by a museum in London, with my daughter Sooni as the guardian.
Sorab Kaka is on the top left. He was a professor of French and he used to teach French at the Elphinstone college. Shapoor, my youngest uncle who took this picture, was very fond of photography. As children we started off with cameras such as the Brownie and Agfa. It had only six exposures. Then they increased it to eight and we were ultra excited about that. I remember we had an old gramophone too, and had to change the needle after each record revolution. Then they started making bronze needles, each lasted three records, then came the gold needle which lasted eight records. We had to change it else it would spoil the record. Can you imagine that?
This area where we live, the Gowalia tank was so beautiful at the time, it was an absolutely quiet locality. The trams used to end at the maidan (playground), and the only sound at night was the bell announcing the tram changing tracks. In 1942, the Quit India Movement Speech was issued by Gandhi right here at the maidan. I remember, I was at my boy scouts meeting and there was a rally going on. Then my father fetched me, because there was a lot of rioting and shooting going on and many people were killed.
After Indo/Pak partition Bombay changed. I remember that in December of 1942, Japan dropped a few bombs on Calcutta, and so all the Gujarati traders fearing that Bombay will be next, fled back to their native places. Several apartments were available with “To be let” signs. Or as my Gujarati colleague used to pronounce it- “Toblet”. By the late 1940s, a lot of people immigrated into Bombay from Karachi and different places – the prices started rising, houses became difficult to get, and what really changed for the worse that suddenly the builders had the bright idea of ‘ownership apartments’. Till then all Bombay flats were only on rent and we didn’t have any ownership. Of course, a lot of the Parsis were pro-brits. You will find many of them still keep pictures of Queen Victoria and Queen Elizabeth and call them “Aapnee Rani” (Our queen). When Sooni did her photo book on the Parsis, I ensured that we get the book to the Queen in England. At first it got rejected, because of the letter bombs going around, then a British colleague helped me re-send the book to her.
I have had a wonderful life with a very warm close knit family of cousins & friends and now grandchildren. Together we have had a lot of fun. There was always some outdoor activity or the other – trekking to Nepal or scooter tours to the south of India- the sites of our subcontinent are amazing. But Bombay, I tell you, was the most beautiful and interesting city.
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admin16 Sep 2019
I remember coming into Bombay by train from Goa in December 1943 and getting the smell of rotting bodies, which we had smelt after the bombing of Rangoon in December 1942 — the aftermath of the blowing up/explosions of ships in Bombay Harbour.
We stayed a couple of days with friends in Colaba. Their son, a year younger than me, and I travelled by tram from Colaba to King’s Circle on a one anna transfer ticket.
Our family gave up all thought of returning to Burma and settled in Bombay (in Bandra) in 1951 and I saw Bombay deteriorate into what it now is — “a modern slum”.
I finally retired and left Mumbai in December 2015 and am now happily settled in Goa.
I hope and pray that Goa will not go the way of Bombay.
Cheers to the Bombay that was.
Vinita U14 Apr 2015
Thank you for such a delightfully detailed and evocative story. You bring back the atmosphere of Bombay in the 40s and the good life you had. I love listening/ reading about people’s lives – everyone has a story – and yours was such a happy one! Thank you for sharing!
Ashok Caprihan4 Apr 2015
Just read it.Very interesting!Having lived there for about 20 years during 80’s&90’s we remember Bombay with great affection.It is indeed a most beautiful and interesting place especially South Bombay.
Best Wishes to Taraporevalas’.
shreya8 Jan 2015
Very nice post. Loved reading the experience. Too good. Thank u for the share.
Meher Heroyce Moos23 Dec 2014
What a delightful nostalgic walk down memory lane.Rumi you should share more vignettes of your youth.
Hope other Parsi readers reveal snippets of those good old days
I will keep looking out and hopefully even contribute an anecdote or two
Udit Mavinkurve12 Dec 2014
This was an absolute pleasure to read!
I don’t know if this happens in the homes of my friends, but often during tea and other such meals when the family is gathered, my grandparents sit down to tell stories from their youth. And it is through listening to their accounts that history ever really comes alive – at least for me. The Nationalist Movement, the World Wars, the Partition; and familiar locations like Sleater Road, Azad Maidan, Juhu Beach! A most fascinating read, indeed.
I especially loved the voice of this piece – a cheerful old grandpa going through his memories over a cup of tea.
My mother (who lived in Vile Parle as a young girl) always tells me how Grant Road used to be her favourite station because of the beautiful Parsee men and women in their beautifully distinct attire. I can imagine the fascination a young girl would have had with the many peoples that inhabited and nurtured the erstwhile-Bombay.
The last line, “But Bombay, I tell you, was the most beautiful and interesting city”, must ring true to all those who continue to remember.