Image & Text 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.
Dec 11, 2014 | Categories: 1940s, 1947 India Pakistan Partition, Adventure, Arrivals & Departures, Bachelor of, Beach, Bombay, Bombay State, British Reign, Bus, Business-man / Business-woman, Calcutta, Commerce, Conversion of Caste, Conversion of Faith, Cotton, Courting & Proposals, Cousin Marriage, Cultural Attire, Currency, English, Entertainment, Fashion Accessories, Food & Drink, Foreign Films, Future icons from the Past, Gujarati, Hair Styles, Hand-written, Holidays, Hollywood, Hotel, House Wife, Japan, Jewellery, Karachi, Karachi to Bombay, Literacy, London, Love & Romance, Migration, Movie Theatre, Outdoor Games, Parsi, Photo Collection, Photo Studio, Photographer, Photography, Picnic, Pre-1947 Indian Regions & States, Pre-Independence, Previous, Prints & Stitches, Quit India Movement, Railway Platform, Railways, Relocation, Santa Cruz, Sleeveless Blouses, Smoking, St Xavier's school, St. Xavier College, St. Xavier's, Stations & Junctions, Studio Portraits, Swimming, Teacher, Theatre, Travel, Trekking, United Kingdom, Weddings, Western Dances, World War II | Tags: 1941, 1942, 1947, 1947 India Pakistan Partition, Agfa, Azad Maidan, BB & CI, Bombay Baroda and Central India Railways, broker, Brownie, Calcutta, Camera, Cancun, Churchgate, Elphinstone College, foreign currency exchange, Freny Taraporevala, GIP, Gowalia tank, gramophone, Grant Road, Great Indian Peninsula Railway, Hollywood, Hong Kong, Japan, Jehangir Tarapore, Juhu Beach, letter bombs, Love, Mahatma Gandhi, Marriage, Metro Cinema, Occupation, Palm Grove, Parsee, Parsi, Photographer, Pork Vindaloo, Queen Elizabeth, Queen Victoria, Quit India Movement, Ramada Plaza Palm Grove, record, Rent Control, Riots, Romance, Rumi Taraporevala, Santa Cruz, Sooni Taraporevala, Sophia’s college, Speech, St. Xavier's School | 6 Comments »
Image and Text contributed by Anand Halve, Mumbai
India is more varied and diverse than reflected in the languages on Indian currency notes or in the number of states and Union Territories on our map. This is a piece about a group of ‘Indians’ that will probably vanish before most Indians ever even hear of them. The Ongee or Onge tribe, are one of the indigenous Andamanese tribes. A negrito tribe of the Andaman Islands. Petite and superficially ‘African’ in appearance, dark skinned and peppercorn hair, they are still genetically different from most modern African people.
Until the late 1940s, the Ongees were the only permanent occupants of Little Andaman, the southernmost island in the Andaman group of 324 islands. The Non-Ongees began to settle on Little Andaman in large numbers in the early 1950s. Among the earliest visitors – in the early 1960s – was a seven year-old boy (me) and his six year-old sister Jyoti. My father, Bhaskar Halve was posted as the Deputy Commissioner of the administration of the Union Territory of Andaman & Nicobar. His job took him to study various islands in the Andaman & Nicobar group, and we were only too happy to tag along.
The Ongees are a traditonally nomadic hunting and gathering tribe. I recall stories told to us by the sailors who visited the islands where the Ongees lived. The Ongees were masters of the bow – I recall watching an Ongee spear a fish through the refracted sea-water with his arrow. I recall stories of a strange plant whose leaves they chewed, and after rubbing the chewed juice on their bodies, were able to climb trees and pluck chunks of honeycombs, untroubled by the bees. I recall stories about the cannibal Jarawas (a tribe related to the Ongees), but the sailors laughingly told us that the Ongees were friendly. Yet you can see a certain trepidation in our expressions as we posed with Ongee kids for a photograph. However, they were friendly enough and we got along without knowing each other’s language, as only children can. It still makes me smile.
As of recent information I believe there are fewer than 100 Ongees left, and with their low fertility rates, are on the verge of disappearing forever into a footnote of history. But I hope there are a couple of old anonymous Ongees out there who remember playing with a couple of kids from the mainland…as I remember them.
Jul 26, 2012 | Categories: 1960s, Administration, Currency, Friendships, Government Jobs, Low Fertility, Non Vegetarian, Previous, Tribal, Union Territory of Andaman & Nicobar | Tags: 1940s, 1960s, Anand Halve, Bhaskar Halve, Cannibalism, Children, Friendships, Jyoti Gokhale, Little Andaman, Onge, Ongee, Triba, Union Territory of Andaman & Nicobar | 4 Comments »
Image and Text contributed by Anshumalin Shah, Bangalore
This image of maternal grandfather, Shri Manikchand Veerchand Shah and our extended family was photographed in November 1956, by the famous ‘Malage Photographer – Oriental Photo Studio’ who charged a tidy sum of 30-0-0 (Rupee-Anna-Paise) for two Black & White 6” x 8”copies with embossed-border mounts. The occasion was my grandfather’s birthday, he had just turned 60.
The family was photographed in the front yard of the bungalow called ‘Ratnakuti’ opposite the Fort in Solapur (then Sholapoor), Maharashtra. Ratnakuti was one of twin bungalows built around 1932 as mirror images of each other, known as ‘Jod-Bangla’. Beautifully crafted in stone and plaster, with imposing pillars, balconies and rooms with ceramic-chip handcrafted flooring, exquisite teak, brass grills for windows, coloured glass panes on windows and doors, verandahs with neat terracotta tiles, a large court-yard in front, ‘Ratnakuti’ and its twin would never fail to draw the attention of passers-by and stands to this day as a well known landmark. Eventually, the two bungalows were sold and are now owned by the Goyal family.
My grandfather, Manikchand Veerchand Shah, born in 1896, came from a pioneering and visionary Gujarati Digambar Jain family. He was a self-educated, successful entrepreneurial man with modest beginnings. Before 1910, he along with his younger brother, Walchand Motichand Shah, worked in a Saree shop of their guardian where they got paid One Paisa for every saree they neatly folded, ready for dispatch or sale and delivered on a bicycle to the shop at Phaltan Galli.
As they grew up together, my grandfather and his brother established and operated several businesses together complementing each other’s strengths. The businesses included a handloom cloth dyeing unit, in Valsang, near Solapur, for which the dyes were imported from Japan. They also began importing General Motors cars, motorcycles and trucks around 1922. I am told my grandfather would drive and deliver the imported truck chassis himself from Bombay to Pune and Sholapur. Their firm ‘Sholapur Motor Stores’ continues on in Pune, albeit only as a Fuel Station. He also established the well-known ‘India Garage’ in the 1930s where the present showrooms of Renault and Volkswagen stand, still operated by the family.
Closely associated with the freedom movement in Solapur, opposing the Martial Law imposed in 1930, he was arrested by the British, sent to Bijapur Central Jail and later exiled. Not to be outdone by the British, he used his stay at Bijapur Jail to monitor the establishment of a ‘Sholapur Motor Stores’ branch in the city.
Also associated with the Hindu Mahasabha, he rubbed shoulders with very important personalities like V. D. Savarkar, Dr. K. B. Hedgewar, M. S. Golwalker Guruji and Gulabchand Hirachand Doshi. While he was also deeply involved with several causes for the people of Valsang, unfortunately, owing to his association with the Hindu Mahasabha, an irate mob of villagers from Valsang set his car on fire in a frenzied reaction to the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi on January 30, 1948. Barely managing to escape with his life, he was deeply hurt and disillusioned by the senseless act by the people of Valsang. In consequence, he wound up his businesses and left Valsang, never to return.
After the death of his wife, my grandmother, when he was just 34, and as a sign of love for her, he changed his attire to only pristine white – a white turban, coat and a dhoti with white canvas pump shoes. While visiting us in Hyderabad, he would regularly buy the special black metal ‘Bidriware’ buttons for his white coats from a handicraft showroom at Abid Road.
My grandfather was a man of many parts. He was the Director on the Board of Bank of Maharashtra Ltd. As well as on the governing council for several religious and temple trusts. His contribution to the educational infrastructure development from his own funds at Solapur is widely acknowledged. He offered personal loans, scholarships and donor’s seats at the Walchand College of Engineering, Sangli for students pursuing higher studies in the 1950s and 60s. Several successful senior Engineers owe their careers to him.
Farming, Gardening, and Photography were his passions. I remember us youngsters gathering on his farms near Sholapur during summer holidays and enjoying the juiciest mangoes to our brim. Quite taken up with Photography as well, he had acquired a glass-negative Camera in the 1920s and his collection of glass negatives and pictures are our family’s priceless treasures.
My grandfather passed away in June 1968. Many members of the two older generations of the three appearing in the pictures have also passed on. The third generation now have their own children and grand-children. I feel very honoured to have shared some of the birthday celebrations along with my grandfather as we were both born only a few days apart.
Time moves on, but photographs manage to freeze fleeting moments here and there. If we could preserve these photographs, we succeed in reliving those moments over and over again and again.
Mar 06, 2012 | Categories: 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Agriculture & Farming, Assassinations & Attempts, Birthdays, Bombay, Bungalow, Business-man / Business-woman, Charity, Committees & Senates, Currency, Decor, Development, Elite, Entrepreneur, Exile, Factory & Manufacturing Units, Freedom Fighters, Friendships, Gujarati, Head Gear, House of their dreams, Imports & Exports, Imprisonment, Indian Clothes, Indian Clothes, Indian Politics, Industrialisation, Interiors, Jain, Japan, Jewellery, Landmarks, Maharashtra, Men, Men's Clothes, Mourning, Oriental Photo Studio, Personal Collections, Philanthropy, Photo Collection, Photo Studio, Public Sector, Pune, Rags to Riches, Riots, Sarees, Solapur, Trader, Vehicles & Transportation, Violence, Widower, Women, Women's Clothes | Tags: 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Agriculture & Farming, Anna, Anshumalin Shah, Architecture, Assassination of Mahatma Gandhi, Assassinations & Attempts, Attire, Bank of Maharashtra, Bidari-ware, Bijapur Central Jail, Birthday, Birthdays, Black & White, Bombay, British Empire, bungalows, Business-man, Buttons, Cars, Charity, Committees & Senates, Currency, Decor, Development, Dr. K. B. Hedgewar, Elite, embossed-border mounts, Entrepreneur, Exile, Factory & Manufacturing Units, Family Business, Family Portrait, Farming, Fort, Freedom Fighters, Friendships, Fuel Station, Gardening, General Motors, glass-negative Camera, Gujarati, Gujarati Digambar Jain, Gulabchand Hirachand Doshi, Handloom, Head Gear, Hindu Mahasabha, House of their dreams, Hyderabad, Import, Imports & Exports, Imprisonment, Indian Currency, Indian Politics, Industrialisation, Interiors, Jain, Japan, Jewellery, Jod-Bangla, Landmarks, M. S. Golwalker Guruji, Maharashtra, Malage Photographer – Oriental Photo Studio, Mangoes, Manikchand Veerchand Shah, Martial Law, Mourning, Oriental Photo Studio, Personal Collections, Phaltan Galli, Philantrope, Photo Studio, Photography, Public Sector, Pune, Ratnakuti, Renault, Riots, Rupee-Anna-Paise, Sangli, Sarees, Sholapoor, Sholapur Motor Stores, Showroom, Solapur, Trader, Trucks, Turban, V. D. Savarkar, Valsang, Vehicles & Transportation, Violence, Volkswagen, Walchand College of Engineering, Walchand Motichand Shah, Widower | 6 Comments »