Image and Text contributed by Rekha Rao, Hyderabad
This is a photograph of my paternal grandmother Manorama Rao when she graduated and topped English Honours with the Grigg Memorial gold medal at the University level. My grandmother was born into a Saraswat Konkani Brahmin family in Madras (now Chennai) in 1917. She was the eldest of three daughters in a progressive family that encouraged education and goals. Her mother (my great grandmother) Kamala Devi Tombat was a progressive lady with immense willpower.
My great grandfather, Kamala Devi’s husband, Anand Rao Tombat had hired a British tutor to teach her English after their marriage and encouraged her to learn music. After her husband’s passing in 1944, Kamala went on to do a Visharad in Hindi (equivalent to a Bachelor’s degree), became a Hindi Pandit (Brahmin Scholar) and then a Professor of Hindi and Sanskrit at Queen Mary’s College, Madras, one of the first three colleges for women in the country. She wrote and composed devotional songs and even published a book with them, named Shri Gurugeet Bhajanmala priced at a mere Rs 1 in those days. She and her daughters regularly sang on All India Radio too.
Not only does my grandmother Manorama bear an uncanny physical resemblance to her mother, but the musical, literary talent and zest for life have been passed on as well. After schooling at CSI Ewart School and Presidency Training School, Madras, in 1937, my grandmother Manorama joined Queen Mary’s College where she topped the entire Madras Presidency in English and was awarded the Krupabai Satthianadhan Gold Medal for proficiency in the English language. She then joined the BA Honours (English Language) and Literature course at Presidency College, Madras while her sister Sushila opted for Botany. Both commuted each day by tram between home, and college, that had a beautiful and sprawling campus overlooking Marina Beach, and my grandmother tells me that she was very fond of looking out at the expansive waters of the Bay of Bengal from her classroom window. She also recounts that there were less than 10 students in English Honours, and that they had papers right from Old English (Beowulf) to Middle English (Chaucer), the Romantics to Shakespeare. She also narrates that many of her professors were educated at Oxford and Cambridge.
In 1939, VK Narasimhan from The Indian Express (later Editor-in-Chief) was looking for superior English language and writing skills. My grandmother fit the bill perfectly. Eager to put her education to use and supplement the home income, my grandmother joined the newspaper. She gathered news items, wrote literary reviews and edited articles. That same year, she was introduced to a young England-returned barrister by name Udiavar Narayana Rao. Perhaps he was drawn to her for her good looks, her outgoing and sociable nature and above all, her intellectual capabilities and following a few months of courtship, the two married on 23 May, 1940. The wedding took place as per Hindu rites at Munagala House which eventually gave way to Hotel Ashoka in 1974.
My grandfather, Udiavar Narayana Rao was born in 1910 into a well educated and accomplished Goud Saraswat Konkani Brahmin family. During his years at college, he was also a member of the University Training Corps, a precursor to the modern-day NCC (National Cadet Corps). Subsequently, he became a Bar-at-Law from London’s Middle Temple, and returned to India in 1936, where he joined as an advocate at the High Court of Madras. To this day, my grandmother talks of my grandfather with awe and deep respect for his character and achievements. He was a man of few words, and respected for his upright character in both personal and professional circles.
My grandfather died prematurely at age 54 in 1965, while still in service of the Karnataka Government. After my parents married in 1970, and my father got his first job in Hyderabad, the family moved to Hyderabad. In 1969, when my grandmother was around 52 years old, she traveled overseas for the first time to the US to see her daughter Geetha. But before landing on the shores of America, the adventurous middle-aged soul broke journey in Europe, where, for about 10 days, she visited places like Rome, Paris and London, taking in all the sights, sounds and scenes of life there. Coming from a country that is still dealing with the issue of educating the girl child, my grandmother was definitely way ahead of her time.
This month on October 8, 2017, my grandmother, Manorama became a centenarian, celebrating her 100th birthday amidst family, friends and her many admirers. She is still one of the most organized persons I know and has meticulously maintained family pictures and documents. She labels them at the back and keeps them safely in her cupboard. She also saw the potential in me to be a writer and encouraged me to be one. Today, we’re four generations living under one roof, and are happy and proud to have her as the matriarch of the family.
Oct 23, 2017 | Categories: 1800s, 1910s, 1940s, 1960s, Accolades & Awards, Achievements, Administration, Arranged Marriage, Bachelor of, Barrister, Beach, Brahmin, Chennai, Chennai, Civil Services, College, College Fests, Cotton, Courting & Proposals, Doctor, Dressed for an Occasion, Education, English, English Medium, Future icons from the Past, Goud Saraswat Brahmin, Graduation, Graduation Gowns, Hindi, Hotel, Hyderabad, Indian Express, Journalism, Law, Literacy, London, Matriarchy, Medal, Musician, NCC, Poet/Writer, Pre-Independence, Presidency College, Calcutta, Previous, Priesthood, Saraswat Konkani Brahmin, Scholar, Scholarships & Grants, Singer, State of Madras, Tamil Nadu, Teacher, Travel, United Kingdom, University Training Corps, Widow, Women, Women Empowerment | Tags: 1917, 1939, All India Radio, Book, Calcutta, Centenarian, Chennai, CSI Ewart School, Goud Saraswat Konkani Brahmin, Grigg Memorial gold medal, High Court, Hotel Ashoka, Hyderabad, Kamala Devi Tombat, Krupabai Satthianadhan, Madras, Madras Presidency, Marina Beach, Munagala House, National Cadet Corps, NCC, Presidency College, Calcutta, Presidency Training School, Professor, Queen Mary's College, Rekha Rao, Saraswat Konkani Brahmin, Shri Gurugeet Bhajanmala, The Indian Express, Udiavar Narayana Rao, University Training Corps, Visharad, VK Narasimhan | Leave A Comment »
Image and Text contributed by Raju Kosraju, India
My father Dr. Reddiah Kosaraju was a Scientist with a PhD degree in Marine Biology from University of Liverpool (1950s). He was a happy go lucky man, a wonderful person to know, and was generous to the core. Over the years, he helped quite a number of Indian students with no monetary support, by sponsoring their education. He was a good swimmer as well as an outstanding chess player and won the Open All England Chess Championship in 1958.
After a MSc degree from Agra University (standing second) in 1955 with ‘Fish and Fisheries’ as a special subject, he became a Research Assistant in SERI in Dehradun, and then worked as a lecturer in Zoology in Andhra Christian College, Guntur. Thereafter he went to study in Liverpool, England on his own, and completed a PhD degree in record time of only a year and half. He discovered new breeding grounds of edible bivalves (marine mollusks) in U.K and his works on ‘Parasitic copepods of Bivalves’ were featured in several reputed foreign journals. He then returned to India and joined as Pool Officer in Annamalai University.
In 1960, after a posting as a Zoologist in Shillong, he was transferred to Southern Regional Station, ZSI (Zoological Survery of India), Madras (now Chennai), as officer-in-charge. During this tenure, he added several specimens of birds and mammals, and laid the foundation for a scientific museum at the Station. In view of his expertise on corals and coral reefs of India, he also fulfilled a special task of locating corals of medicinal importance around the Andaman & Nicobar Islands, in 1977. In the Andamans, he spent considerable time with the local aboriginal tribes, the Onges.
The Onges were semi-nomadic and were dependent on hunting and gathering for food. Till 1998, the nomadic hunter-gatherers hardly had any contact with the outside world. My father first became friends with the Ongee tribal chief of Little Andaman Islands by exchanging his cigarettes and tin food, for coconut water. But there was also danger around.
A grounded freight ship from Hong Kong on the North Sentinel Island reef had reported small black naked men carrying spears and arrows, and building boats on the beach. They were suspected to be cannibals from Neatorama, the Forbidden Island. No one knows what language they spoke or what they called themselves – they had never allowed anyone to get close enough to find out. The outside world calls them the “Sentineli” or the “Sentinelese” after the island.
Apparently, once when a National Geographic film crew lingered too long in 1975, a Sentinelese warrior shot the director in the thigh with a bow and arrow, and then stood there on the beach laughing at his accomplishment. My father lived amidst dangerous situations but did not make excuses and never raised objections, he ended up doing a brilliant job
Time went on and so did several other postings and promotions, and soon it became clear that my father was overworked. He passed away suddenly on January 30, 1988. Even as an authority on corals and coral reef development, much of his expertise, discoveries and observations on Corals remained untapped and died along with him. At my age, my father had already lived in three countries, travelled the world, and had innumerable adventures – without a guidebook. My dream in life is to make my father proud of the man I become.
Feb 12, 2016 | Categories: 1950s, 1970s, Adventure, Agra College, Andhra Christian College, Andhra Pradesh, Animals & Birds, Annamalai University, Beach, Champion, Chess, Coconut Water, Degrees, Exteriors, Fish, Future icons from the Past, Liverpool, London, Men, Ph.d., Photo Collection, Previous, Publications, Scientist, Tribal, Union Territory of Andaman & Nicobar, United Kingdom, University of Liverpool | Tags: 1950s, 1970s, 1977, Agra, Agra College, Agra University, Andhra Christian College, Annamalai University, Biologist, Birds, Bivalvia, Champion, Chess, Coral, Coral Reefs, Film Crew, Fish, Fisheries, Freight, Guntur, Hyderabad, Little Andaman, Liverpool, Mammals, Marine, Marine Biology, Medicine, Mollusk, National Geographic, Neatorama, Ongee, Onges, Science, Scientist, Sentinelese, Sentineli, Ship, the Forbidden Island, Tribes, Union Territory of Andaman & Nicobar, University of Liverpool, Zoologist, Zoology | Leave A Comment »
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 Sheetal Sudhir, Mumbai
“These were the happiest days” say my mom, Sandhya (nee Parina) and dad, Sudhir Ramachandran, a photographer.
This picture was taken at a beach disco in Dar-es-salaam called Bahari Beach Hotel. These were times of the early 70s floral hippy patterns and elephant pants combined with an Elvis spillover from the late 60s. My dad recalls that they had just finished an engrossing session of ‘soul’ dancing and were moving to the beach to relax and then a friend clicked this picture, with dad’s very first Hasselblad camera and a large Metz flash!
My mom, a Gujrati Muslim and my dad, a Malyali, got married in Tanzania and then moved to Bangalore, India in 1975. I was born in 1976. Lately, they have been visiting Dar-es-salaam more often to see my maternal grandmother, and my uncles & aunts. In my father’s own words, whenever he sees this photograph, he is in “His fav town with his fav girl…and those were the days!!”
Oct 19, 2010 | Categories: 1970s, Bangalore, Beach, Dar es Salaam, Floral patterns, Gujarati, Gujarati Muslim, Hindu, Hippy Movement, Hotel, Inter Caste, Karnataka, Love & Romance, Malyali, Men, Migration, Most Popular, Music, Art, Dance & Culture, Muslim, Parties, Photographer, Tanzania, Tie & Dye, Western Dances, Women | Tags: 1960s, 1970s, Art & Culture, Bahari Beach Hotel, Bangalore, Beach, Couple, Dancing, Dar-es-salaam, Disco, East Africa, Elvis, Fashion & Trends, Floral patterns, Gujarati, Gujarati Muslim, Gujrati, Hasselblad, Hinduism, Hippy, Hippy Movement, Hotel, Inter-caste, Karnataka, Love & Romance, Malyali, Men's Clothes, Metz Flash, Migration, Music, Muslim, Parents, Parties, Party, Photographer, Sudhir Ramachandran, Tanzania, Tie & Dye, Western Dances, Women's Clothes | 16 Comments »