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September 2, 2009

Yesterday once more at Trincas

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 8:22 pm

In its 50th year, we revisit this Kolkata institution with Usha Uthup, who found flame here

Almost providentially, the sound system at Trincas starts playing Yesterday as Usha Uthup walks in. Today, though, all her troubles seem here to stay. She is running an hour late for all her appointments; the traffic has unnerved her further and her mobile phone won’t stop ringing. “Why can’t I be left alone?” she bristles under her breath.

It’s a question that is easier asked than answered. Everybody wants a piece of Uthup—arguably Indian’s pioneering pop singer, whose career in popdom and Bollywood playback now spans exactly 40 years; and Kolkata’s claim on her was reiterated almost physically by Uthup herself when she publicly started wearing a jumbo bindi styled on the initial letter of Kolkata’s Bengali spelling.

Old world: (above) Uthup met her husband for the first time at Trincas; and the restaurant in the mid-1970s when film stars used to frequent it. Indranil Bhoumik / Mint

Old world: (above) Uthup met her husband for the first time at Trincas; and the restaurant in the mid-1970s when film stars used to frequent it. Indranil Bhoumik / Mint

During lunch hour, Trincas is only half full. The place where Uthup first made her mark as a “nightclub singer”—a title she is proud to claim—visibly eases the tension in her as she settles down with a coffee, drinking purposefully from the plate. “This is distinctly Trincas, click this!” she urges the photographer between sips. “Trincas taught me to hurry,” she says—one of the many lessons learnt there.

There are Park Street old-timers who maintain that Trincas existed as an unassuming corner deli before the 50 years that the restaurant is currently commemorating. But all agree that it is only in these five decades that Trincas—under the stewardship of two friends, Ellis Joshua and Om Prakash Puri (the Puris continue to run it)—became the original home of live pop music in India, only to fall from grace when the Naxalite movement, the exodus of corporate houses and the Anglo-Indian community from the city, a higher entertainment tax regime and changing cultural morality teamed up to dent its fortunes. “But we never stopped having live music here,” says Shashi Puri who, along with her husband Deepak and son Anand, runs Trincas these days. “Not even for a single day over all these years,” she reiterates.

“Molly was a black beauty from the Middle-East”, J.L. Wadehra, the 69-year-old general manager of Trincas, muses. “And when she sang, there used to be a queue outside the restaurant.” Since 1961, when Molly became Trincas’ first pop performer and its first star, the restaurant has seen a long list of bands and performers stopping by—somebody such as Biddu Appaiah, before he and Carl Douglas became famous with the international smash hitKung Fu Fighting and much before Disco Deewane and Made In Indiahappened, even taking a cut on his professional fee to perform seven-eight months at Trincas, according to Wadehra. “Some years back, he came back with a troupe from the UK to film at Trincas, where he had started his career with the band Trojans and later as the Lone Trojan,” recalls Wadehra.

Savages, Flintstones, Checkered Tricycle—a band that had as drummer Indian rock music veteran Nondon Bagchi—Beat Four, Benny Rozario, Toto Wallang, Eve, Jenny, Linda and Flora—they have all performed at Trincas, as has a band called The Urge, which had in its ranks a young Goutam Chattopadhyay, who later on went on to be widely acknowledged as having pioneered the concept of Bengali bands singing their originals, with his own Mohiner Ghoraguli (Mohin’s Horses).

While other Park Street restaurants had musicians such as Louis Banks, Pam Crain and Lou Majaw performing jazz, soul and rock, pop music was the reason Kolkata’s party set thronged Trincas. “It was the era of great pop music and I remember being there at Trincas as a five-year-old as my father performed Tom Jones and Engelbert Humperdinck. And of course, I remember the blow accordion that uncle Joshua had gifted me there,” remembers Toto Wallang’s son Rudy, a guitarist and founder of blues band Soulmate.

It wasn’t easy to break out of the Trincas fold: Over the years, only one singer, Jenny, got “stolen” from the restaurant by The Oberoi Grand, says Puri. Neither was it easy to break into, says Sanjay Mishra, the Kolkata-born guitarist who moved to the US and, among other albums, recorded the critically acclaimed Blue Incantation album with the legendary Grateful Dead frontman, the late Jerry Garcia. “Back in the mid-’70s, our band Mahamaya was mostly rejected at Trincas and it was difficult to get past the Anglo-Indian mafia there. Mr Joshua was the godfather,” Mishra says, laughing.

On 1 October 1969, some of the stereotypes surrounding female nightclub singers in India were shattered at Trincas. That is when a young Usha Iyer (Uthup’s maiden name) took the spotlight at the crowded restaurant, wearing a sari and flowers in her hair and singing Little Willie John’s Fever. “There I was in a cheap cotton sari and not in a gown. I wasn’t fair-skinned too, neither did I have blonde hair. After I took over at Trincas, there were more Bengali families coming, possibly because the women found it safer with me around,” says Uthup.

But in those days, a lady singer in a bar had to get a permit from Lalbazar, the police headquarters, with strict guidelines forbidding interaction with guests or soliciting. “The only person I solicited in Trincas, I went on to marry,” Uthup says, recalling her first meeting with Jani, a tea industry professional. “After my first performance, he came up to me and said in a statesman-like voice, ‘You were good tonight’. I was like ‘Oi saala, this is good’ and fell head over heels in love. He stopped coming for my shows after we got married,” she says. The familiar roar of laughter follows.

Uthup went on to do the playback for some of Bollywood’s pop hits in films such as Shaan, Shalimar, Disco Dancer, Hare Rama Hare Krishna, right up to recent releases such as Tashan and Joggers’ Park.

It all comes back to Trincas. “I had a strong bass voice and was an oddity among female singers. But Trincas accepted me whole-heartedly. It’s hallowed ground for me,” she says as younger waiters hang around her table in reverential attention, not oblivious to Uthup’s 40-year association.

But it isn’t so for everyone. No longer, at any rate. A city musician who had performed there some time back complains of an indifferent and unappreciative audience. Yet another musician talks about the constant pressure to pamper the audience with whatever’s-on-TV kind of music, even the commercial Bollywood variety.

“But Trincas has always been with the times,” reasons Nigel Gomes, bandleader of Sweet Agitation, the in-house outfit of Anglo-Indian musicians which has been a regular at Trincas for 25 years. The band’s set list says it: Alan Parsons Project, Van Halen and Bheegi Bheegi and Pehli Nazaar, all together in a marketable mix. “Our music too is in the zone. We play for the audience,” says Gomes.

Admittedly, much has changed. The Anglo-Indians, Jews, Europeans, Armenians and expats who once patronized the place have been replaced by a different set of people with a vastly different ear for music. Puri shows us old photographs of actors Dilip Kumar and Saira Banu at Trincas, and talks about Raj Kapoor and Dev Anand visiting, Vishu Mohan Wadehra, who has worked at Trincas for 40 years and is proud to have been in the frame in Satyajit Ray’s Pikoo when the film-maker shot at the restaurant, points to the window table Amitabh Bachchan used to occupy during his early days in Kolkata, before he made it big in Hindi films. Two men wearing T-shirts of a mobile telephone company occupy the table now.

The photographs also tell another story. The wide arches that once dominated the hall have been replaced by a loudly painted low ceiling. The round comfortable chairs have made way for wrought iron ones; ordinary white tiles adorn the floor where once there were carpets.

Yet, at Trincas, where the music never stopped, the photographs throw up an important element that remains unchanged: The stage continues to be where it was.

Source – http://www.livemint.com/2009/08/21222736/Yesterday-once-more-at-Trincas.html?pg=2

August 6, 2008

Anglo-Indians plan gala affair (The Times of India)

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 11:27 am

KOLKATA: Anglo-Indians in the city are all set to celebrate World Anglo-Indian Day on August 2, with week-long celebrations starting on Sunday.

Way back in 1935, when the Government of India Act – precursor to the Constitution – was enacted, the community was recognised officially. Hence, the day is known as World Anglo-Indian Day.

This year, it promises to be a grand affair as Sunday marks the beginning of the run-up to the platinum jubilee year. The week-long programme will have carnivals, balls, outings and of course, some sumptuous Anglo-Indian cuisine. And all this is bound to whip up memories of the Fifties and Sixties – the glorious days of the community.

The number of Anglo-Indians in the city is believed to be around 3,000 and efforts are on to get them all involved in the celebrations this year.

Members of the community are praying hard that Sunday remains sunny because a day out complete with some yummy khana – as it is popularly called in Anglo-Indian parlance – has been organised at the Maidan tent of Rangers’ Club, an exclusive Anglo-Indian address.

Though organisers of all the four major programmes surrounding the occasion have kept the dress code relaxed, food will be strictly Anglo-Indian. So, right from yellow rice and ball curry to pantras, jhalfrezi, vindaloo, roast meat and plum pudding, it’s going to be authentic stuff all the way.

“Since Anglo-Indians are a typically beef-eating community, we are sticking to it as far as possible. Also, some dishes like vindaloo have dual ownership and though Goans claim that to be their speciality, the Anglo-Indians prefer to keep the title with themselves,” joked Denise O’Brien, wife of the Anglo-Indian representative in the Assembly, Barry O’Brien.

The carnival at St James’ School on August 2 has been organised by the Association of Heads of Anglo-Indian Schools. “Everyone can take part in the festivities, taste the goodies and play games. We have tried to include only the age-old Anglo-Indian favourites like skittle, feeding the clown and killing the rat. Though somewhat forgotten today, these can be so much fun to play,” said TH Ireland, principal of St James’.

The All India Anglo-Indian Association (AIAIA), the only national body of the community since 1876, has organised a special thanksgiving, followed by a sit-down lunch at Frank Anthony Public School on August 3.

“We will ensure that dal-bhaat is served in typical Anglo-Indian style for this lunch. You will be surprised to know that dal-bhaat is Anglo-Indian staple, too!” said Denise, also the secretary of AIAIA.

All eyes, however, would be on the gala Rangers’ Club ball on August 3 when women, in their best of gowns, waltz with their menfolk.

January 16, 2008

Hubli no more hub of Anglo-Indians

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 2:48 pm

HUBLI: Hubli, once the major hub of Anglo- Indians in the Mumbai- Karnataka region, no longer seems to be the �preferred� city for the youth of the community.

And, the Anglo-Indians� unique way of celebrating the �family reunion festival, � on Christmas, will soon be a thing of the past if one were to go by the rate at which the youth of the community migrate.

The All India Anglo- Indian Association (AIAIA) has 70 branches. Four of the branches – in Bangalore, Mysore, Hubli and Hospet – are in Karnataka. Peters Pavy, an Anglo- Indian retired Railway telecommunication engineer, said earlier even a matriculate could join the staff of Railways and lead a happy life.

Once, 80 per cent of the Anglo-Indians here were Railway employees. �But, of late, the younger generation of the community gets into lucrative jobs, after pursuing higher education, in metropolitan cities in India and abroad. Youngsters don�t want Railway jobs now,� he said.

Robert L Nelthropp, president, AIAIA, Hubli branch, said many Anglo- Indian homes in the City have become abodes of retired people. �With this migration phenomenon, the population of the Anglo-Indians in the City has come down drastically, by almost half, during the last ten years.�

Nelthropp, whose son is now in Australia, says: �Our children come for Christmas once in a year and return after the New Year celebration. We cannot blame their reluctance to settle down in Hubli. So, every death of a senior Anglo-Indian here means the one step towards the reduction of community strength in the City,� he said.

The AIAIA Hubli branch, started in the 1940s, has members from around 70 families. These families are spread among the CSI, Roman Catholic, Protestants and Seven Day Adventists sects.

They do not see any urgency for a separate church. But they want to ensure that that nothing hinders their �traditional activities. We appealed to former Hubli MLA and minister for minority welfare Jabbar Khan Honnali and nominated Anglo-Indian MLA Ivan Igli for ten guntas of land for constructing an Anglo-Indian community centre in Hubli three years ago.

However, nothing has materialised so far,� said Nelthropp.

December 9, 2007

Young Man Behaving Badly

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 5:43 pm

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine

The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself actorishly on London and without any intimations of my own ludicrousness spent two years showing God what I thought of him by letting myself go. I drank and took drugs sufficient to give me bleeding gums and a Parkinsonian head wobble, conditions that compromised but did not prevent my other main hobby — having sex as often as possible. A lot of girls didn’t mind. A lot of them had troubles of their own. It was a cheering surprise, the sort of dismal shape you could be in and still get into some maenadic self-harmer’s pants. Granted, these encounters never developed — no morning-after breakfast or fun in the shower — but encased as I was in the armor of nihilism, I wouldn’t have stuck around for any of that rubbish anyway.

For the minimum-wager with Caligulan needs, the glory days are soon over. In two brief years of beyond-means living, I went from being more or less viably broke to being tremblingly, authentically in debt. Also, I filled in the alcoholic’s questionnaire and discovered that apparently I was one.

I wrote to my father and asked him for a loan. This doesn’t sound so bad. But only a month earlier he sent me a gift of £500, part of the yield of one of the ancient insurance policies he was in the habit of disbursing among his children.

After an ominous pause the old man wrote back: yes, he’d give me the money, but he wanted to see me. I was being formally summoned to the parental seat (a one-bedroom retirement flat in Bolton) because manifestly Something Was Seriously Wrong.

My family is Anglo-Indian, and of the four children, I’m the only one who wasn’t born in India. Thus the mythic shadow under which I grew up was a narrative of flight and exile, the Indian glory of Those Days (moonlit dances, bootleg liquor, elephants, tigers, steam trains and servants) set against the English dreariness of These Days (miserable weather, poverty, lousy fresh fruit and consistent hostility from the natives). A fertile story, yes — but theirs. I, made in England, felt excluded, miffed, resistant to the idea of even visiting India, a position of increasing absurdity as one by one, backpacking friends returned from the place with the standard anecdotal combo of nirvanic epiphany and toilet horror.

In Bolton my father and I drank whiskey while he gave me the what-in-God’s-name-are-you-doing-with-your-life? dressing down I’d expected. It generated a peculiar psychic response. On the one hand: Wow, this is my dad talking. Better shape up. On the other: Who do you think you are — my dad? My mother got the curry and rice ready in the kitchen. What are your plans, for God’s sake? the old man demanded. What is it you want to do?

To this day I’m not sure why I answered that I was planning a trip to India. I certainly hadn’t been planning a trip to India, or anywhere else. My dad was initially incredulous — India? You haven’t got any money — but within seconds he segued with protean ease into wild-eyed enthusiasm, got out maps, started drawing up itineraries, calling the roll of friends we’d visit. It had become “we”; he would accompany me. It was while I was still reeling from the shock of his self-invitation that he fessed up to losing his eyesight. He wanted to show me the old country while he still could.

In India, I watched him among friends he hadn’t seen for 35 years. A glamour of England he didn’t know he’d acquired made many of them tentative and subdued. He ran his hands over stone walls, doorways, gravestones. The small changes pierced him; in the face of the big ones he lost his bearings. He took my arm to cross the roads. We had frank conversations on the chilly night trains, became people to each other, aside from father and son.

At the end of it all the two of us stood at the National Express bus stop at Heathrow waiting for his ride back to Bolton. It was cold, windy, raining. We were both suffering from the need to say something in keeping with the scale of what we’d been through. Quite a problem, considering his default of emotional understatement and mine of lapsing into a crying jag at the first sign of human warmth. Standing there with his collar up and his left eye watering, he looked older than I’d ever seen him look. The bus arrived. We embraced, still reaching for something to say. In the end he just said, “Thanks for looking after me.”

I think that was the first time I realized the balance of strength between us had shifted. What had started as me asking him for help ended with him thanking me for helping him. I was a young man, and he was old. It was my world now, not his. I resolved to get my life in order, quit being a waster, do something with my time instead of (or at least as well as) boozing and fornicating it away.

Glen Duncan lives in London and has written six novels. His most recent, “The Bloodstone Papers,” was published in August.

Might bring back some memories – St. Thomas School, Kolkata

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 5:39 pm

Carnival time

St Thomas School turned 219 this year and the school’s birthday was celebrated with its annual carnival — one of the oldest in the city — on November 16-17 at the St Thomas Girls School. Bishop Samuel Raju, chairman of the board of governors, St Thomas School, Kidderpore, inaugurated the two-day event.

The ground was decked up for the carnival, sporting 11 stalls that offered games like ‘Basket the Ball’ to ‘Bounce the Lucky Score’. Students from the middle section were busy playing the bowling game.

But the stall that saw the maximum rush was the one holding ‘Treasure Hunt’. Beautiful handicrafts created by the school students were on display at these stalls, with just the right prices for student pockets. A technical stall offering information on a Welder training course, computer hardware and networking, conducted in collaboration with Jadavpur University, saw enough interest.

But what’s a carnival without some mouth-watering food? From kati rolls to biryani, the St Thomas School carnival served it all up hot, with the sales proceeds going to the school welfare fund. “The fund’s resources are used for under-privileged children of the school,” said Usha Andrews, acting principal of St. Thomas Boys school.

Country Roads to travel back in time

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 5:32 pm

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Kolkata/Country_roads_to_travel_back_in_time/articleshow/2593345.cms

KOLKATA: Country roads will take them home this winter. The city’s Anglo-Indians wish for a tryst with yesterday, and what better way of doing so than lilting country music, humming along to John Denver?

‘Let’s Go Country’: Come Sunday, this musical extravaganza at the St Joseph’s College will transport one and all to the ’60s and ’70s when youths had sunshine on their shoulders as they strummed guitars and shook a leg to eternal country favourites.

It’s not very long ago, when the film, Bow Barracks Forever, portrayed the exclusive world of Anglo-Indians in the heart of bustling Kolkata, trying to keep alive their hopes, dreams, aspirations and, above all, their identity. And now, the Anglo-Indians will be saying it with music by linking local singers like Francis Lepcha to Lobo, Shon Anderson to John Denver, Jeff Culladon to Hank Locklin, The De’Souza Fly to Kenny Rogers and so on.

“Most Anglo-Indians grew up with country music. They would relate to cowboys, action and shooting. Unfortunately, we don’t get to hear this music anymore. So, we thought it would be a good idea to relive the past,” said Neville McNamara (58), member of the Anglo-Indian Society. Kanchan Dutta of Inner Circle, which is organising the event, thought it would not be fair to restrict Kenny Rogers, John Denver and the like to the city’s Anglo-Indians only.

Picking the greatest country songs was a tall order, but the pursuit was indeed rewarding in one major way, admitted the organisers. “Our selection will be a powerful reminder of the main strength of country music, which is its ability to tell a story. And, great country songs manage to tell a story in just a few words, in the process of creating a believable world, one that’s peopled with genuine characters, who evoke deep, credible emotions,” said McNamara.

The selection includes the MacGuire and Andrew Sisters, Hank Locklin, Skeeta Davis and Don Williams. It would be more like a cultural revelation, a unifying activity which will bring all like-minded people under the umbrella of John Denver. This, say the organisers, was their very own concoction of Bow Barracks and Bong Connection.

September 25, 2007

Anglo Indian Play

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 7:57 am

All characters based on the following events are fictional. any resemblence to any person/character living or dead was purely accidental. 
 
Scene : Late evening turning into night. 
 
Father – Jimmy 
Mother – Maggie 
Son – Aubrey 
Daughter – Annie 
 
Father is watching T.V. Son is listening to the walkman. Daughter is reading Mills & Boons and Mother is in the Kitchen. 
 
Maggie : Jimmy come for prayers. 
Jimmy : Wait chile, 1 more wicket to go. 
Maggie : If you don’t switch that bloody T.V. off, your wicket will go now. Go on switch it off. 
Jimmy : ok chile, stop screaming. 
Maggie : Aubrey , Aubrey, AUBREYYYY…. (HIT on the head). Listening to devil music and rap songs. I’ll give you 1 rap now. Annie come on for prayers. 
Annie : Im come to the best part. 
Maggie : In Mills & Boons every part is the best part. Come on now. 
 
Everyone’s seated for prayers. 
 
Maggie : In the name of the Father … Annie , go and off the the stove chile. 
Annie : (goes) Mama, its still boiling. 
Maggie : Never mind chile. OFF IT OFF. 
Annie : (comes back) ok mama. I OFFT IT OFF. 
Maggie : Hail Mary full of grace ……. 
(RRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG) (doorbell) 
Maggie : Annie go see who it is. If its Aunty Moreen, tell her I’m in Mysore. 
Annie : (goes to the door and comes back) Mama, it’s Uncle Tommy. He’s come to collect the Monthly Anglo-Indian Association Subscription. 
Maggie : Tell him I’m in the toilet chile. 
(WHISPERS ………………..) 
Our Anglo-Indian Scholarship is still under review for the past 1 year now. They’ll come correctly to collect money but wont do anything for us. So far all we got is 1 of Frank Anthony’s Ball. 
Annie : (goes and comes back). Mama I told him, he’s gone. 
Jimmy : Cmon say the prayers chile. Im very sleepy. 
Aubrey : Yes mama, and I have to go out. 
Maggie : While you were watching T.V. u were not sleepy. Now your sleepy. If I pour water on your face now, you’ll be wide awake. And you, Aubrey, don’t you become a loafer like the other Anglo-Indian loafers and the Ready Made Indians. Its night time, stay at home. 
Annie : Ok mama carry on now. 
Maggie : Hail Mary full of ……….. 
(RRINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG) 
Maggie : Annie go see who that is chile. If its Aunty Moreen, tell her I’m in Mysore. These buggers come only during the night. 
Aubrey : During the day you’re not here. 
Maggie : Don’t you act smart with me Aubrey. 
Annie : Mama, its the Milkman. He wants the card for renewal and the money for this month. 
Maggie : Tell him I’m in the toilet chile.  
(WHISPERS ………………….) 
These buggers mix the milk with water and they think I don’t know. Once I made Tea for him and he spat it out. 
Annie : (comes back) Mama, I told him. He went away. 
Jimmy : Shall I hit the bed? 
Maggie : How would like it if I hit you now? 
Aubrey : Mama hurry up slowly. 
Maggie : Aubrey don’t you get cheeky with me son. 
Aubrey : Ok then. Hurry up and take your time. 
Maggie : (SLLAAPPPPP) That’s for acting too smart with me. 
Annie : ok mama continue. 
Maggie : Hail Mary full of grace ………… 
(RRINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG) (doorbell) 
Jimmy : Who is it this time? 
Maggie : Aubrey, you go and see who it is. If it’s Aunty Moreen …… 
Aubrey : (interrupts) Mama, but you’re already in Mysore. 
Maggie : Don’t let me warm your ears again for you. Once is not enough? Go see who it is. All these buggers come only in the night. 
Aubrey : (come back) Mama, its the Group 4 , Night Patrol Security Guards. He’s asking for the montly payment. 
Maggie : Tell him I’m in the toilet. 
(WHISPERS ………………) 
These buggers come correctly at 12 midnight and blow the whistle so loud. The bloody rogues go and hide and after these buggers turn the corner, the rogues come out. Wonderful Security Guards we have. 
Aubrey : (goes and comes back). Mama, he said, yesterday when he came you said the same story that you were in the toilet. 
Maggie : So what? Tell him I got Loose Motion. 
Aubrey : Mama’s he’s gone. He said to tell you that he will come tomorrow at the same time. He wanted to know if he should bring the doctor together with him. I started laughing. 
Maggie : Ok shut up and sit down now. 
(By this time Jimmy is fast asleep). Maggie gets up and gives him a stiff knock on his head. 
Jimmy : Aaah , oohh , who’s out???? Is he out?????? 
Maggie : No one’s out. Only you were out. 
Annie : Cmon mama, continue. 
Maggie : Again what to continue chile. By now we would have finished the Rosary twice. All of you say your own prayers and go to bed. 
Aubrey : What about dinner mama? 
Maggie : Aubrey, take that 2 rupees which is on the Fridge and go buy 1 loaf of bread and come. All of you eat bread and jam. 
I’m going for my bath now. 
 
THE END. 
 
Father – Jimmy Kuttacks 
Mother – Maggie Kuttacks 
Son – Aubrey Kuttacks 
Daughter – Annie Kuttacks 
 
Screenplay – Winston Kurt Fernandez 
 
Written, Produced & Directed by – Winston Kurt Fernandez. 
 

August 28, 2007

Anglo Indian Heritage Collection – YouTube interview with Nigel Foote

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 4:31 am

I thank Nigel Foote for this wonderful contribution:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUr-vTQENHE

August 26, 2007

The Smiths of Agra and Delhi – Contribution by Mark Pinto

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 3:58 pm

No one will dispute that when it comes to writing on monuments of Delhi, known or unknown, no one does a better job than RV Smith. He not only tell you their history but also legends attached to them. So do Akhilesh Mittal and Rakhshanda Jalil. RV Smith is more prolific; his articles appear in just about every English papr in the country. I often wondered from where he gets all the information and inspiration. Now I know the answer: it is in his blood; he inherited it from his father Thomas Smith (1910-1995) of Agra.

The Smiths were soldiers of fortune serving in armies of warlords willing to pay them well. Thomas Smith’s father, Colonel Salvador Smith (1784-1871) was a Commander in the army of Daulat Rao Scindia. Thomas also started life as a soldier but was persuaded by a family friend Nawab Faiyaz Khan Sherwani to take over as a local correspondent for “The Statesman” of Calcutta. Thomas readily agreed to replace his musket for the pen. Among the celebrated cases he reported was of his English predecessor Fred Ellis who was involved in a brawl with one BD Gupta at a meeting of the Agra Cantonment Board. Gupta lost his temper and hit the Englishman three times with his chappal. The case was heard bu a subordinate Magistrate popularly known as Ghanta Babu: he used to have a gong struck whenever a case was called before him. Ghanta Babu convicted Gupta for the offence of hitting a man of the ruling race not once or twice but three times. Gupta went in appeal to the Allahabad High Court. The Hon’ble Judge passed strictures on Ghanta Babu saying that he was not fit to be a magistrate but the syce of a British Officer.

Thomas Smith was aversatile man. besides his mother tongue English, (he was Anglo-ndian) he knew Urdu, Persian and Hindi. During his leisure hours he cycled round the Agra ruins in his short-sleeved shirt, Khaki shorts and solar topee on his head picking up information on the monuments he visited. In the evening he dressed in Kurta-pyjama to attend mushairas and kavi sammelans. He often visited Delhi. During World War II he interviewed Pandit Nehru, M A Jinnah and the Mufti of Jerusalem. In sixty years of journalism, besides representing ‘The Statesman’, Thomas Smith edited ‘Globe Magazine’, ‘The Agra Citizen’ and ‘Agra Times’ as well as reported for ‘Reuters’. He also worked for    ‘The Times of India’,'ThePioneer’ and ‘The Hindustan Times’. His son RV published his ‘Rambles and Recollections of Thomas Smith’.

Thomas Smith married an Armenian lady Ruby Irene, who gave him seven children—four sons and three daughters. She died in 1989; her husband followed her six years later. Both are buried in Agra.”

The above article was written by Khushwant Singh,  and appeared in the Navhind Times Panorama dated August 26th, 2007.

July 16, 2007

Content Writers Required

Filed under: Anglo Fun — Sean Auckland @ 1:32 am

This is a plea to all Anglo Indians out there to help me maintain this blog by providing me with articles, snippets, stories, recepies, etc. … just about anything related to the community….. One can contact me at sean.auckland@gmail.com in case you have anything interesting you would like me to post.

Thanks…….

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