Thursday, September 24, 2009

THE ANGLO KIDS




















Kenn Duncan. Oh! Calcutta!
Photographs, January 12, 1980. Billy Rose Theatre Collection 

This is about a generation of kids who eventually grew up tough and learned to make it on their our own with no government subsidies, no unemployment benefits, no medical plans, no job openings to apply for even if you had an education, no savings and for the most part no inheritance from our parents. Most families lived from day to day and had no savings.
How true and so well articulated!    To the wonderful kids who were born in Calcutta and survived the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's...
First, we survived being born to mothers, some whose husbands smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate whatever food was put on the table, and didn't get tested for diabetes or any other disease! They were mothers who did not check their blood pressure every few minutes.
 Then after that trauma, our baby cribs and bassinets were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We were put in prams and sent out with 'Ayahs' to meet other children with their ayahs whilst our parents were busy.
 We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking or going out on our own.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags. We sat on each others laps for God's sake. Riding in the back of a Station Wagon on a warm day was always a special treat.  We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this!  We would share a bhuta or dosa; dip a chapatti into someone else's plate of curry without batting an eyelid.  We ate jam sandwiches or pickle on bread and butter, raw mangoes with salt and chillies that set our teeth on edge, and drank orange squash with sugar and water in it.   We ate at roadside stalls, drank water from tender coconuts, ate everything that was bad for us from putchkas (fried peanuts) to bhel puri (fried bread with chick peas) to bhajias (battered and fried vegetables) and samosas (fried egg rolls), but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day during the holidays, we were never ever bored, and we were allowed freedom all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on, or when our parents told us to do so. No one was able to reach us all day by mobile phone or phone.
BUT we were OKAY! We would spend hours making paper kites, building things out of scraps with old pram wheels or cycle rims, inventing our own games, having pound parties, playing traditional games called hide and seek, kick the can, 'guli danda', 'seven tiles' and rounders, ride old cycles and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.   After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. 
Our parents earned less; never travelled abroad, except, on their vacations back home to Digha, Gopalpur, Puri, and Bandel.  Religion was never an issue, everyone trusted and loved each other, and came to each others aid when needed.  We never heard or claimed our inheritance, whilst our parents were alive.
We did not look for inheritance after they died too. They made sure we were alright.   Never heard of pocket money!  We swam with an inflated tube which we got from somebody who was replacing their car tires. We ran barefoot without thinking about it, if we got cut we used Iodine on it which made us jump.   Our parents ran after us, to give us castor oil, once a month!!   We did not wash our hands ten times a day.  And we were OK.  We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no I-Pods, no Internet or Internet chat rooms, no TV,..... Full stop! Listening to music was a gather around!
We did not have parents who said things like 'what would you like for breakfast, lunch or dinner'.   We ate what was put in front of us and best of all, there was never any leftovers.  We polished the lot!!!
WE HAD FRIENDS, great friends, whose parents we called Uncle and Aunty, and we went outside and found them!  They too took care of us, when our parents were away, and without any charge! 
 We fell out of trees numerous times, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no compensation claims from these accidents.  We never visited the Dentist!  We ate fruit lying on the ground that we shook down from the tree above.   And we never washed the fruit.
 We had a bath using a bucket and mug and used Lifebuoy soap. We did not know what Shampoos & Conditioners meant.   We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.  We played goli danda and seven tiles; We rode cycles everywhere and someone sat on the carrier or across the bar to school or the pictures, not cinema, or you walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them, and their parents, never let us go without a meal or something....
 Not everyone made it into the teams we wanted to...........Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.  Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of....... They actually sided with the law!  This generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever...
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck and good fortune to grow up as kids in Calcutta, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives, ostensibly for our own good, that changed what was good into bad and what was bad into worse.......
Those were the GOLDEN DAYS my friends of our yester years. !!!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A ROOM OF HOTEL MARIA

HOTEL MARIA ( WHITE HALL BOARDING HOUSE}



NO 5 sUDDER STREET, OPPOSITE NO 7 SUDDER STREET
MAMA BERRY'S BOARDING HOUSE NOW MARIA HOTEL,

MAMA BERRY AS SHE WAS KNOW HER NAME IS MARIE BERRY, SISTR TO MY DAD PATRICK WILLIAM DORAN

Thursday, September 10, 2009

AIRHOSTESS

WHEN I GOT CALLED FOR THE INTERVIEW I WAS SO EXCITED, ME AN AIR HOSTESS
I COULD NOT BELIEVE THAT INDIAN AIRLINES HAD CALLED FOR AN INTERVIEW.
I HASTILY MADE A NEW OUT FIT, A RED FITTING DRESS WITH A WHITE COAT AND WHITE HEELS, WHEN I REACHED AIRLINE HOUSE, THERE WERE SO MANY GIRLS FOR THE SAME  JOB,
THERE WERE THREE PEOPLE SITTING IN THE ROOM WHEN I ENTERED THE CHIEF HOSTESSS  CHIEF PILOT T AND THE OPERATIONAL MANAGER , HE ASKED ME THREE GENERAL KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONS, HE ASKED ME TO TAKE OF MY SHOES AND WALK, THEY WERE CHECKING HIGHT.
 AFTER A MONTH I GOT A SELECTION LETTER AND HAD TO GO THROUGH MANY MEDICAL CHECK UPS BEFORE I BECAME A TRAINEE, AT DUM DUM AIRPORT.
MY TRAINING DAYS WERE FUN DAYS CHEIF AIRHOSTESS LIALA  ROBERTS WAS A WONDERFUL WOMAN AND ENCOURAGED ME., THERE WERE THREE OTHER GIRLS , CHOSEN WITH ME CLOVER GILSON COLEEN HUGHES AND ARUNA SINGH

MY FIRST FLIGHT WAS WITH LIALA . SHE MADE ME  WATCH AND LEARN,
MY FLYING DAYS WAS VERY EVENTFUL. MET A LOT OF CELEBRITYS CRICKET PLAYERS, WRESTLERS BUSINESS MEN AND EVEN PILGRIMS WHO USED TO GO TO MECCA, .ONCE  A FLIGHT WAS GROUNDED IN ASSAM, AS THE UNDERCARRIAGE HAD A PROBLEM. I FLEW BACK ON A DACOTA CARGO FLIGHT, SLEPT ALL THROUGH, ON THE FLOOR ON A BLANKET, I WAS NOT REALLY ALLOWED TO DO THAT AS I WAS NOT INSURED FOR A CARGO PLANE, BUT I TOOK THE RISK AND GOT HOME SAFE.
I  HAD AN EXPERIENCE OF A THUNDER STORM , IT WAS VERY BAD, AIR POCKETS ARE SOMETHING THAT MAKE YOU SICK AND SCARED, AND THAT DAY THERE WAS ONLY TWO PEOPLE FLYING BACK ME AND A PRIEST, THAT I THOUGHT WAS MY LAST DAY,
MY EXPERIENCE AS AN AIR HOSTESS  WAS A PART OF MY YOUNG DAYS A
FUN FILLED  TIME I WILL NEVER REGRET 
NANETTE

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

TRINCAS OF CALCUTTA

August 6, 2008

Vanished Worlds – SUNANDA K. DATTA-RAY

Filed under: Uncategorized — Sean Auckland @ 11:28 am
The Absolute Anglo-Indian By K.C. Sen, New Millennium, £9.95
This book’s interest lies in the era and society it evokes. K.C. Sen, Bhaiya or Kacy to intimates, was Brahmananda Keshub Chunder Sen’s great grandson on one side and the great-great-grandson of General Sir Edward Barnes, governor of Ceylon and India’s commander-in-chief, on the other. But he is out of joint in concluding that today’s “Absolute Anglo-Indian” will become tomorrow’s “Obsolete Anglo-Indian”. Tomorrow was yesterday, not just for Anglo-Indians but for the fast, fun-loving Anglo-Bengali world of which he writes.
Sen was not Anglo-Indian in the sense of being “of European descent in the male line”, which is the legal definition. As he says, with his extended family spread out in India, Britain, Australia, France, Canada, Myanmar, Switzerland and Pakistan, he could truly have been called a man of the world. But it’s clear that two distinct identities overlapped in his consciousness. His roots were in the archaic Ingabanga society of 19th-century Bengal. Anybody who was anybody in the Calcutta of the Thirties, Forties and Fifties was a relative. Overlaid on that was the Anglo-Indian culture of the Rangers Club, the Grail Club and the club of which he says that “if ever there was a place that separated the men from the boys, and no angels feared to tread, it was the good old Golden Slipper.” Sen managed it for a while, but the links went deeper. Older members of that milieu still remember his unorthodox wedding invitation, “Bridgette and I are going to be married at the Golden Slipper Club.”
His world straddled Calcutta, Darjeeling and London — or rather, small gilded niches in all three, venturing regularly to Colombo and Simla. Rakish Cooch Behar royals, male and female, also descendants of Keshub Sen, loomed large in this fin de siècle society to which World War II and the 300 Club lent zest.
Sen played many parts. He was oarsman, poet, war reporter behind the Burma front, songwriter, composer, guitarist, public relations officer, box-wallah, radio broadcaster and, above all, impressario. His Cavaliers was a popular band. He was frequently MC at the open-air Scherezade nightclub at the Oberoi Grand. It is no surprise that showbiz characters pop in and out of these pages — Duke Ellington, Ross Parker, Alfred Hitchcock and, perhaps in the same genre, Lord Mountbatten. It “was over a cup of tea on the verandah” of his flat that he provided Satyajit Ray with Devika Halder a.k.a. Vicky Redwood for Mahanagar. She was part of Bandwagon, Sen’s group. He says that the voice off-screen in Mahanagar was that of Devika, but the song was a ballad, Time Gave Me No Chance, that he had composed in his rowing days. Major Sharat Kumar Roy of the US army was an unusual wartime buddy and surely the only NRI to be commemorated by a mountain in Greenland: he discovered Mount Sharat.
The book is a treasure trove of such nuggets, though, sadly, many of the illustrations are almost illegible. But though Sen provides enjoyable glimpses, laced with humour, into a vanished world, it would be idle to pretend he does full justice either to his august lineage or to the opportunities that were his. Indeed, one might apply to him Max Beerbohm’s immortal epitaph on George IV’s ill-used and ill-fated queen, “Fate wrote her a most tremendous tragedy, and she played it in tights.”
Paradoxically, Sen is least enjoyable when he pontificates. The constant jumping back and forth from Barnes and Keshub Sen to the contemporary scene is disconcerting. But for all its contrary title, The Absolute Anglo-Indian opens a window of nostalgia into the vanished phenomenon of Anglicized Bengali society.
 Patrick Doran was the lead singer of the pop group called the Cavaliers,  that played at Trincas and other restaurants in Calcutta. They were one of the first pop groups to cut a record Called love is a mango.Patrick is now settled in Denmark.

CALCUTTA TRAMS

 
Kolkata, the city of joy is famous for its Tram Service. The Calcutta Tramways Company Limited happens to be a West Bengal state government undertaken company that is responsible for ensuring the smooth running of trams in Kolkata and also buses in and around Kolkata .It is a noteworthy fact that in India currently only Kolkata (Calcutta) has a tram service. Previously other cities like Mumbai (Bombay), Kanpur, Nasik and Chennai also had trams service which was later discontinued. Kolkata Trams Service (Calcutta Tramways Company) provides a cheap mode of transportation.History of Kolkata Trams Service (Calcutta Tramways Company)-Responsible for managing tramways in Kolkata, Kolkata Trams Service (Calcutta Tramways Company) started the first horse driven tram carriage service in the year 1873 between Sealdah and Armenian Ghat Street. Due to lack of decent patronization the Kolkata Trams Service (Calcutta Tramways Company) was put on hold. In the year 1880, the British started The Calcutta Tramways Company Limited as a registered joint stock company at London. The concept of electricfication of Tram Service also came into vogue in the late 1990s

YOU CAN TRAVEL ALMOST EVERY WHERE BY TRAM,
. I THINK IT IS THE CHEAPEST FORM OF TRANSPORTATION,.
THERE ARE SPECIAL SEATS FOR LADIES 
BOTH IN THE TRAMS AND BUS,

THE VICTORIA MEMORIAL MESUEM

.The Victoria Memorial Hall was opened in 1921. It is also a museum where people could see before them pictures and statues of men who played a prominent part in the history of India and develop a pride in their past especially in relation to the history of Calcutta . Lord Curzon conceived it. Presently it is the finest and most prominent building and art museum of Calcutta, India, under the Department of Culture, Government of India. 

A beautiful monument,, a place which is full in the evening, as a kid i  walked along the maidan  and walked back,after eating the famous bhel puri and puchikas , a small puri with potatoe filling and tamrind water, wow god bless the chat walas of cal