Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Taking a break from posts
I am looking for records - in the form of write-ups of their memories, newspaper clips, or photographs.
I am also looking for names and addresses of people who can contribute posts that talk about their own memories or of community milestones.
For example, when I first arrived, I heard about a family that would invite all who were from India in Manitoba to their Diwali dinner, and that they lived on Pembina Highway. The name as I recall was Professor Sarwate and that he was in the Engineering department of the U. of Manitoba, and that they had recently left. I even remember tracing down the house in which they had lived and thinking how small the house was and how lively the community get-together would have been.
But so far, I have not been able to find anyone who has heard of them, and I have forgotten who told me about them.
That is the kind of information that would really help build this blogsite.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Rubena Sinha
Trained under Uday Shankar, Ruby was versatile and developed her artistic talent in Winnipeg, spending long hours on training actors and dancers for her productions. Already versed in Bharata Natyam, Manipuri and Kathak, she went back to India and learnt Mohini Attam. She learnt flamenco dancing. Later, she branched into fusion theatre, combining music and dance forms from India and the west.
Hindu Society Summer Camps for Youth
While I am on the topic of Hindu Society, let me fast forward to the mid-1980s, when the Hindu Society organized summer camps at Riding Mountain ProvincialPark. The energy behind the camps was Mohan Mathur, who had the support of a large number of parents who volunteered to be in charge of the cooking, the prayer-meetings, lectures and games.
It was a wonderful time. The campsite was taken over by Hindus for almost a whole week every summer for two or three years. The day started at 6 a.m. with teenagers being hauled out of bed for the morning prayers – a Surya namaskar first, led by Shubha Sridhar, an exquisite dancer trained in Mrinalini Sarabhai’s school Darpana, followed by chanting of familiar temple prayers. There were lectures and activity sessions, followed by games in the late afternoon. In addition to frisbee and volleyball, campers played the popular Indian sport of kabaddi. Then there was the campfire every night. After the campers went to bed, the songs at the campfire continued – popular Hindi film songs, often from the 1960s and 1970s, usually led by Pratibha Bhalla.
Mohan Mathur left his headship of the Department of Electrical Engineering at the University of Manitoba in the late 1980s, to become Dean at the University of Western Ontario. The leadership behind the summer camps was not as spirited as before.
I was Camp Director for the 1990 camp and this was part of my report.
From Uma Parameswaran’s “Summer Camp Report 1990”
Camp 1990 was held during the long weekend in August (August 4-5-6) at Birds’ Hill park. In the past, I have helped in the first two camps of the Society and was Camp Director for a camp held within the city with the Mandir as base. However, this time as Director of the Camp, it was very different and I would like to share my thoughts on the experience.
The weekend confirmed for me once again the worthwhileness of the effort. A camp banner was made by the younger children with adult help; teenagers had a lot of outdoor games and fun; Gopalji Pandey’s art class was a great success; an evening discussion led by Babu Hegdekar highlighted the need for making such discussions among youngsters an ongoing activity of the Society; the havan, led by Chandra Sharma, gave the campers an experience of the solemnity and celebration of Hindu ritual. Significantly, the open house concept of the meals and campfires brought visitors from the city to the park to get involved in the fellowship of a Hindu camp. The camp concluded with the observance of Rakshabandhan and it was very heartwarming to see girls repledging sibling bonds and also adopting new brothers.
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….Our children must be given a simple primer of Hinduism. Our … openmindedness often confuses children. To every one of their simple questions such as Is there a God? What should we say when our friends laugh at the idea of a monkey god? Is Krishna God? Did Krishna die? we often give answers that are totally incomprehensible to child-minds … and about the Mahabharata and Ramayan being “stories” whose historicity we cannot prove, about Krishna’s death reflecting a higher truth, about evolution of monkey to man etc.
My own answers would be, Yes, there is a God who appears in different forms to different people at different times of civilization; since Hinduism recognizes the interconnectedness of all creatures, different manifestations of God are associated with different animal forms; yes Krishna is God as surely as the earth moves around the sun, and he lived on earth, born to Devaki in Mathura and brought up by Yasoda in Gokul and Brindavan, and when he grew up he was king of Dwaraka and showed himself to Arjuna as the Supreme One, and gave Arjuna and us the Bhagavad Gita.
Children need simple and reassuring answers; given that, in due time they will mature and understand the complexities of Hinduism. ..
It is a pragmatic necessity that it in order to keep our children informed and Hindu, we launch on such a project and be informative without being dogmatic.
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Camps should develop a sense of initiative, leadership and responsibility in campers. I would like to see activities that make young campers work under the direction of older campers. Pitching tents, collecting firewood, preparing food and cleaning up should be done mainly by the campers and not by adults…. My own view is that we tend to pamper our younger generation no end without giving them any of the responsibilities which the society in which we live normally gives to children.
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I am more convinced than ever that camps will do for our younger generation what the Sunday satsangs do for us, namely promote a sense of fellowship and the attitude of good-neighbourliness that is so essential especially during family crises such as illness and bereavement.
To the old adage that the family that prays together stays together, I would add that the family that plays together stays together. The Hindu Society family should ensure that our youngsters play and pray together, and camps are one of the ways of doing so.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
1970: Founding of the Hindu Society of Manitoba
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Still in 1967
Friday, January 20, 2012
1967 - My Newspaper Piece
Thursday, January 19, 2012
My First Writing Prize
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
My First Snowman or Rather My First Snowwoman
The next summer, the City repaved Grosvenor Avenue, and Michael spent the whole day everyday at the large window of our living room upstairs where he could get a clear view of the street. It never tired him, watching them dig up the road, throw gravel and roller it down, day after day till the asphalt was laid and dried. He had to be dragged down by his mother, "Michael wo bist du?" Where else but watching the machines and hard-hatted men on the street?
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
892 Grosvenor Avenue - 1967
Talking to Brent about it, he laughed. That, he said, in its heyday had about eighteen rooms, each with its own bathroom, some of which had gold-dipped faucets and fittings. Yes, it was once a busy place. And he laughed again. I did not catch on and he had to explain that it had been an upscale brothel in the past.
Dave Godfrey has an abstract and incomprehensible story that I love - The Hardheaded Collector. It is an elaborate metaphor looking at Canada in the centennial year of Confederation. Seven men start from Queen Charlotte Islands and move eastwards to work on a contract they have been given, and one drops off from the group in each province. The leader alone reaches the destination but he is told that the contract was valid only if all seven had reported for duty. At a metaphorical level, the idea is that a country whose parts do not work together cannot function. It is also about the rise of individualism and decline of the concept of collective good. The main features of each city they stop at are given - for Winnipeg it is mosquitoes and brothels, and the member who drops off in Winnipeg is delighted with the latter.
Speaking of some socialites and their pastimes, I soon found out that living on Wellington Crescent had its advantages. No one ever asked for an ID when we signed cheques that had our address on them - 608-250 Wellington Crescent - the name had its own status. However, a sociologist colleague who knew Winnipeg well told me that people of social standing lived west of Academy - those who lived east of Academy didn't count!
Dementia or was it poverty?
One of the few things I brought back with me was an Accounts Book of my mother’s. It had all kinds of details like the price of milk - of no earthly use one might say, but it gives one an idea of what life was like. Like, in my biography of C.V.Raman that has just come out, I have an anecdote of how he used to jokingly say he was born with a copper spoon in his mouth since his father earned the "princely sum" of ten rupees per month. But just how far would ten rupees have gone? may be a long way, considering a rupee had sixteen annas and each anna had twelve thambidis and the cost of many daily needs was in thambidis and not even in annas!
Monday, January 16, 2012
1966-1968
When trying to organize the posts in this blog, it makes sense to be chronological rather than thematic - I got carried away into thematic connections in the last post. So let me get back to 1966.
We drove our new car to the Assiniboine Park Zoo and I was amazed to see the peacocks and the tiger. The picture of the peacock was perhaps taken in the summer, for I don't suppose they dance in winter. But the tiger-photo was definitely taken the winter of 1966. I felt so sorry for this majestic tropical animal cooped up in the freezing cold of Winnipeg - until I found out that this is a Siberian tiger.
The Math department used to have parties very often, where the faculty and their spouses just got together and socialized. It was just fun to get together and so we did. It was a small department at the time. P was the only one from India. But that would soon change. His presence must have assured the Head that people from India are very good, and we had a flood of people from India joining the Math department in the next two or three years. Among them were R. Venkataraman, R. Padmanabhan, P. Shivakumar, Kanta Gupta (all of whom still live in Winnipeg) and Narain Gupta (1936-2008), and one Dr. Gandhi who stayed only for one or two years but whom I remember.
I remember him because he and his wife provided me with the first experience of the overcrowded dinner parties that became the norm in the community once people bought their own houses. But this was in his apartment. He invited the whole department crowd plus other non-department friends to celebrate his child's birthday. There were about fifteen different dishes on the table, and about thirty people crammed into a small space!
There was another Indian in the Statistics department in addition to Sapan Sinha - Kocherlakota Subrahmaniam (1935-2009). Both he and his wife Kathleen (Kathy) were on the faculty. Perhaps they came the same year I did but I remember that Kathy and I used to have telephone conversations almost every day during my second year in Winnipeg, about totally inconsequential things and some important decisions as well. They came from the U.S. and they returned to the U.S. after retirement, perhaps because both their sons were in the U.S.
A good thing that happened that first year was that I discovered the Winnipeg Badminton Club. I forget how I did that but it was great that I did - remember I was not working, and beautiful as the view from the apartment was, there is just so much of snow on the streets and ice on the river that one can watch.
Winnipeg Badminton Club was on River Avenue, not at all far from our apartment. I had been a badminton player representing my college in my undergraduate days, and it was good to get back to the sport. The women's badminton group met every Wednesday and my level was of play was good enough to earn some respect from the other women. Richard was our pro. (Imagine my surprise when his daughter was in one of my classes many years later!!
I made some friends at the Badminton Club, and Marianne Hildes especially became a good friend - she lived in River Heights and gave me a ride to and from the Club, and sharing car-rides is a great way of building friendships.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
1972 - MEERA, written for Rubena Sinha's production
Mohan Thawani, Vijay Prasad, Sheela and Neena Maniar, Pamela Sinha and Indu Venkataraman were child Krishna’s friends. The gopis were Aruna Augamiya, Ratna Bose, Sandhya Desai, Usha Desai, Kala Dholakia and Ray Manthie.
On the sitar was Kalpana Mitra, who has been one of our major artistes all these years.
Many of the main episodes in Krishna's life were depicted as Meera's thoughts and words as she waits for Krishna. Thus there were two Meeras on stage, Sydney Stewart sitting on stage left throughout with the spotlight on her only between scenes, and Ruby emerging from behind her to dance.
I invite Comments on where the individuals mentioned above are now and relevant details about them or about similar events.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Anand Thawani
Another person we met soon after coming to Winnipeg was Anand Thawani. He was a man with many ideas and the initiative to act on them. I recall that our first meeting did not go all that well - it might have been during the week we were looking for an apartment. Knowing he lived downtown and on the University bus route, we thought it might be a good idea to see his apartment, and he had said we could drop in any time. So we went one evening, but it was precisely during the hour Peyton Place was on TV and his wife excused herself, saying she had to watch the show. This was before the tape-and-watch-later technology and so if you missed an episode you could never see it again. We made some casual conversation and left after a few minutes. However, later I had many interesting interactions with him, and he was indeed a man of action and through the 1970s, he contributed to the community in various ways.
He was an engineering contractor by profession and he was the first in Winnipeg to initiate the own-your-own-apartment concept. Popular in India, the condominium concept was unknown in Winnipeg, until he built an apartment complex on Corydon Avenue. Community-minded that he was, he reserved two suites on the ground floor for community use. One was to encourage people from the East Indian community to have prayer meetings (in their own religion, whether it was Hindu, Muslim or Christian.) This was a broad-minded concept at a time when there were no temples, gurudwaras or mosques in Winnipeg and he must be given credit. I recall going there for Hindu observances, and just the other day a friend recalled how they had the Bengali Sarawati-puja celebrations in that apartment.
The building was named Thawani Towers because, as I recall, the premier Duff Roblin insisted it should be named after the man who had brought the concept to Winnipeg. We need more buildings and plaques that carry names of members of our community - it is an honour to both the smaller community for having one of its members recognized and the larger community for recognizing our contributions. Sadly, however, sometime in the 1980s the board that ran the condominium decided to change the name and so Mr. Thawani's name got obliterated from the only building in Winnipeg that carried an Indo-Canadian name.
Mr. Thawani was also the first to initiate a television show on the community channel - VPW Channel 9, located on Gertrude Street near crazy corner as the intersection of Pembina, Corydon and Osborne is called. His show was called Friends of India, and he asked me to be host of the show once a month. This was around 1978, and the next year I started my own show - PALI (Performing Arts and Literatures of India.)
Mr. Thawani died in 1991. His wife, Leila, died on January 5, 2011 at the age of 85. The obituary had a detail that I did not know - she was one of a family of fourteen children, and she came to Winnipeg as an M.D.
Friday, January 13, 2012
September 26, 1966
Arrival in Winnipeg
Introduction:
I am Uma Parameswaran. I plan to use this blogsite to record the early history of Indo-Canadians in Manitoba through a narration of my own experiences and memories of people and events of the era 1965-1985. It will start as a record of my own memories and works but I invite readers to comment on their memories of the people and events of those times so that the repertoire of our memories will expand the historical content. All the writing is mine but my technical assistant is my daughter, Raji, who will help upload texts and pictures.
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My husband and I arrived in Winnipeg on Friday, 23rd of September, 1966. He had been appointed Associate Professor in the Department of Mathematics and we had flown from India to Montreal and on to Winnipeg. We were met at the airport by Professor Roy Dowling. He brought greetings and regrets from the Head of the Department, Nathan Mendelsohn, who could not come in person because it was Rosh Hashanah. Roy drove us downtown to Gordon Downtowner Motor Hotel on Ellice Avenue. Having made sure we were comfortably settled, he bid goodnight saying he would see us again on Monday morning and drive us to the University. It was already evening, and so we went to bed early for we had been on the road as it were for about thirty six hours.
There are gaps to be filled. I recall hearing from him that he was a child when he fled Burma, but since the Burma exodus was during the second world war, it would make him in his thirties. He would have been a child during the first world war, but Burma was not a site during that war.
There could have been another major disturbance in Burma that drove Indians to flee back to India.