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Bhagnari Migrations and our Saraiki Boli…

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BHAGNARI HISTORY

Realize:

·         That our parents and Grand Parents have endeavored 3 migration/ settlements during the period of no transportation and no communication facility, each transition made them more determined to save our generations.

·         Their tolerance can be realised by comparing their plight with the present migration of the migrant labour from metro towns, almost all of us had moist eyes seeing the plight of migrants during modern times when best of transport and communication are available.

·         That our elders have sacrificed almost everything for our comforts.

·         That in case the Shree Bhagnari Panchayat was not existing, we all would have been scattered like the dry leaves to be trampled and dusted.

Sabhi Bhagnaryen ku venti hey ke wo sab hi lekh ku ant tai padan.

Ya aakhani apne niyat di itihas hive.  

Bhagnari in Baluchistan

Indian State Baluchistan became part of Pakistan post-independence.

As per the available information, our traces are found from the Aryans of the Indus valley civilization. Based on this it is estimated our race is more than forty thousand years in existence.

Apart from being ruled by Mughals, Marathas and Durrani Dynasty, the British Company ruled Baluchistan till 1947.

The Kalat Division in Sibi District, was ruled by the Sewa Dynasty, a Hindu Suzerainty till the 7th century.

Kalat is still known as Kalat-I-Sewa, the Name is derived from the Hindu Royalty Sewi, the queen of Sewa dynasty

It’s interesting that the Nari River is in the Sibi district and the popular Bovine breed is known as Bhagnari breed. It is one of the finest breeds in the world and is in great demand.

Bhag and Nari River are separated by distance of 165 km. Nari River is existing, but there is no village known as Nari in the nearby surroundings of the river.

BHAG – NARI

We Bhagnaris belong to Quetta. We are not from Multan as many Saraikis,

Bhag is a Tehsil city in Quetta. It is very vibrant and is a very inclusive city.

Quetta is 960 km from Sindh and Punjab Divisions. The train travels through Sukhur, Jacobabad and Chaman to reach Quetta. It is said that the travel to Baluchistan by rail from Sindh and Punjab is amazingly beautiful.

Many Hindus are settled peacefully in Quetta. Most of them are in trading activities.

Hindu Temples are well preserved and large numbers of Hindus gather to pray and celebrate Hindu as well the local festivals. The Jhulelal temple is frequently visited by Sindhi population in Quetta.

Saraiki Spoken Language

Saraiki People

As per the records around 3 million people speak Saraiki boli.

Pakistan has maximum number of people who speak Saraiki.

Many Saraiki speaking Hindus migrated to India from Punjab, Multan, Sindh and Baluchistan – they are mostly spread across Delhi, Haryana, Punjab, Rajasthan and some in Gujarat and Uttarakhand too. A few are found in Andhra Pradesh and Telangana states as per the recent revelation.

Saraiki Muslims of Gujarat believe in the Gotra System, which is believed by all Hindus.

Internationally Saraiki speaking families are found in UK, Canada, USA, Iraq, Iran and a small population is in Russia too.

In London alone, 4 lakh people speak Saraiki language.

To know who are Saraiki people, click on the following link to see the documentary video:

https://youtu.be/B-TspZjnK6E

Migration from Quetta to Karachi

Many stories are heard by us about the migration of our community from Quetta to Karachi; some say that we moved out of Quetta due to the earthquake which devastated the region and our community.

The earthquake happened on 31st May 1935, by the logic of 1935 it may mean that we lived in Karachi only for 12 years till 1947.

The British Company took over Baluchistan from the Durrani Dynasty in 1855. The forced conversions, Muslims persecution and desire for betterment made us migrate to Karachi in and around 1855 to 1870.

The time frame of 1855 to 1870 is suggested based on the assumption that a Bhagnari person was born in Karachi in and around 1870 and lived for 75 years thereafter till 1947.

By above details we can safely assume Bhagnaris lived in Karachi for 75 to 90 years before we came to Bombay.

(One of our youngsters Sahil  Mehta is researching the origin of our community professionally as such the dates calculated by him will be accepted by me.)

Migration to India

Most of Bhagnaris moved from Karachi in 1947 – 48 period, a few remained in Karachi till 1953 – 55 period and moved to India later.

Fortunately, Bhagnaris were not scattered in Karachi, most of us were in the identifiable distances and the contact within the community was very strong and our Shree Bhagnari Panchayat was fully operational from 1930 onwards.

The active and dynamic Panchayat was a very strong and cohesive body.

Mukhi Takandas Kataria was in constant communication with the Indian Government for seeking relief and help on arrival in India. The appeals were never replied, hence the community leaders decided to move on their own strength to India

(I had received the copies of Shri Takandas Kataria’s communication with the Government of India and also with PM Jawaharlal Nehru from Late Shri Sobhraj Gehi while I was engaged with him during the times of being office bearer of Kataria Colony. The copies were handed over to Sarvashree Vinod S Jham and Ramesh I Poplay sometimes during 2014-15)

As Shri Takandas Kataria had his business in Bombay prior to 1947 his family was settled in Kataria Niwas in Mahim.

Most of the migration of the community concluded in 1947-1948.

Kataria colony was conceived in 1950 and by 1974 a large number of Bhagnaris were residing in Kataria colony.

Kataria Colony has been a very lucky abode for us, from where our people have grown and spread across the world. Most of the families were growing well and were on upward trajectory.

Suggestive ways to remain together for ever

We Bhagnaris are not Sindhis. We need to be recognised as Saraiki Bhagnaris.

By all the information gathered, I can be sure in stating that we are Saraiki speaking sect- known as BHAGNARIS. 

We have decided to be called Sindhis during our stay in Karachi to avoid isolation. There may have been many other valid reasons for doing so.

Now from the day we realise that we have unique identity of our own we should correct the wrong notion by energising Bhagnaris to adopt our heritage and be counted as Saraiki Bhagnari.

This part of prose is suggestive where we are discussing the ways and means to get ourselves recognized as Saraiki Bhagnari the world over.

Harnessing our people internationally will culminate in preserving our heritage, which will become a landmark achievement of all of us.

There are 6 lakh Saraiki speaking people in India. Bhagnaris are not included in the count as we offer ourselves as Sindhis during the census.

We should prepare our folks all over the world to be specifically recognized as Saraiki Bhagnari by the authorities, during the process of the CENSUS.

Collective Identity

Every religion is identified by a) Their Attire b) Their language c) Their food d) Their History and e) Their folk Dance and Music

For example Sikhs, Muslims, Gujarati, Parsi, Bori and many others are recognised instantly due to the virtues of the above factors. The uniqueness creates the individual or collective identity.

Fortunately, Bhagnari history has the record of many of the above elements which gives us identity, just as it has given to many communities described above.

Our community has been able to preserve the language, food species and history but has missed out on the attire and the dance and music which play a very vital role in bonding our people.

Bhangra, Gharba, Ghoomar, Kaththak, Odissi and many other forms of dance instantly connect us to the communities who perform these art forms.

Resurrect the Attire and the Dance–Music form

Saraiki Ajrak

The Saraiki AJRAK is kind of a unisex scarf / Chunni which is worn by the Saraikis all over the world, in fact a Saraiki Association in California uses the print style of the Saraiki Ajrak on their logo.

We should adopt the Ajrak and adorn ourselves during the occasions and travel to be recognised by  the attire.

Saraiki dance and music form is alive, which can be easily practised and adopted by Bhagnaris to be performed during the celebrations internationally.

Once the initial mobilisation commences the destiny walks half the distance of success, leaving us to tread the rest to preserve our culture and identity.

Prakash Harkishindas Gehani

The Author

Letters from Karachi

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Migration from Karachi to Mumbai and various parts of India was painful to say the least. This pain is clearly reflected in the correspondence that our elder leaders Mukhi Takandas Kataria and Shri Sobhraj Gehi, took up with the authorities in 1948. Most of our community members had left Karachi by then but there was still a sizable number of approx. 500 who had held themselves back to sale their properties and close down their businesses. The events of 6th January 1948 when wide-spread arson, looting and killing took place in Karachi, however, shook up everyone. Following these events the community’s elders ensured that the remaining members of the community were migrated without much problem.

These letters have been preserved by the community through the generations and are being reproduced here for everyone to get an idea about the pains of migration that our community endured. Shree Bhagnari Panchayat would like to thank Prakash Gehani who handed over these priceless gems to the Panchayat after obtaining them from Shri Sobhraj Gehi.

PS: The letters have been reproduced without making any changes.

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PETITION FROM SHRI TAKANDAS KATARIA, PRESIDENT, BHAGNARI PANCHAYAT, KARACHI TO THE HIGH COMMISSIONER OF INDIA IN PAKISTAN

Illaco Building

Elphinston Street, Camp,

Karachi,

15th January 1948

To,

THE HIGH COMMISSIONER FOR INDIA IN PAKISTAN

KARACHI

The humble Petition of Takandas Hemraj Kataria, President of the Bhagnari Panchayat, Karachi.

Sheweth:-

1. Your petitioner is the President of the Bhagnari Panchayat of Karachi. The said community had about 2500 persons who all resided in Karachi since some generations.

2. After the fateful events of the partition of India into two independent Dominions of ‘Pakistan’ and ‘Hindustan’, on 15th of August 1947, a large number of persons of your petitioner’s community, who were otherwise residing and owning properties and had their occupations in Karachi, did not consider it worthwhile to continue to remain here. Most of them therefore left for Bombay and some are still there.

3. The remaining members of the community of your petitioner, who for reasons beyond their control and as a result of diverse business and other engagements, could not leave the dominion of Pakistan, intended to remain here for some short time, till it became convenient for them to go out of it. They, however, at no time intended to make Pakistan as their permanent home. They have all along been anxious to leave as soon as the circumstances permitted them to do so.

4. The only persons who are now in Karachi are about 500. Of them about 300 are adults and about 200 are children between the ages of 3 and all years. It is not necessary to mention the number of children under the age of 3 years.

5. you are well aware the sudden and serious catastrophe which took place on 6th of January 1948 when lawlessness was prevalent in the whole City of Karachi. Some members of your petitioner’s community have also become victims of the looting, etc.

6. These incidents, the details of which are better known to you, and have been appearing in the local vernacular newspapers, have made it impossible for the members of your Petitioner’s community who have so long remained in Karachi, to continue to remain any longer here. They are extremely anxious to leave Karachi at the earliest possible opportunity. They have already suffered at the hands of the hooligans and apprehending serious danger to their life, property and honour. They have been passing extremely anxious times, particularly so, when most of them are residing and owning properties in Bhagnari Street, a part of Napier Quarter, which is considered to be the worst dangerous zone in whole of the City of Karachi, having been surrounded on all sides by such quarters from which at any unforeseen moment a catastrophe in a more virulent form may suddenly emerge and revive. Their apprehensions are aggravated by the general impressions which day by day has been gaining ground in the public mind that such lawlessness is bound to take place again in the near future.

7. It may be mentioned here that had it not been for the neighbourly spirit displayed by some of the newly migrated Muslims from outside who have bought properties in this part of the City and had it not been for their timely help and co-operation to afford protection to the members of your Petitioner’s community, there would have been many instances of murders as well.

8. The members of your Petitioner’s community desire under the circumstances to leave for Bombay where most of their relatives are now residing.

9. Your Petitioner under the circumstances suggests that out of the persons of this community now in Karachi a batch of about 400 persons may be arranged to be transported by the earliest Steamer sailing for Bombay and rest of them may be sent after a fortnight.

10. Your Petitioner begs to approach you with a request that you will be pleased to make the necessary arrangement for the transport of the members of his community and will secure them the necessary passage from the steamship company, and permits, if any, required for their going out, to enable them to leave Pakistan. Of course, your Petitioner undertakes to pay for the passage of such persons.

11. Your Petitioner also requests that in order to protect the members of his community from unnecessary harassment, by unduly harsh, improper and unreasonable searches, you will be pleased to make such arrangements for them as you consider proper and if necessary, have the searches conducted in your presence or in the presence of the Deputy High Commissioner of India in Pakistan.

12. And your Petitioner and the members of the community shall ever pray.

Your Petitioner subscribes

himself to be,

Your most obedient servant

President,

The Bhagnari Panchayat, Karachi.

TELEGRAM FROM SHRI SOBRAJ GEHI, HON SECRETARY OF BHAGNARI PANCHAYAT, KARACHI TO PANDIT JAVAHARLAL NEHRU

EXPRESS TELEGRAM

20TH JANUARY 1948

PANDIT JAVAHARLAL NEHRU

NEW DELHI

Copies to:

1. SARDAR VALLABH BHAI PATEL, NEW DELHI

2. BABU RAJENDRA PRASAD, NEW DELHI

3. JAIRAMDAS DOULATRAM, NEW DELHI

4. ACHARYA KIRPALANI, NEW DELHI (India)

PRESIDENT                         BHAGNARI

PANCHAYAT                       MADE

REPRESENTATION            ON

FIFTEENTH                         JANUARY

TO                                        HIGH

COMMISSIONER               FOR

IMMEDIATE                       EVACUATION

MEMBERS                          BHAGNARI

COMMUNITY                    RESIDING

QUARTERS                         APPREHENDING

DANGER                             STOP

SOME                                  LOOTED

IN                                         RECENT

RIOTS                                  STOP

EXTREMELY                       ANXIOUS

LEAVE                                  KARACHI

STOP                                    HIGH

COMMISSIONER               OFFICE

PAYING                               NO

ATTENTION                       STOP

PRAY                                    INSTRUCT

HIGH                                    COMMISSIONER

FOR                                      FREE

TICKETS                              AND

IMMEDIATE                       ARRANGEMENT

EVACUATION                    STOP

REPLY                                  TELEGRAPHICALLY

SECRETARY                        BHAGNARI

PANCHAYAT

BHAGNARI                         STREET

KARACHI

Signature

and

Address of

Sender

From the Secretary

Bhagnari Panchayat,

Bhagnari Street, Karachi

20.1.1948

LETTER FROM SHRI SOBRAJ GEHI, HON JOINT SECRETARY OF BHAGNARI PANCHAYAT, KARACHI TO NEW DELHI

From,

Bhagnari Street

Napier Quarter

Karachi.

22nd January 1948

To,

(No address mentioned)

New Delhi (India)

Jai Hind,

On behalf of the Bhagnari Panchayat of Karachi, I venture to submit as under:-

On 15th of January 1948, the President of the Bhagnari Panchayat of Karachi, submitted in writing, a memorial to the High Commissioner for India in Pakistan, describing the various circumstances necessitating an arrangement for early and immediate evacuation from Karachi, of the members of the said community. A copy of the said memorial is hereto annexed marked “A” for your perusal.

The causes, inter alia, which led to the making of the said memorial, were that certain members of this community had become victims of the recent disturbances which broke out at Karachi and that they were residing in a quarter which was not considered to be a place of safety for them, and that they were apprehending grave danger to their life, property and honour.

Between the 15th and 19th of January 1948, the representatives of this community, several times called at the office of the High Commissioner to know what had become of their memorial. They, however, met with no better reply than that no orders had been passed on it.

On 19th January 1948, when the President and some members of my community called at the office of the High Commissioner, they were asked to see Mr. Masand, an attaché to the Deputy High Commissioner. They were given to understand that their papers were lying on the table of Masand without any orders having been passed on them. They then saw Mr Masand, who unceremoniously dismissed them by saying that the High Commissioner had laid down definite policy of giving preference to the persons in refugee camps. Mr Masand refused to consider the circumstances narrated in the memorial submitted on behalf of my community. In other words, he said that that no reasons howsoever strong would weigh with the High Commissioner to deviate from the policy laid down by him.

In this connection, I respectfully submit that this reply from the office of the High Commissioner for India in Pakistan was not proper. In fairness to my community, the papers should have been put up before the High Commissioner and his attention drawn to the various matters contained in it.

I have no doubt that it could not be the policy of the High Commissioner not to consider the merits and demerits of the matter. Nor could it be the policy of the High Commissioner not to arrange for immediate evacuation of people who may be apprehending genuine serious danger to their life, property and honour and to make them lie in the constant danger and make no arrangement for them until they are actually murdered, and looted if the lawlessness happened to revive again.

My community has however received no reply from the High Commissioner except that its representatives were told by Mr Masand that they should see him again on 28th instant.

I am directed by my community to lay a special stress on the fact that most of them are at present residing in a quarter here in which they consider their life, property and honour may be endangered if the lawlessness reives again.

My community therefore sent telegrams to you. A copy of the said telegram is hereto annexed marked “B’. To this no reply has been received.

I therefore request that you will please direct by a telegram the High Commissioner for India in Pakistan to make immediate arrangement for evacuation of the members of my community whose apprehension of constant danger is causing serious strain on their nerves and it is apprehended that some of them might die of this fear, a sudden and premature death.

Jai Hind.

Your humble servant

Honorary Joint Secretary

Bhagnari Panchayat

Bhagnari Street

Napier Quarter

Karachi

Enclosures:

  1. Copy of memorial
  2. Copy of telegram

LETTER FROM SHRI SOBRAJ GEHI, HON JOINT SECRETARY OF BHAGNARI PANCHAYAT, KARACHI TO THE MEMBER OF THE EXODUC COMMITTEE

Karachi

22nd January 1948

To,

Chandrasen S Jetley Esquire

Member of the Exodus Committee

Karachi

Dear Sir,

I enclose herewith copies of the memorial submitted to the High Commissioner for India in Pakistan and of the telegrams sent to various prominent persons at Delhi.

From the perusal of the said copies, it will be obvious to you that the members of my community are passing time in Pakistan dominion in restlessness and apprehension. It will not be exaggeration to say that every hour they are passing here, is full of anxiety and worry causing great strain on their nerves. They apprehend that this may bring about sudden and premature death of some members of my community, particularly when most of them are residing in a quarter where danger to their life, property and honour is imminent.

I am therefore directed to request that you will be good enough to persuade your committee to make an early arrangement for the members of my community going out of Karachi and for this purpose will give preference to them over other communities in the matter of issuing tickets, etc.

I hope you will realise the reasonableness of this request. Thanking you.

Yours faithfully

Honorary Joint Secretary

Bhagnari Panchayat, Karachi

Promise God, your Earth’s resources will not be misused

Nowadays the only news we hear and read is about the virus and the impact it has on our lives both emotionally and economically.  And the conclusion is that we humans are responsible for this pandemic because I read in an article that The world is heading for an “ecological credit crunch” far worse than the current financial crisis because humans are over-using the natural resources of the planet Earth.

The Living Planet report calculates that humans are using 30% more resources than the Earth can replenish each year, which is leading to deforestation, degraded soils, polluted air and water, and etc etc. That is the sorry state of affairs at the moment. Since we are to blame for this pandemic..whom can we blame ?

They say this is Gods way of showing us that we are responsible for our own actions..so we have to find a way out of this predicament. Absolutely true and we are trying. 

 God created this beautiful masterpiece called “EARTH” on a largest canvas that none can even imagine. Even the most famous painters like Leonardo Da Vinci.. Pablo Picasso.. Vincent Van Gogh….Rembrandt.. can not equal Gods creation which he lovingly painted for us HUMANS.. the beautiful snow peaked mountains.. the sea ..the rivers..greenery…forests.. the beautiful Sun which is like a huge ball of fire shining in all its glory and heralding a new day every day..the beautiful picturesque sunset..and then  the pitch black velvety nite with the silvery moon which is like a huge chandelier surrounded by the twinkling stars which are like small lanterns in the sky. The sheer beauty of this planet is so awe inspiring that no painter can do justice to it.  Unfortunately God created this beautiful world but he also created humans…and as we all know humans are bound to err.   We have been selfish and destroyed and tarnished this beautiful masterpiece created by God. Now it is our turn to make amends.

We all have expectations..infact that is our greatest flaw ..we expect too much . When we are young we expect our parents to provide us with all the luxuries  that others have and maybe our parents cannot fulfill all our demands due to lack of resources,that annoys us and many even rebel.  Then we have expectations from our friends and colleagues.. expectations from our siblings.the list goes on and on. We humans always have expectations which when not fulfilled leaves us dissatisfied with life ..eventually leading us sometimes into depression and mental trauma and serious health issues. Why can’t we learn Acceptance ?   Expectation they say is the greatest  heartache whereas acceptance is mental peace and joy. So we should lower our expectations  and the day we do that we will all be in a happier place.

Even now in this grave situation our expectations are from God  the Almighty ..but that I think is absolutely fine as God is the only one whom we can turn to when we feel that nothing else can work for us and then only the Almighty can save us.  So now we once again turn to God for help and I am sure He will help us provided we all do our bit to rectify our mistakes and make Earth a better place to live in.

So please God wave your magic wand and with one swish just make everything normal again…let us get up one fine day and  see the world in all it’s glorious beauty and think that we have seen a nightmare which we never would like to see again.

Meanwhile we should all take utmost care of this great creation of God and never be greedy and misuse its resources…I am sure with all our unified prayers and the entire world coming together as one force God will definetly listen to our pleas.And soon we will wake up in the morning to a new dawn.

Till then just pray and  know that God is there for us.

The Common Cons and Don’t s to keep yourself safe in the cyber World

the online era brought with itself a lot of benefits and advantages to this world and gave this a biggest shift in the realm of technology.

The developments in this world of technology took us one step closer to the online world with the help of platforms such as Facebook, twitter and instagram and the introduction of smartphones acted like an icing on the cake.

With so many boons came in the dark fear of online viruses in the form of scamsters, fraudsters, hackers who target our personal virtual profiles to deplete us of all the possible online information we possess.

So the larger question is do we stop using the services? is that a permanent solution? Or do we need to learn the precautions to keep ourselves safe?

The answer would be that with every pro there comes a con and thereby is a a list of cons whose causes and solutions are explained further :

  1. Easy Security : it is a general trend to keep passwords or security related answers related to one’s own personal information i.e date of birth, name of children, parents or a combination of both which is the first and easy target of any hacker
  2. Phishing : in this method the hacker sends a link and a website address which looks identically similar to an actual website which is used to capture all the real information and then target the source system of the user
  3. Cloning : the victim usually get calls and sms wherein the hacker tries to falsify the victim into a conversation and try to extract Information from a person to loot the victim
  4. Malware and Ransomware : victims in this scenario usually get a link or an update prompt on their phone or the computer which is a program built to give all the information to the hacker entered by us into the sites or portals we access
  5. Fake SMSes : this is the source of fake links which go back to point 2 and 4, the messages received are so genuine where the victim cannot make the difference and gets trapped in the web of the hacker
  6. The latest Bitcoin Email scam : Lately Bitcoin has been the trend in the market because of its appreciating value and this has become a new tool for cheating people, the hacker in this case sends a mail to the victim reflecting a password which was used by the victim several years ago and falsifying facts about possessing some intimate videos of the victim which in reality doesn’t even exist, the victim thereby is asked to pay the amount via bitcoin which is not backed by any regulatory and no laws governing bitcoin, which can never be recovered if paid.

Let us now look at the solutions to the above problems :

  1. Keep strong passwords with random characters which should not be related in any form
  2. Use an antivirus or a spam checker in your mobile and computer
  3. Do not click links from unknown sender’s verify the facts by searching on google and contacting your financial service provider
  4. Never share your details with anyone, including family members
  5. Do not panic when you receive such messages, emails and calls be calm and verify the authenticity of such communications
  6. Use incongnito mode on your web browser to perform your financial transactions
  7. Do not use public wifi networks for any transaction or financial management.
  8. Do not leave any account dormant or unchecked for a long time.

so in a conclusion the online world has its own pros and cons and thereby the safety lies in our hands, I.e. wise, ethical and smart use of technology

Himmat by Deepa (Laji) Bhagnari

Zindagi veeraan si lagne lagi hai
Man mein udhaasi ghar kar gayi hai
Kal kya hoga, yeh sab ka sawal hai
Lekin shayad jawab kissi ke paas nahin hai

Asha ka ek deepak hum sabne jalaake rakha hai
Is deepak ko hum kabhi na bujne denge
Yeh iraada humara mazboot hai
Yeh baazi hum sab jeet kar dikhayenge

Kal phir ek naya din aayega
Uske suraj ki kirnon se sara jahaan jagmayega
Har taraf hariyali hogi
Khushi ki ek lehar hogi

Tab tak hum sab himmat na haarenge
Is virus ka dath kar muqabala karenge
Itihas ne hamein sikhaya hai
Himmat se aaage badhna hi humaari taakat hai

Us din ka besabri se intezar hai
Hum apne desh apnon ko milne aayenge
Apni maa ..apni beti..bhai behnon aur doston koh gale lagayenge
Haan hum zaroor aayenge
Ishwar se humne vaada Iiya hai

Devibai Mehta – The “Can Do” Lady!

Written by Kiran Mehta Luthra and Amrit Kishore Mehta with inputs from Devibai’s brother Lachu Gehi, President, Shree Bhagnari Panchayat

All lives should be celebrated. Most leave footprints in the sand, only to be washed away by the changing tides of time. Some, on the other hand, leave large indelible prints; paths that future generations emulate and follow.

This is a story about Devibai Mehta, a nurturing mother, a doting grandmother, a courageous woman, a pioneer, a stalwart, and a lifelong inspiration to her children and grandchildren. By sharing her story, we hope she leaves a lasting impact on future generations of the Bhagnari Community, as she has with her family.

Devibai Gehi was the daughter of Shri Ghanshamdas Gehi, featured in the May 28th 2020 story. During her teens, she was married to Jethanand Mehta, who belonged to a wealthy Raisahib family in Karachi. Together they had 4 children – Sunder, Ram, Pushpa, Kishore. It was meant to be a well-scripted, perfect life.

But then life happens while you are busy making other plans. As things turned out, she found herself fleeing Karachi with her 4 children during partition. She landed in Bombay at the age of 28, only to realize that her husband had no intention of joining them. She found herself in a circumstance nobody wants to be in – poor, penniless, unemployable, and with a responsibility to care for four young lives all by herself. She was a single mom before the term “single mom” was ever invented. Devibai then proceeded to do what she does best; actions that exemplified the rest of her life.

Her first priority was to earn a living. She had barely finished grade 4 schooling, enough to make her fluent in Gurmukhi. She was adept at embroidery and stitching. So, she started soliciting orders from the community, and stitching clothes/accessories with her sewing machine. Little by little, she started to earn enough to feed and educate her children. People still comment on her amazing seamstress skills. Her sewing machine was a permanent fixture in her bedroom till she died.

Devibai with her children

Her next priority was education. She was determined that her children continue schooling in India. Sunder was admitted to the Sind Model High School, and Ram & Kishore went to St. Michael’s High School. Sunder, being the eldest, made significant sacrifices by working during his teenage years to earn an income to support the family. He was one of the first Bhagnaris to seek employment in Dubai in the 1960s. He was affectionately known as Maama by all those who followed him in Dubai (we will write more about him in a subsequent article). His sacrifices allowed Kishore and Ram to earn their Engineering degrees, and subsequently study in the UK.

Devibai with her son Kishore’s family

Her emphasis on education has permeated to her grandchildren and great grandchildren – several have Master’s degrees, were educated abroad and live/work in India, UAE, UK, US and Canada. None of this would have been possible if Devibai had not made education a key priority in the midst of what was a hopeless situation. Although she never earned a formal education herself, she was wise beyond words, knowing that her family’s best path out of poverty was a good education. To this day, when future generations of Mehtas get together, they reflect Devibai’s values. They talk incessantly about the value of education above everything else, and share stories about their children’s academic pursuits.

Devibai smiling…

Devibai had several other amazing human qualities that made her a pioneer – one of the female leaders in the Bhagnari Community. She was affectionately known as “Jhansi Ki Rani” by her father. She was a Warrior, the Can and Will Do Lady, Our Iron Lady.

Every morning she would read the Sukhmani. It was her time to renew her faith, to regain her will and mental composure, in the midst of a life filled with constant turmoil. It kept her grounded and resolute, always believing that no matter how bad things were, they could always get better. At her core, she was an optimist, and very little fazed her. Later in life when her family would go through challenges, she would often say, “Go to bed, get a good night’s sleep, tomorrow will be better, and we will deal with whatever comes our way.” They have lived with this advice for the rest of their lives.

She doted on her grandchildren. There were always warm hugs at all times of the day. When you woke in the morning, she would pause from reading her Sukhmani, run her hands over your head, planting a kiss on your cheek, and blessing you with the best the Universe had to offer. Despite getting very less, she always had lots to give. It takes a very magnanimous, larger-than-life person to transcend circumstances, to rise above them, and in the process generate enough selfless love to give others. She proved, through her actions, that unconditional love has the power to overcome fear, hate, anger and other negative emotions.

She wasn’t a nurse by profession, but certainly acted like one when needed. Jaundice had spread in Bombay, and two of her grandchildren suffered from it. Different oil free recipes were churned out by her along with a daily dosage of Liv 52, and gallons of sugarcane juice with ginger. She would run to the sugarcane vendor to get fresh juice daily. She cured her grandchildren much to the surprise of Dr Rajani who shook his head in disbelief. When they had numerous falls while playing, often coming home with a bruised & bloodied knee, she was quick to apply “patti” with cream and antiseptic. In no time, they were up and running again. And then there was always “makhi brandy” when they got a cold.

Later in life, when Jethanand (who then lived in the US with his new family) suffered an acid attack requiring multiple surgeries, he traveled to Bombay to be nursed back to health by Devibai. How she did it no one knows. One can put it down to her innate ability to care for another human, to heal, to put her anger or animosity aside, and to do what was needed of her at the time.

But she was no pushover or doormat. One would be wrong to mistake her compassion for weakness. On the contrary, she embodied tough love and hated whining or complaining. She was determined to overcome, especially when challenged. When told by some people that her kids were not worthy of earning a degree, she made it her life’s mission to make it possible, as if to prove that she was capable of mapping her own destiny. No one was going to dictate what was possible; only she did!

Now for some colourful anecdotes about Devibai as narrated by her grandchildren:

  • Summer holidays were filled with muddy games at the beach, visits to the bookseller for Amar Chitra Katha comics, and trips to various gardens in Bombay with her – Booto Garden (Hanging Garden), Elephant Garden (Charni Road), Aeroplane Garden (Juhu), Gateway of India, and the list was endless.
  • Songs of unrequited love played on her Bush transistor as she lay next to us in the heavy stillness of the afternoons or wet chilly nights. She would suddenly open her eyes from deep slumber if a Dev Anand song played, she instantly gave us a history of the song and how she ran away from school to watch a Dev Anand movie. She took a Calmpose pill at 10pm every night, and the radio kept going. We would gently turn the radio off, switch off the lights as we watched her in deep slumber.
  • She would often take us to the Sitladevi temple or Gurdwara opposite Random Colony in the evenings where all her friends would pray, then gather to discuss the best gossip stories. As Kiran imitated various characters, Sita Maa, Kishin Maa and Gugleh Maa would burst into vicious chuckles and giggles till the Pundit would fume and remind them they had to sing a few bhajans to bury their gossipy sins. She was also the team leader of the Anarkalis gang. They would meet at Shivaji Park beach for sukha bhel and gossip sessions, while her grandchildren played in the sand with their toys.
  • There were several visits with her to her sisters’ homes to mingle and connect with extended family. Devibai’s brothers and sisters – Ganga, Shanti, Dodo, Lachu, Mukhra, Rama – formed a support system she relied on through daily phone calls and visits. They were by her side during her most vulnerable years.
  • One of her pet passions was food. Memories of her Saffron, Rose and Pista Sherbet bottles remain fixed in our minds. Her freshly-baked nankhatais were to die for. Her ghee dripping chapati, Borri Roti, Macchii Dodha, Kara Prasad were the best we had ever tasted, to name just a few. Pooja remembers summers making pickle, vadi, papad, and kachri with her. She was assigned the task of grinding the seyal masala, a recipe she eventually memorized. Visits to the City Light market with “dadhi” were always entertaining, especially the haggling with the “bhaiya” about the price of “Paaplet” (Pomfret), her favourite fish. And yes, he did get his money and a sagra mua comment at the end.

Devibai died in 2007 at the age of 87. During her final months, her grandsons Haresh and Manoj visited her often, taking good care of their dear “Naani”.

Other grandchildren who were overseas also paid their visits. Kiran would travel often during her last three difficult months when she was bedridden. Silently for her, it was payback time for all that her grandmother had done. During Kiran’s last trip, Devibai chided her not to come back again as there would be no need. She passed away the next morning.

Around the same time, Amrit was in Bombay to see her, and the night he was scheduled to fly back to Canada, he stopped by to see her for one last time. As Amrit kissed her goodbye and left the room, her face suddenly turned very sad. They both knew this was the last time they would see each other. Amrit walked to the main door and spontaneously decided to turn around to see her one more time. This time, in a final gesture that embodied the very essence of who she was, Devibai mustered a wonderful smile, her face glowing with joy. It was her last courageous act in the midst of adversity. A sign perhaps that her life’s work was not in vain; that in the end she had indeed won. It lives as a lasting memory to this day.

We hope she is dancing in the heavens, watching over her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Witnessing what her life’s work has produced. It is our sincere hope that by narrating her story, it will be told and retold by future generations at Diwali and Thanksgiving get togethers around the world. Devibai’s future generations will know that they come from grit, from compassion, from love, from a “can do “spirit, and above all, from her.

She will live on through these stories, and in the form of the Devibai Mehta Scholarship – an effort to celebrate her life and her spirit!

Kiran and Amrit

About the Authors / Credits:

This narrative about Devibai Mehta’s life is an act of love! It is jointly authored by two of her grandchildren, Kiran Mehta Luthra and Amrit Kishore Mehta. The president of Bhagnari Panchayat, Shri Lachu Gehi (also Devibai’s brother) provided plenty of rich anecdotes that deepened our understanding of her life, her challenges and her triumphs. Finally, the words expressed here reflect the sentiments of all of Devibai’s grandchildren – Haresh Gulabani, Manoj Gulabani, Reshma Mansukhani, Pooja Mehta Chandani, Rahul Mehta, Rajiv Mehta, Shalini Mehta, Sheetal Mehta Brown. We are blessed to be part of her lineage!

About the Devibai Mehta scholarship:

As a celebration of Devibai’s life and spirit, the scholarship will selectively fund deserving students in need of a good education and unable to afford one.

We are looking for individuals who embody and embrace her enduring values:

1. The virtue of WORK – work hard, be sincere and never shy away from a tough challenge.

2. The enduring ethos of HONESTY – above all be honest, even when circumstances force you to do otherwise. Tough times pass. Don’t compromise on your ethics or stray from embracing what’s right.

3. The COURAGE to continue – life has its ups and downs, and everyone faces challenges, of varying degrees. Let your most difficult moments define who you are. When you fall down, stand up, dust yourself off, and start over. Success is not final, failure is not fatal, it’s the courage to continue that counts. 4. The value of EDUCATION – study hard, and embark on a lifelong quest to learn and grow through a formal education.

My father Ghanshamdas Gehi – President of Panchayat for 1 day

Written by Lachmandas Gehi

Recently Subash Kataria, grandson of Mukhi Takandas Kataria, posted an autobiography, hand written by the great man himself. Subash expressed his desire for other members of the community to share inspiring stories of their elders. I have therefore ventured to write my father Shri Ghanshamdas Thariamal Gehi’s story, which I hope inspires others to share their stories.

My father was born in Hyderabad, Sind in 1889. As his 10th child, I have been quite close to him and have many memories of him, which he had told me. He was always interested in getting into new industrial products and in agriculture. He had a fruit and vegetable garden, which he jointly owned with his brother Rijumal. The garden’s name was Ghandumal’s Bagicha.

His first industrial enterprise was Jungshai Glass Work, which he started before the 1st World War, in partnership with a famous Congress worker Narsinglal Bhatia. They used German technology. After the war, the company closed down due to economic reasons.

After that he started Master Sodawater Factory with his friend Kundanmal Gidwani. It was named after my uncle who was senior to my father and was called Master. In those days there was a famous sodawater factory called Hassanali Sodawater Factory. It was as famous as Roger’s of Bombay. As many Bhagnaris were in the business of liquor and having bars, Hassanali had less capacity to supply sodawater to bars and desi daru shops. So my father started a sodawater factory. The challenge came from Hassanali as he used to produce a much loved drink like Limca. So my father went into collaboration with a British firm, who were selling Vimto. Its syrup ingredients were supplied by the British firm. Vimto became a famous drink, same as we have Coca Cola now. During the 2nd World War the supply dwindled, so my father started making the syrup in Karachi. He even got the labels printed as the British firm allowed him to do so, in order to keep Vimto’s name alive.

Another enterprise that my father started was London Paris Perfumery Company. He also used to supply toiletries and other materials to the army.

Though technically not qualified, he had a library at home with more than 2000 technical and non-technical books. These books were managed by my sister Ganga. Few of his technical books were brought to India. One book I used to study was a set of 5 volumes called Fortune in Formulas. He disliked the phrase “Cannot be done or impossible”. If somebody has produced a toothpaste, it should not be impossible for us.

Once as a child he took me to Goda Gadi (horse carriage) maker, as he wanted to have one. The makers name was Kasim Memon. When my father asked him to make one, he said it will be available after 3 months, as he was producing one carriage per month and he was booked for 3 months. He told him, “Kasu if I open workshop, I will produce one carriage in one week.” Kasu laughed and told my father “Seth I will pass on orders to you.”

Within one week he started workshop to manufacture horse driven carriage. Production started after three months as it was totally mechanised by importing the complete wood cutting profile and cutting machines. He started producing one carriage per week and they were sold in many Sind cities. Then came 2nd World War and petrol became available only on ration – about 2 or 3 gallons (10 to 15 litres) per month. Many people started selling their cars. My father would buy cars, remove the engines, put the horse in front and make it like a Goda Gadi. It was less laborious for the horse as cars were already fitted with tyres and ball bearings. He fitted some lamps with bulbs as dynamo was fitted with batteries and made them practical.

Now I will talk about his research work in agriculture. For your information, in India the grapes were first introduced in Karachi. The saplings were brought from France by my grandfather and he was given the contract to grow grapes in Karachi. The garden’s name was Gandhi Garden, which was given to my grandfather on rent. My father’s own bagicha was called Gandumal Garden, which he jointly owned with his brother Rijumal. He turned it into a well-designed garden, which was a great task. To supply water to a 100 acres garden, he built a water tank which was also used as a swimming pool, much above the ground level, so the flow of water reached till the end of the garden. In 1944 he built another well to get more water for the garden. He was also an expert in grafting. He grafted grapes and rose plants, which resulted in sweet grapes with aroma of rose. It was known as Anabshahi and sold to the Governor’s house, Collector’s office, Commissioner’s office as well as in the market. The fruit and vegetable from Gandumal Garden were famous in the market.

He once created sweet and sour mulberries, for which he grafted green sweet mulberries with red sour (khati) mulberries. Imagine the outcome, when the trees grew after 5 years, with half of the mulberries green sweet and half of the mulberries sour. I don’t think there was any Bhagnari who had not visited our garden. So many ill persons would stay at our garden and get well. Advocate Nagrani was my father’s close friend. Once his brother became critically ill. He stayed at our garden for some time and became well. This surprised his doctors also. My uncle Rijumal was connected with Karachi Club. I don’t remember if he was President or Secretary there, but whenever MCC cricket team were in Karachi, he would entertain them at the garden. On one such occasion I was with my family there and I remember very well, because first time in my life I tasted chutney sandwich, as they were prepared for the team.

The picture that you all see in Panchayat Hall (posted with this article) was taken after he won a court case. Though he was not a qualified advocate, he had requested the judge to that he could fight the case himself. He received good help from his friend Advocate Nagrani. For this case he had to stich a white shirt with collar and a black coat.

My father remained in Pakistan with my brother Ramchand and started manufacturing foreign made liqueurs in partnership with one Parsi namely Nasavanji Kalyaniwalla. They started manufacturing whiskey, brandy, gin and rum. My brother Ramchand was in Pakistan till 1953. He came to India after we were quite established in manufacturing in Bombay. When he arrived here, my father started another factory of food essences and food colours under the name of “Golden Sun Manufacturing Company” in the year 1965. We were then having three companies, with his blessings.

In Bombay he was given a leather tannery by the government in partnership with a Sindhi person. As Mukhi Takandas Kataria was close to my father, he once told him, “Don’t go into this business as you will be dealing with the skin of cows and other animals.” He immediately shifted to the manufacturing of pigment colour for leather at Dharavi. Then he was allotted 800 sq ft factory at Mazgaon and when I joined the factory in 1957, he wanted to add one more item, boot polish. Till then he was into manufacturing of cosmetics for footwear industries which was substitute for imported material. Some items were solely produced by us. Even after I have closed down, some items in our brands are still manufactured by my friend’s son. So our brand which my father had, is still alive.

I have a wonderful memory related to manufacturing of boot polish. It was the year before he left this world he said, “there is 100 crore population of India and if you sold 1 lakh tins per month and make 50 paisa per tin, you will earn Rs. 50,000 per month. His vision was right. We concentrated on selling to central government, army, navy and state government and we sold lakhs of tins by supplying them. In the Department of Director General of Supply and Disposal, my nephew Chandu played a great part of procuring their orders.

My father did one more great act, for which the Panchayat honoured him by placing his photograph in Panchayat Hall. It so happened that in one of the Panchayat meetings, Mukhi Takandas Kataria resigned and left the Panchayat Hall (in A Building) due to a disagreement. The Managing Committee appointed my father as an Acting President and requested him to go to Mukhi Takandas Kataria and persuade him to come back to the managing committee. This was done due to the fact that they knew that my father had good rapport with the President. My father went to him and on his persuasion Mukhi Takandas Kataria came back and occupied the President’s seat. I asked my father how he persuaded the great man, because of whose resignation the Panchayat was totally in doldrums. My father told me. “I heard his arguments for more than half an hour, during that time period I kept quiet. In the end he asked me, what was my view. I told him, no Bhagnari has given you the right to resign. He smiled and my father brought him back to Panchayat Hall.

My father was strongly connected with Arya Samaj and Bhagat Singh’s party. He was against Congress but he was always silent about his political careers. He was government contractor for Toddy shop business. He could read and write Sindhi, Hindi and Gujarati and read English and Arabic. Since he was in Arya Samaj he had to be well versed with religion. He had Bible, Quran and Gita in his office. All these books were kept respectfully as they should be. Now little story about his connection with Shaheed Bhagat Singh’s party. Once he made an eminent person from the party stay in hiding in our garden. He stayed there for some time, but one day he disappeared. Next day his photo was published in Sindhi paper and he was arrested in Hyderabad Sindh. Only me, my sister Saraswati and he had seen this man in the garden. He called me and my sister and told us, “If you tell anybody about this person, I will be put behind bars.” We kept quiet. In my father’s family the eldest brother was Rijumal, then my father, followed Bibi Vishin Kaur (Maiya), Hiranand and Krishna.

Beating the odds – Hiren Wadhare

Hiren Sunil Wadhare, a builder and owner of Shree Mahalaxmi Constructions undertook the daunting task of starting his own venture at the age of 23. His firm is engaged in construction of apartment buildings and small redevelopments. His entrepreneurial spirit and hard work has now manifested in his first successfully completed apartment building along with several other ongoing projects. 

Hiren completed his Bachelor’s in Management studies from Lala Lajpat Rai College and his M. Com in Management from Mumbai University. Just 2 weeks after his Graduation, he left for Dubai to take up a job at ADCB bank, as his parents wanted him to learn responsibility and understand what it takes to progress towards prosperity in life. For a person who had never cooked his own meal before, he now had to practice the discipline of a young working professional – he had to get up early to reach work on time, cook his own meals and live in a shared accommodation with complete strangers. This was an unsettling and difficult experience for Hiren but helped him organize his own life and paved the way towards launching his own venture.

His family’s business was construction and steel manufacture/trading. When he was a child, he would accompany his grandfather to various construction sites. He would love to run up to the terrace to enjoy the 360o panoramic views of the surroundings. Seeing the innate interest in his grandson, Hiren’s grandfather taught him various things about construction and the inner workings of the business. Hiren recalls, ‘my Grandfather was the one who inspired me to start this venture. There were people who had bought houses from him years ago. Occasionally, when any one of them met him on the road they would tell him ‘Hi and Hello’; and say we bought this house from you in that year, it’s been our most precious possession till date, or the house which you gave us has been lucky for us and we have progressed much after that. Usually, we often tend to remember the products that we buy and not the seller. But that is not the case with a builder. You will always remember the person who made your house. All these things made me realize that this is something I would like to do’, and that people would remember him too – nestled in their happy home.

So, at the age of 23, Hiren moved back to Mumbai – his city of dreams, to start Mahalaxmi Constructions and hustled to win a project of his own and in his name. Hiren explains: ‘my role is to first meet with landowners and convince them to assign me the project. Subsequently, I discuss all necessary legal paper work with my solicitor and then coordinate with my project architects to get the plans approved with local authorities (there are approx. 40 – 60 conditions that need to be complied with depending on the size of the project). I side by side manage the construction site until the site has been delivered to happy customers’.

The main issue when you go to buy a house in Mumbai is lack of transparency among the buyers, legal paperwork, and concern whether it is the right price to buy under the existing market scenario. To overcome this, Hiren makes sure that the project is free from any hassles/legal issues, and that it is delivered before the promised completion date. As far the prices go, all buyers are requested to perform the necessary due diligence before going ahead with the booking. Hiren explains his earlier struggles – ‘for almost 2 years after I returned to Mumbai, I tried to convince landowners that I can do it. I must have met at least 250 – 300 landowners in a span of 2 years, out of which only one owner expressed confidence that I could deliver and complete the work within the promised period’. Hiren successfully completed his first project – the construction site has obtained full Occupation Certificate and all 14 flats have been successfully handed over to 14 happy families. 

Hiren explains the fine margins in the field of construction – ‘In our field not many builders go for small redevelopments as the profit margins are low and it takes the same amount of time to clear a small project as compared to a big one. But with a different approach we made it possible to get good margins out of small projects and sell homes at better rates than other builders thereby changing the dynamics of small projects’. Shree Mahalaxmi constructions has finished 1 project in Malad, and the paperwork for other 2 projects are with municipal authorities, out of which, the construction of one project in Mahim will begin soon. 

Hiren’s dedication and perseverance are an inspiration to many Bhagnari youth aspiring of doing something new, distinctive, challenging and to realize and achieve one’s goals with a zealous spirit.

‘Aanewaali Diwali’ by Deepa (Laji) Bhagnari

Charon taraf sannata hai
Sarkein sooni…bazaar veerane hain
Log sahme apne gharon mein baithe hain
Kal kya hoga sab is soch mein pareshaan baithe hain

Yeh Kaisa Samay dikhaya Ishwar ne
Bache ghar mein udhas baithe hain
Bahar khuli hava mein khelne koh bekarar hain
Ghar apna hai phir bhi aisa lage jaise kaidkhana hai.

Yeh bhi samay beet jaayega
Khushi ka waqt phir se aayega
Hum phir se azaad parindon ki tarah
Jhoomenge aur naachenge

Ayodhya ne Ram aur Sita ke vanvas ke baad khoob Diwali manaayi
Hum apne is vanvas ke baad aisi hi Diwali manaayenge
Amir ho yah garib har ghar mein diye jalaayenge
Har ghar mein rang bhirange phanoos aur rangeen batiyan jagmaayengi

Sooni sarkon par phir se chahal pahal hogi
Baazaaron mein phir se raunak hogi
Naye kapre naye abhushano ki phir se khareedari hogi
Charon taraf phir se khushi ki lehar hogi

Is Diwali hum khoob pathake jalaayenge
Pathakon ke shor se hum is sannate koh mitaayenge
Chalo hum sab milkar bolein
Yeh aanewali Diwali hum subh khoob manaayenge
Is Diwali koh kabhi nah bhoolne wali ek yaad banaayenge.

Subash Kataria reveals Mukhi Takandas Kataria’s Autobiography

Subash Kataria, grandson of Mukhi Takandas Kataria, pulls out a diamond from his treasure trove – a hand-written autobiography of his grand-father. The autobiography depicts the struggles that the great man went through in his early life. Subash, has outlined these in his forwarding notes.

Our Bhagnari community is no stranger to the plague. The community has suffered from the plague in the very early 1900s and many amongst us may have heard stories from our elders of those horror days.

Now a pandemic is visiting our world again.

In these days of Pandemic, let us all take inspiration from the true story of this young boy

• Who lost his father to the plague at 2 years of age.

• Lost his oldest brother to the plague too, then became an orphan at age 6

• Was rescued from drowning at age 2 and survived burns at age 7

• Got admission to school as a free poor student

• Was not allowed to sit for exams since fees were not paid

However, He was a bright young boy, full of determination, dedication and honesty. He had the zest to live and was not afraid of adverse and challenging circumstances.

He was a true visionary, much ahead of his time. He had faith in himself and his abilities.
He strived hard and lived with this simple motto: “ Satyamev Jayate” . Truth shall always prevail. He was a lad who grew up into a Man who believed in himself.

The fruits of his labour and his love for the Bhagnari community has touched and enhanced the lives of every one of us. This is the story of one of the greatest Bhagnaris ever born.

Let us today be inspired by this true story as written by him in his own hand maybe 60 years ago, and look at the present challenges of life and know that ‘THIS TOO SHALL PASS”.

T. H. KATARIA
(TAKANDAS HEMRAJ KATARIA)

AN INCOMPLETE AUTOBIOGRAPHY
As written by his own hands

Date of Birth: 18-05-1898
Attained Immortality: 26-11-1966

(A listing as prepared by Shri Takandas Kataria himself:)

This autobiography is probably penned in the early 1960s

Elders (PRESIDENTS)
1 Harimal
2 Chainamal
3 Sharipal?
4 Shamdas
5 T.H.K.

OTHERS

(Can somebody please throw light on these names? I am not very familiar with these respected elders of those days)

Born in May 1898 at Karachi in Bhagnari Street previously called Pamoo dalal street, in a respectable family.

Ours was mercantile community and there were few English knowing persons in those days.

Shri Hemraj was a teacher in Govt. N. G. High School and the first matriculate in our Panchayat. Hemraj has an amicable nature so much so that some students over 20 years after death used to come and ask his sons as to how they were doing. Such sincerity could be expected only as a result of his very good treatment to his pupils.

When T. H. Kataria was a small infant his parents went to visit Sadhubella Sukkur and when


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boat was approaching Sadhubella Shri T H Kataria fell in waters, but he was saved by a boatman who jumped after him.

In 1897-1900 a very dangerous type of plague (called bubonic ) broke out. Every year in succession, whenever plague broke out people used to flee from Karachi with the sick here left unattended by their near and dear ones. There were few persons to attend on sick and Govt. used even their school staff

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to look after and attend the sick. It was contagious disease. Shri Hemraj was also kept on duty and he too got infected and died of the disease.

In the next 2 years, all the other earning members of the family also died and five sons of Hemraj, Beharilal, Lalchand, Kewalram, Parsram and Takandas were left with their mother without any earning member. There were 2 sisters fortunately already married. The boys were all young but Beharilal took the burden and

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( In plague days the authorities used to burn the belongings of the house to combat disease where a plague case was detected. Thus, all the belongings removable were destroyed. There will hardly be a family that’s not have been affected by plague at Karachi. )

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looked after the family though he was very young.

Unfortunately, he too died about 3 years later victim of same plague which used to invade Karachi every year. We were then living at Lehman Naka Camp about 4 miles away from town. Every year at the time of plague several camps were made in far off places and the residents used to go and live.

After Beharilal’s death it became a problem for the mother to feed her children.

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She had a well to do mother but no help came from that quarter and after couple of years of torture of poverty and difficulty of feeding the family she died of burns at Lady Dufferin Hospital. Her sons to her was a liability and not asset and she died looking after and worrying for them. The four boys became orphans. Takandas about 4-5 years, Parsram 6-7 years, Kewalram 8-9 years Lalchand 12-13 years ages. The society pressed on

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grand mother who was well placed and she took the 4 boys at her home. Thus the independent family came to a close and they lived with maternal grand mother.

She got 3 boys Lalchand, Kewalram and Parsram engaged as shop assistants in that young age on salaries of 15,7 and five per month. All effort was made to get Govt. help since Hemraj was a Govt. servant and died on Govt. duty. Rs. 10/- per month were sanctioned for the family until Lalchand became 18. Thus the earning of the family became 37 a month which in those

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days could sustain a family of that size. Which was about 4/- a month;
Ghee about 40-50 a maund, milk for 0/1/6/ for pau seer. You can buy in the market vegetables etc. for pies also.

Things went on for some time , salaries gradually increased, the youngest Takandas was sent to Sanatan Dharam School where he was admitted as a free poor student though the fees were only 0/2/5 per month.


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At the age of about 6-7 years Takandas got seriously burnt in Diwali by crackers but he survived and this was second escape from death.

He was bright student and used to get good rank.

When Lalchand was about 18 , in grandmother’s family there was only one son who had three daughters. He was betrothed and after a year got married. He had been accepted as one of the best salesman and was drawing a salary of 60/- which was then in those days a good salary. Kewalram 40/- and Parsram 30/-,

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after some time the 4 brothers left the grandmother’s house and rented a house and lived separately. Grandmother asked for about 400/- which she had spent on marriage which were paid to her by instalments. Lalchand had a weakness of living luxurious life. The family therefore had always financial difficulty though earnings were more than ordinary requirements.

After couple of years Lalchand’s wife died and there was no lady left in the family.

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They brought the aunt who looked after the house. Kewalram also had grown up and both got married. Loans were taken from their Seths which were paid by instalments.

We moved to bigger rented house since 2 were married. As there were differences between the aunt, and Shri Lalchand and Kewalram , aunt left for her mother’s house.

Lalchand started managing the affairs but his weakness for luxury left the family always in financial difficulties.

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At this stage our brother in law Bojraj suggested that he would like us to become partners in a caps shop which he intended to open and wanted Parsram to manage. Shri Parsram was a very good salesman. Shop opened and he was in charge. Business was alright and paying but Shri Bojraj had some financial burden. Parsram got married to the daughter of a respectable man Shri Lilaram of Hyderabad and we all had to go there…

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Shri Bojraj had to close his business and we were advised also to close business as Bojraj was partner who had financed the show. Thus this business, where even our share of profits was invested was lost and nothing received.

Parsram then got an offer from one Kalyandas who had a shop in the Law Bazaar to join him as working partner. He along with his friend one Jethanand Murjimal Who promised to finance the business and the firm of 3 partners started.

Kewalram had also been getting a good salary and so was

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Lalchand. Takandas was a student and he had joined English school and the fees in those days were 1/4/- a month. This too was difficult to pay. For not paying fees he was not allowed to sit in the exam of the first std. and lost a year. He felt very much and joined the school a fresh. He got a promotion after 6 months as he was a bright boy. The school was middle school and there were only 5 students. He studied

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Up to 5th standard there and remained monitor in 2-3-4 and 5th standards. After passing 5th he tried to get entry into High School but failed so he joined C. N. S. High School. As he was bright boy he got the top rank there too and was liked by the Head master and Principal.

As the family had again got into financial difficulties due to certain weaknesses of Shri Lalchand it became necessary to leave studies.

The Headmaster and Principal offered financial help as they wanted a bright boy

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to continue but Takandas refused.

Mrs. Beharilal’s mother in law then brought in Mrs. Beharilal and requested us to keep her in the family and took the burden which was morally ours. We agreed and she lived with us. This was about 1912. He tried to get job but it was very difficult.

He got a temporary clerical job

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In an European firm at Kiamari

He was not liked by two staff as he was quick to finish the work which was mostly calculations whereas they wanted him to go slow.

This job also was over after 2 months.

After trying for 6 months he arranged for a job for Singapore but was not allowed by the family. He then got a loan of 100/- from Shri Bojraj and joined as a partner one Katumal Auctioneer but nothing came out of that auction business as Katumal was happy go lucky man who would spend away the sales with the result 100/- more lost and he had to hunt for jobs. Having married, for a year more he got no job. Lalchand was serving, Parsram was on partnership business, Kevalram was serving one Shri Thariamal Khemchand.

Kewalram persuaded Shri Thariamal to keep me as shop assistant to see if I could be useful.

I joined Seth Thariamal.

He had a Gujrati in his staff.

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Who was a salesman as well as a Gujrati correspondent as letters to Bombay used to be in Gujrati.

The Gujrati assistant did not turn up on duty next day as he thought I may later replace him.

Later Thariamal felt he had lost a man because of me and he tried to look for a man but to his pleasant surprise he found his sales having increased by 50% within 10 days though I was new.

The business was general merchant which consisted Hosiery, cutlery, fancy goods etc.

(…… This is the last entry of the available pages……. )

A note: The currency in those days were Rupees/Anna/Pies
An anna (or ānna) was a currency unit formerly used in british India and Pakistan, equal to 1⁄16of a rupee. It was subdivided into four (old) Paisa or twelve pies (thus there were 192 pies in a rupee). When the rupee was decimalised and subdivided into 100 (new) paise, one anna was therefore equivalent to 6.25 paise.

THANKS are due to Shri Ramesh Poplay who helped me transcribe some of the words in the hand wrtiiten document as well as to my mother in law Smt. Lata Ramchand Gangaramani who helped me to understand the events as well as the currency of those days. Thanks also to Shri Gobind Mehta and to Shri Lalit Jham for their valuable inputs.

Just a few of the numerous milestones in the life of Shri Takandas Hemraj Kataria:

• . The establishment of Kataria Optical Factory, India’s very own and first factory to produce spectacle frames.

• The establishment of the chain of optical stores under the banner of Takandas H Kataria

• The making of Kataria Nivas and Kataria Colony

o The longest serving Mukhi of Shree Bhagnari Panchayat

o The President of the All India Sindhi Panchayat Federation

o The Uncrowned KING of the Optical Industry in India in his days

o Being conferred with the title of SIND KESARI by the Federation

Memory of Shri Takandas H Kataria is perpetuated by

 The Kataria Colony which is today an internationally known landmark

 The Takandas H Kataria Marg , both in Mahim – Matunga in Mumbai as also in Ulhasnagar

 The Library run by Kalpana Friends Circle in Ulhasnagar

ON MAY 18, 2020, IT WILL BE 122 YEARS SINCE SHRI TAKANDAS H KATARIA WAS BORN.

NEARLY ALL THE PEOPLE WHO CAME INTO HIS CIRCLE, BE IT OUR COMMUNITY , THE OPTICAL INDUSTRY, THE SINDHI PANCHAYAT OR IN POLITICS, PROSPERED IN LIFE.

Click on the following link to view the autobiography is Mukhi Takandas Kataria’s own handwriting:

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