Throughout my life whenever I introduced myself, I was immediately labelled as someone being from Gujarat, and I have had countless conversations explaining people about my northern connection and me hailing from the one of most beautiful northern parts of India i.e. Haldwani Nainital.
I have never really known about the actual story, till my Grandpa called me one
evening few months ago and told me he wanted to write about our roots, and the journey of our family
from Kambhat to Agra .
He would have ideally liked to do it himself, but his slow typing speed after
his hand injury did not encourage him.
So I told him Dada, don’t worry the next time I come to Bangalore , I will definitely write it down.
Battling
through the limited time and a noisy construction surrounding, Dadaji lovingly
narrated the journey of our roots. Here it is in his words. Dada is the only
surviving sibling amongst all his brothers & sisters, so this is indeed a treasure for all of us
In
around 1500 my ancestors moved from Kambhat and settled at Agra .
Akbar when visited Gujrat had selected persons knowing Persian and Arabic for
interpretation of laws in the Mughal
courts. My ancestors knew Persian and Arabic and thus they were selected as courtesans in Akbar`s
court. They travelled with the family on horses and bullock courts, palkhis
escorted by the Mughal soldiers. They arrived in Agra
and the family set up their house in a
an area called Namak Mandi which was close
to the Agra
fort and with a view of the Taj from the terrace.
For
a family which grew up in a Gujarati surrounding this was like a different
country, with mosques surrounding all over the house. However the area where the family was lived
housed many wealthy Hindu business man and traders. The family members who
attended the court had a special horse escort every day to take them to the
court and bring them back.
Food
Living
in Agra , the
family created a culture of its own absorbing
the local customs, food from the locals.
It is because of this that our family has just such distinct food, very different
from the sugary cooking of original gujratis. Sweets are loved by one and all
in the family but only as dessert and
not as part of the food. From pethas, to
jalebi & rabidi, to bal mithai,
rasgolas , ras malai and our Agra special Bedaiya
puri and alloo jhool sabji are on
the hit list.
Kapadwanj connection
In
1820 or earlier due to the floods in
Gujrat people could not reach Kambhat, so they had to consider brides and
bridegrooms from a village known as Kapadwanj. It was a tough time to fulfil
the mission called Marraige, as lot of opposition went around, as the rumour
had it that this men from Agra who were of fair complexion and handsome, were
so because they used to eat meat and
fish, and thats why they were looked as a different race from that of the typical
gujratis. However inspite of great opposition, Ghanshamdas( my grand father )
got a bride from Kapadwanj, called Ichaben, he paved the path for many such
marriages of the Das families in Agra
and various families in Kapadwanj. Ichahaben
died immediately after she gave birth to her younger son, my father(
Brijbhushandas). Ghanshamdas and his
brother Madhuvan both remarried in Kathiawad. It is rumoured in those days,
families instead of paying dowry to get daughters married used to actually take
money in return for giving their daughters for remarriage. Both of them
remarried in Kathiawad, Madhuvandas got married to Maniben and Ghanshamdas got
married to Radhabai.. Madhuvandas practiced law
whose practice was later inherited by my father Brijbhushand Das.
Madhuvandas ( my grandfather’s
brother) & the Gandhi connection
Madhuvandas
( my grand father`s brother) has 2 sons, one was Jattu Kaka, and the other was
Haru Kaka and daughter was Putli who was
a child widow. Jattu Kaka joined the freedom movement from his college
and become a freedom Fighter, His brother Haru Kaka also joined in the same
because of Mani ben their mother who
introduced the Gandhi movement in the household.
Mani ben has embraced Gandhisam, and Gandhiji would come to their house
whenever he visited Agra .
In 1930`s they set up a medical shop in the sabji mandi, which still exists in the
name of National medical. Jatu kaka died when he was 97, and Haru Kaka died
when he was 84. The shop is currently run by
Jatu Kakas son. Any time you are in Agra and want to get a tour of our ancestral home in Namakmandi , u can go
to National chemist, and someone from the store will take you to the house. ( you will have to use
Haldwani- Agra direct connection of Manu Mahara
aka Harish in HaldwanI)
Ghanshamdas( my grandfather)
Ghanshamdas
my grand father was an MA LLB from Agra
and he went into judicial service and worked as a District sessions judge in
various places in Uttar Pradesh( now Uttarkaand) including Kumaon, Ghadwal,
Almora, Nainital. He had 4 sons. All his
sons grew up in Agra
and moved with him wherever he was posted. Rajan kaka the eldest son studied medicine
from Lucknow and become a doctor and set up his practice in Agra and was
popularly called as Doctor Kaka, Rattu kaka
was a BSC AHBTI from Kanpur and after his wedding he moved Kathiawad as an
oil and paint technician for some
laboratory in Bhavnagar, while the family was staying in Jamnagar, Janardan
Das was a BA LLB
from Allahabad and then went on to become an IAS in government service,
retired a secretary of UP government and one of his sons Rajiv Ratna shah went
on to became an IAS officer and retired recently as secretary for
planning. Brijbhushan Das my father
studied law from Agra become a BA LLB and
inherited the law practice of 7 generations in Agra .
He had a very lucrative practice in Agra ,
he used to fight cases for temples like
Dwarkadesh from mathura
and vrindavan and other private mills and trusts.
My great grandmother & other relatives
Gopi
ben was my great grandmother, basically Ghanshamdas
mother who was alive upto the age of 99 lived in the palace along with Tribhuvandas
called Raghho kaka jee. My wife often
called his wife Kunji ben as Mehelwali kaki. The entire family of Raghho Kaka
was called Mehel wale.
It
was called Kale Pathar kaa mahal ( Palace
of Black stones) in Agra . In backyard of which, there were a number of stables for horses, a cow shed and a gymnasium where my father
used to have a wresting exercise, the
akadha as it was known and we used to play cricket.
She lived in the palace with her youngest son Tribhuvandas toll she died. Tibhuvandas ran a business in
shoes. After the death of Gopi Dadi he sold the house to Laxminarayan book
sellers and moved himself out of Namak mandi. He had 8 sons so they moved to
the outskirts of Agra
near Sikandra. Now this place is called
as Das kothi, where all his sons have a
plot. The area is called Das compound. The biggest mansion is of Tribhundas son
who is a doctor called SK Das.
My
father has many sisters, but his eldest sister Dhanlaxmi was married to Ishwarlal Vakil in Mumbai.
Ishwaralal used to work in Africa, when he was asked to leave Africa ,
he came to Mumbai and he got a flat in Sheetal Baugh in walkeshwar. Dhanno fais
daughter, husband was Suryakant Dani who
was one of , the founders of Asian paints
From Agra to Haldwani
My
father Brijbhushandas got married to Revaben from Kapadwanj. Brijbhushand Das
elder son, my eldest brother Birju kaka used to study in a government school in
Agra , and was
trying his luck at experimenting something he had learnt at the laboratory in
his school to make explosive crackers.
In his element, he tried to burst a cracker and lost the fingers of his left
hand.
Brijbhusandas
got mentally worried after this incident and worried about what his son would
do in his life, the accident took place in 1934, various business investments
were made, like a atta mill which failed. During this time Rai Bahaudur Ghanshamdas, a title given to my
grandfather by the government was practicing in his capacity as judge of Kumaon courts .During this time the government offered various facilities
to clear the jungles and develop farms You could select around 100 acres of
land, for which government would give subsidy for wire, fencing. After
developing the land it would be granted to developer. So cost of getting land
was equivalent to developing it. The land was tax free for 20 years and then it
could become the developers property. So my father sent my brother Briju alone
to Haldwani first he was around 18 years, and slowly sent things to set up a
home there. Got lot of bullock carts and
bulls and slowly moved to Haldwani.
Brijbhushandas had 5 sons & 4 daughters, Birju Kaka, jeetu, myself Satish, Shashikala, Sant, Veenu, Sanu,
There were 2 pieces of land one at Bhawnipur and the other at chokhi mukhani,
Bhawani pur was 7 miles away and Choti mukhani a km away from Haldwani. Both
the lands were under development and suddenly in 1936, my father Brijbhusan Das said good bye to the law profession and our schools ended and were asked to move to Haldwani . With only 5 rs to buy
ticket. my brother Jeetu nd me arrived
in Haldwani where there were no facilities for school. One day the huge hut
which was built on the farm with mud and thatch roofs, gave way in the monsoon.
So we had to move various houses in the city till our pucca house got ready.
Just
to establish the family we built a temple under the mango tree and
the pucca house with huge pillars and big veranda that still exists as
testimony of a bygone era.
Dacoits as our security guards
Security
was a great concern in Haldwani, as it was then surrounded with nothing but
jungles and a lot of Dacoits used this
path to move around. My father Brijbhusandas had saved some Dacoits from
getting death punishment. In return this dacoits decided to serve the family.
So we had 2 servants Dayaram and Hublal both big dacoits become helpers and
security guards for the house. At this time
we lived in a jungle infested with leopards and tigers. For about 4
years in succession there was always
good crop of sugar cane, clean land was good but full of stones.
The journey from Haldwani to Bombay
and across the globe
I
was around 15 years old when we moved to Haldwani, had not even completed 10th.
After a lot of deliberation with my father, I went back to Agra to complete my studies. I stayed in a
hostel completed my school from a private institute and then decided to pursue
engineering from vrindavan Prem Maha vidyalaya. Did a 3 years diploma in
engineering. After completing my studies I worked in a sugar factory called
Kesar Sugar Mills near Haldwani as an apprentice.
The Frontier Mail to
After
6 months of working at Kesar Sugar Mills, I took the frontier mail from Mathura
and travelled to Bombay and went to my father’s
brother Balkishanda`s son`s house Ballu
who used to live in Jogeshwari. Ballu was also an oil and paint
technician. He fixed me up with India
united mills in Bombay
as an Assistant engineer. United Mills was in chinchpokli. In 1947 my brother Ballu had to go to USA , so I moved
to Gordhan Kakas house in Bhuleshwar. Gordhan Kaka was my mother Rewa ben
uncle. He had one son, called Shashi. I lived with them till I got married and
moved to Bandra
While
I was in Mumbai and trying to study, my
brothers and sisters decided to live the jungle life. My father had purchased about 90acres of land in the
development scheme. So family lived on
the land and some bit of crops.
Few years after I moved to
With APE Bellis, I set up their office at my home in Bandra, and spent most of my working years travelling to various parts of
After
my retirement I along with my wife moved to
America for a
decade, to live with my sons family in Memphis . This was a
different phase where I spent time
nurturing my hobbies, growing vegetables in the field, reading, driving the
grand children, doing grocery shopping, and holidaying on some world class
cruises on Caribbean, Pannma canal,
Mexico and Alaska
It
seems like a long journey, when I had taken the frontier mail to Bombay almost 65 years
ago I had never imagined what this would have in store for me. Looking back I
feel content about all the experiences and things that life has given me
.
3 comments:
Well written DD.
Great narration by Papa.. and very well scripted by Dhruti.. I loved reading..
great narration.. wonderfully scripted.. loved whole reading..
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