E.R. RAMACHANDRAN writes: With computer-related work occupying more than 80% of jobs, at last count, one wonders what kind of jobs people were doing, before the advent of computers? What were grownups doing in Bangalore and other cities once they were out of college, vocational institutes and engineering colleges?
Bangalore had a system of its own.
The city spread a sleeping blanket, lined with a mosquito net, as it were, over its snoring populace till 7.30 when the first sip of filter coffee would warrant itself.
The first worker if you could call him, the milkman, would have announced himself well before dawn and milked his cow right under the watchful eyes of the housewife. It was this fresh milk that would whiten the strong coffee that would wake the city from its deep slumber.
Sometimes the cool climate urged normal human beings to curl up further and sleep a bit more.
Most of the able-bodied adults in the City were hauled up by 6.30 in the morning into hundreds of buses and driven off 15 to 20 miles and disgorged into grey and dull factories better known by their abbreviations and acronyms: HAL, ITI, BEL, HMT, AMCO, REMCO, NGEF, etc.
Later, some more factories joined the list: BEML, BHEL, MICO, ITC etc.
If you were an early-riser, you would see groups of mildly shivering people in dull uniforms with morning newspapers near street corners waiting for their designated bus.
Once the buses had driven a quarter of the working population out of the sleepy City to sleepier factories, the roads were fairly empty. If you belonged to the other three quarters of the population and were still in bed, you had a choice of being woken up by people practicing different vocations.
The ‘Budubudike Dasiah’ would unexpectedly land at your door-step, shaking his budubudike and with his Kani Shastra (prophecy). Vegetable vendors shouting ‘Soppu soppooo’ would get into a hi-decibel match with women sporting large kumkumas on their forehead announcing ‘Mosuru kanamma, mosuru….’
By around 9am, the AG’s office and Athara Katcheri gang would start their walk from different parts of the City reaching the office having chewed the last of their Mysore viledele with Sugandhi adike, or having inhaled through the nostril, the last pinch of Ambal nashya.
Later, the Vidhana Soudha was to become the magnet drawing Bangaloreans from all over town.
The self-employed merchants community, the last sort of the workers, would leave for B.V.K. Iyengar Road, Mamulpet, Chickpet, Taragupet, Akkipete, Balepete and many more petes in smaller gullys the latest.
Here they would operate their business wholesale, retail and from matchbox size shops all day till 9 at night moving the city’s economy. They would have their lunch either at Udupi Krishna Bhavan or Malabar Lodge, or spread an old newspaper on the cash counter and have their meal, with the shop’s door partly closed which meant the ‘proprietor was having his lunch!’.
The city wore a ghostlike appearance, especially when the students got into their class after their morning prayers around 10 in the morning.
Only sounds such as ‘Hale kathri, chakuge saane hidiyoduri ’, ‘Hale batte, kalapathina reshme seerege stainless steel pathre, Ammavre! ’ would rent the air in the afternoon which was strictly meant for women to get the kitchen implements sharpened or get rid of their old clothes for brand new stainless steel kitchen ware.
Both the seller and buyer would play a cat-and-mouse game until it left both exhausted and settle for anything to clinch the deal. Thus, a whole lot of old clothes would leave the attic to be replaced by a shimmering 4–level tiffin carrier or a big all-purpose vessel which would be displayed right at the entrance to catch the eye of the weary husband dragging himself in.
A detailed narration of how the triumphant deal was secured would follow while serving him kodubale and coffee!
‘BaLe! BaLe namma BaLE!’ would be the call of the bangles seller around noon who would make his appearance just before Varamahalakshmi and continue throughout the festive season.
If you felt the pension City was dead and gone, life would mysteriously resurface late afternoon with one bus following another into the city. Soon, it would turn into a cavalcade of buses of different colours—blue and cream for HAL, blue and silver for ITI—wearing different uniforms, as it were, streaming into the city.
After making a telephone, radio set, boiler, a walkie-talkie or whatever, around a dozen pair of weary legs would drop off at each stop, carrying a rolled up copy of K.N. Netakallappa’s ‘Sudha’ or P. R. Ramaiah’s ‘Thayi Nadu’ and troop back home.
After uppittu or a menthyada dose over a cup of coffee, and a quick shower would see them spill to the road one by one.
Quite a few of them would take out their well-oiled bicycles out and, like a cowboy walking his horse, walk their cycles having the other arm over their friend’s shoulder, for the daily dose of one-by-two coffee.
The shopkeepers after downing shutters at night would reach home with a parcel of Mysore pak or Jhangri catching kids just about fall asleep.
At night, the last of the businessmen selling his ware would speed through the City in his cycle lit by wick and kerosene lamp shouting ‘Thati nungu, Thati nungu’ just as people settled down to listen to Melville de Mello or a Chakrapani or Roshan Menon, for the 9’0 clock news.
Thus would end the business cycle before sleep embraced the City again.
Photograph: courtesy Gopal M.S./ Which Main? What Cross?
evocative and nostalgic..thanks…..im putting it on my FB page…
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ERR, I’m your fan.
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>>>With computer-related work occupying more than 80% of jobs, at last count<<<
Where do people come up with these numbers? Even if writer meant 80% of all jobs require interaction with computers, that is still a massive assumption. People whom I deal with daily – farmers, bus drivers conductors, security people, veggie seller, newspaper vendor, cop with lathi, darshini workers, cleaning lady never touch a computer as part of their daily lives.
Nostaligia OK, exaggerate yaake?
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Wow I have lived at least the first 10 years of my life in that magical Bangalore playing cricket with the layout boys.
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If you were an early-riser, you would see groups of mildly shivering people in dull uniforms with morning newspapers near street corners waiting for their designated bus………..
Mildly shivering people – Yes, but without uniform and without News papers … When the shift starts at 6-30, one has to be at the pick up point between 5-30 to 6.00 AM depending upon your pick point ! I am talking about period before PC’s and around 1980 !
I was one among those shivering people but able-bodied adults !!
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Can anyone give me back this Bangalore?
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Very nice ERR! Really enjoyed reading this.
Did you happen to leave out the cycle brigade? Or were they not a significant group in your opinion? These would be assorted groups of people who used bicycles to do their commute. Either they did not have a company provided bus or a convenient BTS route to get to work.
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Continuing further on the Vicissitudes of life, I as a youth of 10~15 years then would also hear Boron Holder or Lathika Rai on AIR, Amir Syani on Binaca Geetmala or great English programs on BBC (Rock Salad, Jazz for the asking, Top 20, Anything Goes) between 5.45 pm and 6.15 and continue to hear Sports roundup thereafter.
Taking of radio, since we had school late in the day at 10.30~11 AM Radio Kuwait used to hum in the background with variations in modulation. Or on some days some of us would sneak into Rotary school early morning to hear the Piano classes from the library building. And later in the afternoon was Radio Australia with US and UK top chart busters.
The school life was also worth talking about. Most of the lady teachers would ask us about the thindi/oota preparations at home more rather than Otto Van Bismarck or reading ‘Tale about Tales’ from Readers Radiant book.
Evenings were a class apart from what it is today, apart from the radio, the street corner gossips would revolve round Cricket at Lords or Trinidad, Tennis at Wimbledon or Kho-Kho or Basketball Tournament at Subarayanakere grounds.
Our town Mysore also had its own ‘Gangs’ of cricket who used to play at Marimallappas, MDTDB, Marigudi, Sadvidya or Sports ground winning or losing Pencil, Medal and rarely hard cash and going to Cosmopolitan Club hush hush for tennis balls is also not forgotten. Mysore also had 2 distinct TT group one at Railway’s and other at Makala Koota with a small group at Rotary School including me.
Inspite of many of these outdoor activities we also had our share of reading books, Enid Blyton, Saisuthe, Prajamata, Bharatha Bharati, Tintin, Astricks, Majnu and Phantom in Sudha.
Weekend were more fun going out on cycle to ‘Far off’ places like DMS or Patna on either side of Mysore. The heroism of overcoming bad roads, badly maintained cycles, and bad mouthed mali’s of thoota’s are still in memory.
Movies for us stated at Gyathri with Red Sun and continued at Ganesha enjoying and learning from movies like ‘Julius Creaser’, ‘Bridge on the River Kawai’, ‘Fiddler on the Roof’, ‘House of Dark Shadows’, ‘Sound of Music’ etc. etc. but the best was yet to come from 2 more theatres Shalimar and Sterling. One flew over Cookoo’s Nest, Shagy DA, Last Waltz from Shalimar and 1941, Eye of the Needle, from Sterling. Occasionally from Lido, Tora, Tora,Tora, from Sangam, F1 Racing of Nicky Lauda’s time and lovely hindi movies from Rajalakshmi Pictures Banner. Best of Kannada movies was from Lakshmi and later at Shantala offcourse with a faint memory of seeing kannada movies at Padma at Agrahara.
Long live the memories…………
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wow… that used to be namma bengaluru.. which is no more so. It’s definitely being infiltrated and u wonder seeing todays teens… are they kannadigas…? so much is the change!
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Transferred back to childhood for a brief while..thanks ERR..
Still remember the sound of the gate when our neighbor left for work early in the morning..the hissing of pressure cookers…
Bangalore used to have its own “dabbawalas” who used to come and collect lunch for the menfolk later on..
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Anki Sankhye,
Google answered:
“Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect”
and also warned:
“You can’t have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time.”
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I grew up on 2nd Cross, Sampige Road in Malleswaram. Whew!!!!! What a great remembrance.
I and my brother would count the bus that would go in front of our house after 8 PM. THey would number about 20 or so and would have such nostalgic and awesome sounding names like “Belgaum, Shimoga, Gokak, Bijapura, Gulbarga. Just thinking of the travellers in these bus gave us shivers daily. Wow….. WHat a great Bengaluru it was. THe toy train in Cubbon Park, the occasional English cinema viewing in eclectic sounding cinema theaters – Imperial, Rex, Galaxy etc etc… was unforgettable…..
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Most of my childhood I spent living in Vasanthanagara, along the Loop Road, bang opposite Mount Carmel college.
All of us cousins used to attend the morning Shakha on the vacant site besides the now MC post graduate center.
Some of us used to work a newspaper route too. This is something I don’t see the middle class indulging in.
Those days I could walk from home to college in Sadashivanagara, reading a newspaper or magazine all the way!
How much I loved the green belt of lawn along the Loop Road!
There were “cork” trees with which we would make balls..and then the road would curve at the Railway Crossing at which invariably one would witness “traffic” held up at the closed gates.
I still love the Vasanthanagara market road. There is still (I think) a first shop that us kids had named “1st angadi”.
Amazing Bengaluru!
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Yes, Just ten years ago Bangalore would go to deep sleep by night 11. Now, this Bengalooru is very much busy 24×7. Even at night 2’o’clock a traffic signal would be ‘on’ near Vidhanasoudha!
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what about the city of the 100 cinema halls….
this was how my mother introduced bangalore to me when papa got tranferred to B’lore in 1977
we stayed 3 years in the cantonment area (nandidurg extn)
movies were an every saturday event, perched on the scooter near the handle…
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Woh Kaagazz ki Kashti, Woh Baarish ka Paani….
ERR’s article did evoke childhood memories! That Namma Bengalooru died a sad death in late 80’s. Every young Bengaloorean’s purpose of eductaion was to get a job at HAL/ITI/BEL/HMT or PSU’s, get married, support the family and attend “family functions”.
An occassional movie at one of the “talkies” and a Masale Dose with myssuru-paaku and by-two coffee were the epitome of eating out! I know that Bengalooru, I grew up in that Bengalooru. We used to ride our bicycles to National High School. Who can forget being splattered with rain water by BTS buses or an occasional passing car, they sure left a mess on our white uniforms! Who can forget those days…
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seems like a world apart.
those were the days.. like a soothing dream..
i so miss those days..
thanks ERR for putting it in words..
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Wow
Another peckuliar profession which would be part of the afternnons was “kallama kallu mullu” meant for sharpening the grinding stones, pestel & mortar. These used to be done by old men nd since they could not scream they would say these words raagavagi.
Those old days reminds me of the weekend family eating outs be it at malleswaram janata hotel or racecourse road chalukya. Bangaloreans have always been fond of eating out.Each family big or small, rich or poor set aside one evening to eat out rest of the country is just catching up to this now.
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Nostalgic. It brings back our childhood memories.How well put. I could picturise each and every moment.Only R.K.LAKSHMAN can bring this back
to the present genration.
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Nice article. I wanted to list out a few games that we played. I wonder if kids nowadays would ever get to play these games.
Kunte billa, Gilli dandlu, Ais bhais, lagori, Choor chandu, Kabbadi, mara kothi, cycle tyre odisuvudhu, gaali patta biduvudhu, …
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In the afternoon, just when you thought it could not get any hotter, a man would call out ‘kalai,kalai…’ and make his rounds on a cycle. He would melt copper or tin and reline old vessels whose bottoms were worn out or sides damaged. Despite the heat, we loved to stand around him and watch the process of soldering, welding.
Similarly bucket-repair guys would also land up. Shudder, shudder… they would again melt and stick on strips of mismatched plastic pieces on to damaged buckets. Housewives would be most pleased on restoring the red bucket, never mind that it had ungainly blue and green patches.
Then, there was the regular ‘kalepuri-seller’…Gawd, he would carry horrendously-huge white plastic gonichilas full of puri or murmura and would measure it in the ‘pavu’ as if it were gold!
I also remember some early-Tamil migrant hawkers. One used to sell ‘pure’ butter wrapped in brown stiff banana leaves and also pushed ‘appalams’ which he swore would puff up like puris.
As for office-goers, come noon –the AGs office road and mini-Visvesvarya tower building vicinity was full of banana-eaters! I suspect, it still is. And what is it with these male government office workers –they invariably use their briefcases as tables for a post-lunch card-game on the smallest patch of grass around the office!
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soooprb writing……..
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Noel says : gaali patta biduvudhu, …
ROFL
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@Hosa – Belaku, I remember the kalai and the bucket repair persons. There used to be fruit sellers who sold whatever fruit was in season. The highlight of their wares was not the fruits they had or how tasty it was but how they sold it. We used to hear shouts of hadnaaru masale or ippataidu masale which referred to the spices they would add to the fruits. I remember many school going kids would buy fruits for the tasty add ons.
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Reminds me of my study holidays. . Nice article. Cheers :) and good luck. . :)
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Wow…Nicely written…some of my childhood memory flashed in my mind after reading this….the long queue for the BTS’s Peak Hour Service (PHS) towards vidhana soudha, the non-ITfied Banks, 25paisa full ticket, taking cycle for 1Rs/hour rent….
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Those sundays when the roads got deserted as soon as the movie started playing on DD…
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i was born in blr….
but yea…i really misss those days ka ” namma bengaluru “…..
and DD was the best …no amt of dish tv’s can replace the simplicity of that channel.
i still remmm that …multi coloured screen on DD…when no programmes were aired…
and ” mile sur mera tumhara” on DD…
i seriously wish a genie comes by and cud move his magic wand…n booomm
nice post !
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Very interesting writeup bringing back very good memories. These are some –
We lived in Malleshwaram on Temple Road from late 40’s. I went to middle school and High School in Malleshwaram, later National college and Engineering college. Vyalikaval did not exist then. Vidhanasoudha was a vision in Hanumanthaiah’s dreams. I remember for a while professional wrestling took the town by the storm with fancy names like Swedish Angel. Majestic area was the hustle and buslte in downtown and a few new movie theters had been built with money from Bombay. The AIR station started (perhaps in 1954?). I remember going there with a reative of mine who used to called upon several times a year to do a musical performance and got paid Rs 25 or 30 for a 30 minute program. The second harmonic from the AIR station was also equally powerful that you could tune to it at the primary frequency and its second harmonic and get clear signals.
One of the things that is very vivid in my my memory was when the Prime Minister Nehru came and spoke at College grounds and Hanumanthaiah was doing the translation. The place was jam packed and sometimes Hanumanthaiah’s translations would be rather poor and Nehru would look at him in bewilderment.
I remember the USIS information library opposite the Corporation offices. Closeby was the weekend activity bt the Canara bank that gave college students books we could use.
I will add more on this at another time.
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I thought of a few more things from my days in Bangalore.
Traffic was certainly quiet at night; I had the habit of getting up very early in the morning to study (something like 3 or 3:30 am), and would hear the strikes of the clock at the Jayachamarajendra polytechnic institure across from my engineering college with a faint sound. That was atleast 4 miles away. As I think of it now, it is quite remarkable.
In Malleshwaram, I remember a very active basketball team called YMMA (Young Men’s Mandyam Association); and I remember the jumps of a player called Nayak. I also remember soo another competing team started as a splinter group which had mostly very tall men (6 ft and up). I remember thinking that these tall goes don’t have much talent, they just stand under the basket and dunk while the original team had finess, and moves and were very agile. I remember watching some basket ball games at the YMCA and people would get bored and start clapping shouting that they wanted Appaiah, an older basketball player from HAL, I think.
I also remember watching cricket matches in the College grounds in the center of town at central college, as well as the cricket grounds off MG Road. I recall West Indies playing a e day game and saw Wes Hall running almost all the way from the edge of the field to the stumps to deliver his fast ball, and how many players ducked. I also recall local players who were part of the state team – one comes to mind a TD Krishna a spinner who used to go to my father who was then the principal of Central High School seeking time off for his cricket days. I think he played for the state team a few years, but did not go further.
I also remember the cinema theater Swatik in Sheshadripuram where I saw some movies; I remember a screen between women and men at that theter to accomodate muslim girls and women.
As I said in my earlier comments, Canara bank was not the only one that loand books to students as part of their Public Relations campaign. I was the receipient of their generosity for several years. In addition, there was a news stand on Sampige road (between 8 and 7th cross roads) that also had a lending library of engineering books the owner performed as a service to the community.
Other things that got started during that period was Gandhi Sahitya Sangha by my uncle Siddavanahalli Krishna Sharma a devoted Gandhian who passed away in the 70’s. A few years ago on the hundredth anniversary of his birth, a committee reproduced all his writings and a section of Margosa road is named for him.
I remember meeting some writers of the day like Rajaratnam, Kasturi, TT Sharma and his brother TS Sharma, Devudu because they were all friends of my father. I also remember many music concerts at the Rama Mandiram next to Ganesh temple behind the vegetable market in Malleshwaram. The stage at the Rama mandir was also a venue for plays – one play that comes to mind was called “Bishop’s Candle Sticks.” I also have vivid memory of lectures by Chinmayananda on the Bhagavad Gita at the playgrounds of the Middle School in Malleshwaram. The Maharaja of Mysore, who was then the governor of Mysore, introduced him. I went to atleast 3 or 4 lectures and the entire program was in English and the place was jam packed.
The old Bengalore – how many times did I wait for the Madras train to cross the street before going forward to Race Course road or Majestic. I recall how the Congress party built a multistory buiding nect to where the Race Course road started; the building was a multi story building next to the Sheshripuram Intermediate college and was thinking how come all these politicians would go to the top of the building and watch the races with their binoculares.
I went to many “Exhibitions” in the large plot of land that is now the central bust stand. These exhibitions were part of annual entertainments for us and our family.
One other thing I recall is several times a year, Temple road (between 11th and 10th cross roads would have a very large shiny car parked a with some guards carefully watchging it. There was a special visitor to a house across the street from us, and after a few hours the car would be gone. Being curious, I went into that house and asked who the visitor was. They proudly announced that it was the movie star Vyjanathimala. The family in that house was her aunt and uncle and she would make a visit a few times a year anytime she was in Bangalore.
There are some memories of mine from the past.
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brilliantly written!!
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Bangalore, a city close to my heart, is always the special place reserved in my heart. A few more memories came back as I wrote the two piece a few days ago.
Karaga – the night procession once a year, happened on the night when movie houses would stay open all night waiting for the Karaga to pass by where you were standing. A sleepless night on the road from Majestic to central college with a row of cinema theaters is vivid in my mind.
In Malleshwaram, the Jutka stand was not far from the police station on 5th cross near the circle was the place to go to get a jutka as autos were not yet invaded the city. Many a time I rode by Binny mills to peddle to go to National college during my intermediate college days.
During engineering college days, we were foolish enough to carry the drawing board on one hand while we held on the bicycle handle on the other and peddle through Sheshadripuram and by race course roads; something I would never do today.
My mother, who rarely left the house, (I went to the market every day, and my father purchased staples) would insist on going to jewlery shops in chickpet as well as saree shops in chickpet and dodpet because she had a sharp eye for value and she was a fantastic negotiator. It would end up to be all day affair for her.
In the mid 50’s the Soviet Ballet Company came to Bangalore for a few shows at the Puttanachetty twon hall. I recall attending one of those performances where the cast was introduced by the Director of public Education, Mr. Mallaradhya. He really got carried away with the performers, particularly of the female variety. That made big headlines.
In late 50’s there was a major crime when many people in one family were murdered (it was part robbery) and it consumed Deccan Herald headline writers for weeks on the front page until the perpetrators were caught and eventually were put to death. The entire city was captivated by that murder. Reading the 50 years ago section of the Deccan Herald Internet edition brough back great memories of that time.
The industrialization of Bangalore was just getting started with Bharat Electronics, Hindustan Machine Tools were getting started. One of my brothers waited for a year before he was employed by BEL, and was sent to Holland to get trained on manufacturing Vacuum tubes. After he came back, I recall visiting the BEL factory floor to see the vacuum tubes being made. They made them for RCA, Phillips, Sylvania and RCA as well. Same vacuum tubes, but stamped with different logos.
The BEL housing colony had started, the HAL colony in Jayanagar was in full swing. My cousin lived there with her husband and children. He had worked as a radio engineer at HAL.
For younger students, the central college would put on an exhibit to promote science. The mathematics department had a paper on the wall writing Pi to 256 decimal places, would include math puzzles for kids to engage in, while the chemistry department would show endothermic and exthermic reactions, changes of state etc. The Physics department would show prisms, kaliedoscopes etc. The senior students were always helpful when you showed some interest, they would interact take time to explain the phenomenon.
In Malleshwaram there was a science club that lasted about 5 years. The club members met once a month and would hear a presentation on a specific topic of science. The professors from central college were often the presenters. What is very vivid for me is when Albert Einstein died, we had a series of 3 presentations on his work. This actually inspired me to study Releativity theory on my own and give a 30 minute presentation at a science competition at National college. I was 16 years old at that time.
May be I will remember more adventures of my youth
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Taking the bus on the city bus system was always an adventure. The bus service used to be called BTC (Bangalore Transport Company) and was nationlized and became BTS (Bangalore Transport Service). Of course the quality of service did not improve much. Many buses in Malleshwaram started at the corner of 18th cross and Margosa road next the Malleshwaram Boys High School. My sister tells me a few years earlier, that stone building had both boys and girls attending together. Peole who waited say by 11th cross would often be out of luch as the bus would be full. Many a time, you would see people walking up the Margosa road to 18th cross terminal itself to assure themselves that they could get a seat. A delight of course was watching many young women who were going to Maharani’s college for women, where very often you would see students from the engineering college hanging out doing practice in surveying; they would be dragging a 100 ft chain, a sextant and other pieces of equipment. It was often very funny to see both sexes wanting to interact, but sheepishly shy. I am certain times have changed now.
Bangalore was a pretty progressive town for women from the very beginning. The 50’s saw a woman as the mayor of Bangalore. I think her name was Indiramma. She was a good friend of my uncle Siddavanahalli Krishna sharma as well as my father who ususally was called Acharlu. He was born in Rallapalli, a small village in the Anantapur district, but got his education at Mysore Maharaja’s college.
The USIS had a very nice library of American literature. As I recall there was works of Hemingway, Thoraeu, Emerson, Longfellow, Faulkner, Twain, and some wonderful glossys of national parks in the US. Once I wrote President Lincoln’s Gettysburg speech completely on a post card and give it to one of the staff members and she was so impressed that she gave me a large collection of beautifyl glossy pictures of American landscapes. I cherished those for a long time. I believe the Karnatataka Tourist information office is there last time I was in bangalore in 2006.
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ERR, MeghaShyam Sirs,
Excellent writeup, which is truely treasurable. Thirsty for some more!!
Warm Regards,
Kiran
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I apologize for some obvious typos in my previous posts. I will clean them and start off in a separate blog soon and will announce that to folks who follow this blog. I thought in this section, I would offer some comments on our days in the engineering college.
I was at the engineering college (then called University college of engineering) for four years from 1956-1960. To be admitted, I remember going before a committee that included the principal, and some senior professors. One of them was BR Narayana Iyengar from Mechanical engneering. More on him later.
The first two years were fairly uneventful. The classes were rather large (40-50 students) and we did not declare our major until the third year. At that time, I declared to be in electrical engineering, and our class was a fairly small group of 18 students. So we all got to know each other quite well. If you can believe this, we did not get a class room assigned to us, but were given a small section of a hallway converted into a classroom for us in our final year. This “class room” was probably 12 feet wide and 25 feet long with a small chalk board. The 3rd year, we had fairly larger classrooms. We were the first group on a newly revised and upgraded curriculum that included electives in the final year. My choice was electronics and advanced mathematics.
The curriculum being new, most of the teachers we had were trying the material for the first time. The one I’d say who had the most difficulty was the one who taught electronics. The difference between the instructor and the student was typically no more than 12 hours – i.e. the instructor worked on the material he was teaching the night before and often was not very good at it. He was fairly young, perhaps 5 years older than us. BR Narayana Iyengar I mentioned earlier was supposed to have the first period (i.e., 7:30 am to 8:30 am) to teach us basic elements of mechanical engineering. Unfortunately, he did not show up at least 50% of the time, and sometimes he came to the class and it was obvious that he was visibly drunk. We did not learn much from him. Because of the new curriculum, we later found out that the people who made up the final exam were the same teachers who taught those classes. This perhaps made it difficult for students at the BMS college and the engineering college at Davanagere – the only two other schools with engineering curriculum at that time.
I had a lot of fun in the elective class on Mathematics. It was very sophisticated mathematics taught by a very experienced and very good instructor whose name I have forgotten. Infact the stuff he taught is still vivid in my memory even after almost 50 years. In fact after that experience, the math courses at Harvard and Stanford was a breeze for me. My German son-in-law who studied at Muenster university and is a professor of mathematics at Oregon State University in Corvallis (where I have lived for 32 years) is certainly astonished that they had drilled such advanced math to us in undergraduate level even as an elective. This made the study of electrical communication engineering really effortless.
What got me thinking about the possibility to study in the US was meeting four youth from the US (two girls and two boys). One was named Perumal- he had moved to the US and become a citizen from the island of Trinidad in the West Indies, and of course was on Indian origin. Trinidad is one of those islands that is almost 65% people descended from the Indians brough here 100 years ago by the British to cater to plantations of sugar cane as coolies or indentured servants. One of the girls went to school at University of California in Berkeley, and I spoke to her for quite a while. Unfortunately, I did not have the presence of mind to get her name and address so I could contact her if I ever got to the US. Of course at that time, I had no idea that I’d be going to the US for advanced studies.
I think it was during the third year in engineering college, exams were postponed because of a student strike. We were sent home a few days because of tear gas dispensed by the police. I remember my math professor come in to his office caughing and very annoyed.
In our final year, the department chairman, Paul Raju, invited some mid level managers from the Indian Naval Service. Four of them came with their shining dress and gave us a peop talk that it was important to the country to join the Navy. Paul Raju was very dissappointed when no one came forward to take the next step to consider Navy as a career.
Part of our education in the engineering college was to go on tours to southern India in the 3rd year and northern India during the fourth year. When we went south we visited Coimbotore, Trichy, Ernakulam, Kanya Kumari, Nilgiri Hills,Madras. During the final year we went to Bombay, Delhi, Bhakra Nangal (under construction then), Benares, Agra, Vishakapatnam, Hyderabad. We were forbidden to go to Calcutta (because of riots), but we were rebels and went anyway for half a day, and we were sworen never to mention it for the rest of the year particularly to Paul Raju, the department chair.
By the time we were in the third year, the central government started hading out excellent scholarships to students with the best grades, and a few of my classmates got the scholarship – a healthy Rs 200 a month or so. I remember the clerks at the office were extremely jealous as they did not make much more than that.
Engneering labs were as good as could be expected. The teachers encouraged us to build things. I built (or rebuilt from scratch) a motor, and worked on some transformers in the electrical lab. In the mechanical engineering building, we were all required to take shop – carpentry, machine tools, blacksmithing were all required to become an engineering. As I look back what a nice training it was. Many years later as I worked at Hewlett-Packard company in Corvallis OR, it was appaling to see many who graduated with high honors, but could not operate a lathe or a milling machine. We were trained to do that as a requirement to become an engineer.
Enough about my days in engineering college.
Of all the times when I was growing up (my wife of 32 years says, I am not grown up yet), water was a problem. When my father was building the house on Temple Road in Malleshwaram, there was no connection to city water. His contractor had some political connections and was able to petition the city to bring water to the street so that everyone on that street could get city water. But still, we got water for short periods of time. When I was visiting in 2006 for an extended period, I noticed that the situation has not improved for availability of water or electricty. For this day, it is really a shame that the city corporation has not really moved ahead serving the public. I understand that the population has exploded and all the public utilities are heavily streched, but still that should be the first priority for the local authorities.
Also in those days, when you applied for a passport, a representative from the police department came around and asked your neighbors about you for character reference. It certainly was the case for me and my brothers. It was pretty routine.
Do you all remember the times when a vendor would come around and seek work in splitting wood for cooking or for your bathroom to heat water; another common vendor would come and set shop in front of your front door and help put a nice coat of metal on your cooking vessels. It was actually fascinating to watch him work as he ensured a thin metal layer and that would last 4-6 months before he came back again for repeat treatment. Of course there were people peddling sarees coming about once a week. He would be carrying 50-100 sarees and would put on a show in the drawing room of your home.
The last time I saw some of my classmates was in the fall of 1960 when we were at the University Convocation in Mysore where we received our degrees. I had my degree given by the former Maharaja Jayachamarajendra Wodeyar who was then the governor of Mysore. I am still having trouble with the newer names of cities in India.
I will think some more and post some in a few weeks.
Thanks for those who have commented on my ramblings.
Megha Shyam
Corvallis, Oregon US
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What is the magnet that draws us to Bangalore? What we remember of our youth? Are they magnified in our minds? Many of these thoughts go through my mind as I started writing these pieces in the last week. This morning while doing a 10 km walk organized by a local hospital, I got to thinking a little more about those days, and the changes I saw when I was visiting Bangalore in Oct 2006 to mid January 2007.
My wife, who is not a native of India, but a descends from Swedish and German anscestors, is always an excellent person to observe, and offer astute comments that have always opened my eyes. It is really quite remarkable because in 1981 we had travelled to Israel and then spent 5 weeks in India visitng my parents and siblings. We had never been to Israel and I saw things that never caught her attention, and she saw things in India that never caught my attention. Her inputs are very important to me.
The first thing she noticed in 2006 was how less poluted Delhi had become, and how much more polluted Bangalore has become. We also saw lots of cell phones, signs asking people not not to drive after drinking, and the sheer size and intensity of traffic jams. We went to some of the malls (Garuda Mall, Kormangala mall), Commercial street, Brigade road, MG Road and specialty shops in Malleshwaram particularly with my savvy niece and the wife of my nephew. The restaurants we went to were certainly much better compared to the visit in 1981.
Drinking habits of people was certainly different in he 50’s. I remember a street on the way to City railway station from malleshwaram where a side road was a mecca for lo qulity liquor and you could see lower class hogging the area. The upper middle class went to clubs like the century club to drink. In the late 40’s around the time of independence and Gandhi’s murder, we lived in Malleshwaram between Margosa road and IV main road on 11th xross road. Our neighbor had a nice large home that the older man built, but his oldest son got a nice job and joined some clubs and we would constantly find him drinking. Too bad, he ruined his family and spent every penny he had on booze. We did not see much of that in the 50’s.
Palace orchard had not been converted to nice lots for houses. A major working session of the congres party came to town, brought a lot of people from all over the country, most likely bribed to convert palace orchard to a large housing development.
In Malleshwaram, before Vyalikaval became a reality, there was just fields. A public swimming pool was a playground. It was a nice sized pond (perhaps about 50000 sq. ft – a little over an acre) used as a public pool and the city corporation was responsible for the maintenance of the pond. It started deteriorting after a few bodies were discovered in the pool over a period of several months and people stopped going there to swim. Soon afterwards, Vyalikaval area was laid out. I know my uncle bought a plot and sold it to my brother who was also his son-in-law.
Mid 50’s broght some major changes to Bangalore, particularly in milk production and distribution. A major dairy coop with a lot of help from the central government came to Bangalore and introduced pasteurizing, and improving quality of milk. Mechanical methods were introduced to milk the cows, and ideas were beginning to improve production of cows for milk. We had a coop milk distribution center about 1/4 mile from our house at a relatively new building at the intersection of 11th cross and Sampige road.
I don’t know if you know that before AIR came to Bangalore, there used to be a radio station serving the entire state located in Mysore which was of course the capital of Mysore state. They were the first one to use the term “Aakasha Vani” a name that came out a ideas sent out by several listeners and college professors in Mysore. The winning entry belonged to Rallapalli Anathakrishna Sharma. He was a professor of Telugu at Mysore University and after he retired he spent 15 -20 years at the Tirupathi Venkateshwara University decifering the writings of Annamacharya and putting his music into a form that could be used by future singers. He actually received national recognition for it. I know all this, becase he was my uncle – my father’s older brother.
During that time, the results of the examinations of BE, BSc, MSc, Intermediate exams were announced on the radio. They would read the the number you used to write your examination. I remember my brother listening to the long and “boring” announcement that dragged on for many many hours when he was doing intermediate college. He failed one year and had to take the exam again and eventually passed and went on to become a very successful engineer/businessman. They stopped doing that by 1952. the results were available of course the next dy in the newspaper or you could go to the main office of Mysore University in Bangalore and look on the bulletin board for yourself. I went to see the results myself when I finished Intermediate college.
On the ugly side, there used to be little field near the Ganesha Mandiram next to Ram Mandiram between East Park and West park roads in Malleshwaram. The occupants of this field was RSS. The participants were mostly innocent kids early teen agers, and they would be shown simple drills, marching, and other discipline evoking things. Their political agendas were very carefully hidden. After Gandhi’s assasination, they seemed to go away from that part of Bangalore.
Deccan Herald and Prajavani were created and started in 1947, I think. The main English newspapers were Indian Express and the Hindu. Our family got Hindu. The first few years of its existence, Deccan Herald was very poor quality. But by the end of the decade they had improved substantially. The Hindu and Indian Express were not printed at that time in bangalore. They were printed in Madras and shipped by air every day from Madras. They would arrive at the HAL airport by 7:45 AM, and the carriers would start racing down to deliver the paper. I can still picture the carrier who delivered would come by our house in Malleshwaram promptly by 9:45 am. Mr. Kasturi was the publisher/editor and his writing style was excellent.
What drew people to Bangalore was the crime rate was very low. There was a family in Malleshwaram (lived around 15th cross and Temple road) and the man was diabled and could not leave the house. They had a dog who would be seen roaming carrying a bucket in his mouth. He was trained to go to a store deliver a request for a supply, and bring it back. The dog also carried envelope with money for the purchase and bring back the change from the store. I saw this with my own eyes for several years before the man passed away. Quite a sight, and I was told that he never lost any money and people honored the animal. Obvosuly the small bucket could only carry a limited supply of provisions nd he made several trips a day.
People were friendly and nice to each other; people spoke many different languages and were neighbors. We learned a little of each other’s language so that we could communicate. My mother tongue is Telugu, but am fully conversant in Kannada, know conversational Tamil, Malayalam and started learning Hindi in high school which was by this time a requirement.
I should also comment that high school was a wonderful time for me, even though I had to be on my best behavior as many of my teachers knew my father. That put the kabaash on me to make any trouble in class. But I had wonderful teachers in Physics, Mathematics, Chemistry and Biology. Those teacher’s words still ring in my ears evern after nearly 55 years.
I will stop for a while, and perhaps recall more in a few weeks.
Megha Shyam
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MeghaShyam Sir: you have missed out one aspect of old Bangalore. The mighty presence of the military vehicles on the streets then. OR was it just restricted to the Cantt area (since you have spoken of only old Bangalore). Even during the 80’s (later part), I remember seeing convoys of those green trucks going around the town. On our summer vacations at our grandpas, it was a daily ritual to count the number of trucks in the convoy passing by for their field practice. Also, there was a double decker train to Madras (as told to us by someone) and would wait for hours on the rooftop with binoculors to spot it (which never happened – not sure if there was any railway line or not in that direction where we used to see).
Another significant part of Bangalore were those double deckers & road trains (is that wat they were called?). Those twin bogie buses were almost extinct when I remember, but the red double deckers were plying even during the 90s. The road trains were grey painted & the double deckers were red. And there were those 3 wheeled bajals(?) along side the autorikshaws.
The only tall building was the Public Utilities Building on MG Road. The next taller ones were the two towers at high point/chalukya hotel cirle). Other than these, there were no other buildings higher than 4 storeys high as far as I remember (agree I was too small & was here on vacations then).
Fast Forward: Bangalore 2010 (or say 2009?)
Bangalore still has a system of its own.
Only the original few still have the luxury of first sip of coffee when they wake up though as everyone is in a hurry to leave home early morning. The first workers these days would be those company bus drivers & cleaners. Milkmans go around with sachets of milk n not cows.
The able & not so able bodies are forced to wake up, be ready by 6.30am & stand by the street corners waiting for those ever flowing TCS, Satyam, HP, Infosys, Cognizant, Wipro, Cerner, Philips etc company buses while the normal working people stand gaping at this luxury while they have to wait for govt buses which never seem to come. The dull uniforms have replaced the white collared workers with laptops slinging arnd their shoulders.
So, the system still continues :P
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fantastic article, simply superb…..all non bangaloreans
should be kicked out…….its high time that government does something right now… about this (especially software killing the younger generation with all work pressure…corporate level…no time for family) there are hardly any more bangaloreans left.. all rates have gone up… people who are migrated from other cities are the major cause…we want our old peaceful city bangalore back……
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Buster says that I did not write about the 80’s. In the 80’s I made 3 visits to India and two of them took me to Bangalore. The first one was in 1981 when I came to Bngalore to introduce my wife Jeannie to my parents. Jeannie and I got married in 1978 and I was fortunate my oldest brother and his wife were able to attend our wedding in a small city called Paradise, California in the home of a friend. My wife was born and raised in Los Angeles and her grandparents were of Swedish origin. Her father was from Philadelphia area. We have 3 children of which only two are living today. Oue youngest daughter Patti dies suddennly in 2006. Our other daughter lives 5 miles away and a son who lives in Chica, California. I have several more relatives, a brother in California, a nephew in California, several cousins etc.
I am retired now and do a lot of volunteering in various agencies in this town of 50,000 and activle participate in Adult Education. Today, I gave a 2 hour presentation on what I called Junk Science – i.e, science done with a hidden agenda and often with a previously predermined results.
In the states, I spent 2 years at Harvard University and finished 3 years at Stanford University.
So now, you have a little background about me.
As I said above the second trip I took to India took me to Hyderabad to attend the funeral of my older brother. It was a difficult journey to amke and I was only in Hyderabad for 4 days. Later I went with my wife to Delhi to the opening ceremonies of the Baha’i Temple (Lotus Temple) in Delhi and made a trip to Bangalore for a week or so.
These trips to Bangalore at that time were very short and spent most of my time with family and my nieces and nephews. I ventured out very little from our home on Temple Road (alas it is no more. It was sold in late 80’s by my father. It makes going past it a difficult experience as I had a lot of fun growing up in Bangalore in the late 40’s and all of 50’s.
The things I recall vividly from those early days in Bangalore were the air sirens during WWII, essentialy asking us to go in the house, political activity in Bangalore, walking down to Malleshwaram middle School and later high school on Sampige Road, pass by and smell wonderful bread on the Iyengar Bakery next the market on Sampoige road between 10th cross and 8th cross. Some times, I would go with my father to a coop which was a bank as well as a place to buy grocery. We bought sugar and rice there along with groundnut oil. Sometimes we would go and play table tennis or suttlecock at a gym next to the coop.
High school days were filled with constant excitement for me. I had very very good teachers in Physics, Chemistry, Biology and especially mathematics. My math teacher, MP Narasimhachar, MP as he was called was a long time family friend who would be coming to visit us every day and would checkin with us. The mathematics he taught rings in my head even today. He was that good. The Physics instructor I had was also a very good instructor who encouraged constant inquiry, wanted to be persistent in our quest for excellence. I remember him and his excellent English.
During my intermediate college years, I usually rode a bicycle to Basavangudi’ National college. There again I had very good techers KV Sampathgiri Rao, HV Gundu Rao, Dwarakanath, H Narasimhaiah and Deshikachar all have had great influence on me. My mother did not always approve my going all the way to Basavanagudi, but one of my brothers went there and he and I were there together for a year.
Lunch was always an adventure. We would go by the bustand in Basavanagudi for our lunch. I’d probably would not step in those places today, but that was what we could afford coming from some very difficult years from a financial perspective. One of the things we did as teen agers was to take long walks in small groups. It was not uncommon to walk from our house in Malleshwarm to MG Road.
More later.
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I am staying in Ist Block area of Koramangala. Surprisingly some of the nostalagic elements are still very much alive. Especially sopuuu…, rangoli maa.. rangoli, mallige hooovu..
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Last time I was in Bangalore was Oct 2006 to Jan 2007. My wife Jeannie and I spent some time visitng my sister who is turning 83 next January. We spent almost a month with her. We used her house as the home base as we traveled to Hampi, Bandipur, Belur, Halebed, among other places. We also visited Madhugiri where I spent 4 years while going to Elementary school. I have vivid memories of Madhugiri, because my only sister was married there during WWII, (1944 I think), and a younger brother of mine died from spinal meningitis. While traveling back from Madhugiri, our cab had a flat tire. The cabwala was trying to get it fixed as we waited, we were surrounded by the children of that village. They were curious about us. They wanted to know whether my wife knew how to wear a sari, wanted to look at American currency, asked why we did not bring our children with us etc.
One of the mothers of these kids joined us, and I was talking to her in Kannada, and asked how many kids she has. She said one, and her mother was standing behind her and blurted out “One is enough”. I thought to myseld Wow what a change in attitudes even a rural India. It made me proud to hear the mother speak up, something I would have expected when I was growing up in Bangalore during the 50’s.
Another think that struck me was the cabwala we used. When we went on various trips, and stopped for lunch or dnner we would insist that he join us at the same table. He was reluctant at first, but soon decided to join us so that we could converse with him. He opened up and said that he has two daughters and he is very proud to send them to private schools for their education. I understood that the gvernment schools have really deteriorated in their quality, a sharp contrast from my high school days. He wanted to make sure that he introduced his wife to us; his children were not in the area, otherwise we would have met them too. He became a friend and insisted on his taking us around all the time during the time we were in Bangalore, and picked us up at the HAL airport when we arrived after a grand tour of India.
I am saying this because I found the basic attitude of people has changed. There seems to be a lot more respect for education as the ticket for getting out of poverty – something that was not always come across in the past.
The other thing I remember from that trip the 3 hour drive each way from Vidyaranyapur to Electroncs City to see my friend Srinivas. I am told the drive should get much shorter when the road construction is completed. I look forward to that when I spent 10 weeks in India next July-September time frame.
We just returned from a 2 week trip from Israel, and was happy to see that there are direct flights to Mumbai from Tel Aviv. I remember how much difficulty we had in 1981, when we were trying to get to India from Israel, but had to go to Rome and found out that there was a pilot strike, and go to Frankfurt before catching a plane to Delhi.
Bangalore always a soft place in my heart as a city one never forgets. In the mid 90’s, I was there on a dfficult mission as I saw my older brother pass away and my parents were heartbroken. At the same time, my nephew wanted to get married, and at the insistence of my mother (then her mid 80’s) encourage them to go register at a court so that they could be married before my older brother passed away and that is exactly what happened. When I took my nephew and his bride to theplace to register their marriage, I literally saw how the fellow was taking bribes openly. I just paid him the proper fees, he looked at me to give a dirty look, but I just said thanks very much for your service and left. He looked a little bewildered when he did not get his cut. I had a good teacher in High School was was a family friend who taught me how to handle some of these crooks who always want their cut.
I look forward to my trip next year and celebrate with my classmates the 50th anniversary of our graduating from the University College of Engineering. It should be a lot of fun and very glad to see my old classmates.
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Happy new year everybody!
As I sit and wait for the midnight hour to come to welcome 2010, I look forward to coming to Bangalore in July and stay for 7-10 weeks. I look forward to a reunion of us graduating 50 years ago from the University college of engineering. We were the first batch of a new curriculum introduced that year. A similar gathering for the classmates living in US and Canada will be happening in Chicago area in May.
What is great about remembering about Bangalore is that it was a cpty with a heart. Crime rate was low, and you could walk anywhere without fear at any time of the day or night. In the early 50’s, I used to go to an art class every Sunday; often we would go outdoors and sketch scenes in color. I was never good at it, so I did not continue. However, coming from a musically oriented family, I had enormous exposure to classical music. My father used to play an instrument called Gotuvadyam, and he offered to teach me the instrument when I was about 12 or so. But I politely declined as I wanted to focus on studies – something I have regretted all my life. Today, I am able to enjoy some excellent classical music through Youtube. I got hooked on both north and south Indian classical music.
Before Vivi Bharati, on All India Radio, there used to be classical music on Saturday evening for 90 minutes alternating south and north Indian traditions. It was wonderful to close your eyes and take in delightful melodies be it from Ravi Shankar, Ali Akbar Khan, Bismillah Khan or ML Vasantha Kumari, MS Subbalakshmi or Lalgudi Jayaraman, or Violanist Chowdaiah. For classical music, Mysore was more of a cultural center because of the royal patronage. I clearly remember a wonderful concert between the violinsts Chowdah and Yehudi Menuhin from Israel. I am so happy to see the music hall built in Malleshwaram in Chowdaiah’s honor. I heard him in our living room in Malleshwaram as he was a good friend of uncle and my father.
During my days at the Malleshwaram High School, as well as the National intermediate college, it was a common sight to see the new plastic toys from Japan begin to invade India. Yoyos made the scene probably in 1953, and most kids used to have them all the time. By mid 50’s when the Hini playback singer Mukesh sang “Mera juta hai japani …”, it is very vivid in my my mind how true it was.
Elections and campaigns seemed like very evocative times. A doctor on Sampige road and 7th cross (Dr. T. Parthasarathy I think) ran for a sat in the legislative assembly. His campaigns were always colorful. Often you would see competing campaigns raising their voices to the shigrin of the onlookers. Sometimes, they would have people parade around in costumes shouting at the top of their voice. The doctor’s office was always very busy and often you waited 2-3 hours before you got to see him. I think he won the election once and lost a few times. I may be wrong there. He was a nice gentleman and was very helpful to the poor who came to him.
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Dear Shanks,
I took me back to my childhood days. I was an active boy in around chamrajpuram MDTDB, Tamil medium school (Opp Mohan orchestra). Those days’ pencil matches used to be more exciting than nowadays T-20.
Can we forget Ram Navami celebrations? (chamarajpuram, near MDTDB) which used to be an excuse for us to spend the night out. Yesudas , M.S.S, Balamurali, Lalgudi Jayaraman used to provide background score for our eyes spies game with boys and girls.
Our summer holidays used to start with a trip to chamundi hills by 1000 steps. (i have counted it.. a little more perhaps). It so happened during one of those trips, during the halfway near the Nandi, we heard the roar of a lion and ran down the steps in panic only to realize later that it was from the Zoo.
Who can forget the kukkurahalli lake and the ghostly stories attached to it. There were claims among our group of sighting ghosts and mohinis in black and white. Our bird watching days at this lake used to be an adventure of sorts.
Games like kaddi aata, gilli dandu, anni, mara kothi, tikki were played with seriousness and fun
Theatres like Ganesha, sterling, shyamsundar used to be the most visited by our clan.
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Ashok’s comments about Chamarajnagar reminded of going there several times a year to visit my cousin and her family. Vijaya, my cousin, wad several kids by mid 50’s and it was always a wonderful visit to visit her. I remember getting off the bus and talking a long walk (about a mile or so) to get to her house. The street had lot of trees so that walking in the summer was tolerable with all the shade provided by those forward looking city fathers from the 40’s who made sure that they were in place when the street was built. The same thing can be said for Margosa road in malleshwaram. I could hardly believe how tall and wide the trees had become particularly from 18th cross road all the way to 7th cross road.
Our house was always a welcome place for musicians. My uncle Rallapalli Ananthakrishna Sharma did a lot of work codifying the music of Annamacharya in the 50’s when he moved to Tirupati after retring from Maharaja’s college in Mysore.When he would come and stay with us for a few weeks, we always had musicians like MS Subbalakshmi, Lalgudi Jayaraman and Chowdaiah. It was a real treat to listen to their conversations that we were allowed to do.
Hopefully, when I visit Bangalore (sorry Bengaluru), I will make an effort to vist some of the places I used to hang around in Malleshwaram. I noticed during my last visit, Temple Road in malleshwaram when I lived there used to be a sleepy road, but now it a very busy street with the addition of new restaurant at the corner of 10th and Temple road. Since my knee replacement surgery 3 years ago, I can walk without getting tired and that really is going to be a rallying call for me to do a lot of walking. Our old house is no more; was torn down some years ago and has been replaced by a 6 flat apartment complex. More when I return this summer.
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Nice read !….Sharing this with friends :)
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I will be in Bangalore this July and August spending time with my sister now 83, and many nieces and nephews as I gather more material for writing a family history, possibly a series of stories for a collection of my experiences in Bangalore and the US in the past 50 years. I started gathering a series of stories at the gym I go to everyday where everyone is over 50, and many are in their 80’s and 90’s. I have collected some wonderful stories, and perhaps they will all come together a series of short stories in a book. I am trying to find an editor who can help in this adventure.
I am also in Bangalore to celebrate 50th anniversary of our graduating from the University College of Engineering (now called Visheshwaraih College of Engineering). As it turned out, we were the first batch as they had revised curriculum pretty extensively, and many of the teachers were also very new to the new curriculum. We were a small class in electrical engineering. Our class size was probably 24, and we were a closeknit group. I lookforward to seeing many of them as well as some of our teachers who are still in good health.
I will write about the events after I return back to the US.
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I am a Josephite meaning, a student of St. Joseph’s College at Residency Raod. I was branded the most mischivous boy in section “B” Intermediate. I distinctly remember once i bunked classes and went to Imperial theater just about a hundred yards to see “picnic” a movie with Kim Novak as the heroine. I just got my ticket and saw the Rector of the college (Fr. Cohelo) just walking towards me. I just stood like a zombie didn’t know what to do. Rector then said in his somewhat stern voice, what do you think you are doing here at this time. Get back to the class!! Then of course I had no alternative but to confess that i bunked the classes to see the movie. I was of course very scared that Fr. Cohelo would award me very severe punishment. I thanked God that Fr. just laughed it off and told me to see him in his chambers after the movie. I was thinking that at least there will be a penalty of Rs.3/- I did not have even 3 anas in my pocket. Again I thanked my stars when father told me to go home and study hard lest he be forced to send a Regd. letter to my dad!!
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I was in Bangalore for seven weeks this past July and August spending time in Vidyaranyapuram and Vyalikaval with my relatives. I did no venture out much as I got sick with Acid reflux that lasted almost all of August.
This time, I enjoyed traveling in the red buses to many areas of Bangalore. Since my last visit in 2006, many things have happened – new airport, ring road to electronics close to completion (?), lots of construction for Namma Metro. I spent a few hours at my old alma mater – the University college of engineering at KR circle and spoke to a few students. I visited the store found in the entrance lobby, new faces of course, but same set up even after 50 years. Somethings never change.
This time, I had a hard time recognzing any houses on Margosa Road or Sampige Road in Malleshwaram. With Mantri Mall open at the south end of Sampige road, I spent some time there as well. Did not try KFC or Taco Bell – don’t do that here in the US, so was not very keen to try it in India. The character of Bangalore has changed so much that it is hard to recognze even major land marks, and the speed bumps, and some one ways make it difficult to get oriented. But I did manage to get by. I did get to Ramakrishna Ashram and meet Swami Harshananda. He is a relative by marriage, and it is always nice to see him. I like his writings and got some books there and some CDs there as well. I went to the flower show at Lal Bagh around independence day and it was quite nice.
I notice that the number of cars has perhaps doubled since my last visit, and high rise flats seem to be found everywhere. I found that bureacracy is not limited o government. Even at a bank I had to wait for the staff to come back lazily after their lunch break, with no customer service during their lunch period. It somehow does not occur to them that they can stagger the lunch for their employees so the customers are always served at all times when the bank is open. All I was trying to do was to get some change for a Rs. 1000 note. I like the new design for the Rupee symbol.
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Thank you for the great artcles on Bangalore and particularly Malleswaram.
We lived in Malleswaram when I was born (1959).
My grandfather was the Postmater and had a very small quarters next to the post office on 11th cross infront of the Krishna Temple.
Later he built a house at the end of 17th cross towards Rajajinagar.
Malleswaram ended there with a railway line going from Malleswaram station towards Yeshavanthpur. Later they built a bridge to Rajajinagar.
Almost everyone from our house went to Malleswaram Ladies Association.
In the 60s we lived on Margosa Road close to 15th cross. We rented our house from HV Nanjundiah grand son of HV Nanjundiah the first vice chancellor of Mysore University.
Later on I studied at National High School, National College and UVCE.
When my father studued (1947 batch) UVCE was called College of Engineering. Wish I could go to Bangalore and take my father (87 years now) to the UVCE Mega reunion (Jan 02-03 2011). Infact, 6 of our family members went to UVCE.
We moved to Jayanagar in 1978.
Our days at Malleswaram was really golden. There was so much open space. We used to go to Panchavati of Sir CV Raman to plat. Chitrapur mutt and IISc were other places for our picnics and playing. Noe Malleswaram looks like a concrete jungle with so many apartment complexs.
First apartment complex in Malleswaram was in the 6th main and 14th cross built by Vergese (called Vergese colony). They used to film movies in his house also (including Govadalli CID with Rajakumar).
There is a lot to write about good old Malleswaram.
That will take a lot of time and space.
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Dear Megha Shyam. I noticed in one of your posts(19 September 2009 at 2:23 am), you have a reference to Prof. BR Narayana Iyengar. You mentioned that Prof. BR Narayana Iyengar never showed up 50% of the time and was visibly drunk when he came to class. I do not believe there is one bit of truth in these statements. In fact, students from other colleges such as BMS college of engineering used to go to UVCE specifically to attend his lectures. I am not sure what issues you had with Prof. BR Narayana Iyengar but trying to defame him with such baseless statements is not right. Prof. BRN was considered one of the best professors of his time and you will realize it if you happen to attend one of his annual memorial lectures at the Institution of Engineers in Bangalore.
I seriously hope you get to see this message and respond. I would like to speak with you to discuss this further.
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BRN Drunk? What a load of rubbish! We from NIE used to go to our Mech and Elec labs in the UVCE as it is called now. I never saw him drunk. Meg Shyam who seems to be lonlely in a foreign land and has forgotten what B’lore was then, to note from his lengthy reflections( I too am in a foreign land but my memories are vivid). I woked in B’ore for a time and was a frequent visitor from Mysore.
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Well I had not checked in this site for a while. Whatever the two of you think of BRN, I know what I saw and I stand by my comments. Yes he was supposed to teach a class to us EEs and had chosen the first class in the morning (7 or 7:30 AM) and yes he did not show up for more than 50% of the time. I saw him drunk, with a neighbor who lived on 11th cross. I stand by my comment with my head held high. No backtracking.
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Responding to Nag above – Yes BRN was a very good teacher. My only regret is that he did not show up for the class that is all. When he lectured in the class, he was an excellent teacher; that I have no doubt. My comments are strictly limited to my experience at University College of Engineering. The year I reference here is 1958-59. I had many contacts with him when I was a student and outside the class, he was always pleasant..
Also Vijay’s comment runk. “who seems to be lonlely in a foreign land and has forgotten what B’lore was then, to note from his lengthy reflections” – what nonsense you speak. You don’t know me and you have the arrogance to make idiotic comments about me. Shame on you.
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I came to Bangalore in 1963 and lived here for about nine years till I was transferred out, to return much later, only on account of the strong affiliation and even allegiance I felt towards the city. I cant identify that attachment, but it might have been the cosmopolitan culture that had prevailed long before the IT tag got attached to it. Bangalore was posh, English-speaking and a technocrat’s paradise.
In my twenties then, I would walk all the way from Commercial Street to City Market and never feel tired. It was the BTS bus journey that would fatigue me, though.
Ah, if I could only walk along a Bangalore road now!
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Dear Megha Shyam,
It is rally wonderful to read the awesome details in and around Bangalore. I was a student of Sri.R.A.Phanishyayi at the National College,Basavangudi. He was an erudite scholor is his subject of
social Science. He introduced us first to the book of A.L.Basham, the Wonder that was India. Incidentally his son Dr.R.P.Shyamsunder was my stsudent at the same college and my colleague at CFTRIMysore.What a taciturn brilliant boy he was.
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Dear Mr. Kumar
Phanishyayi, who passed away recently, was my cousin (My father’s brother’s son). It is a small world indeed. Shyamsunder you refer here moved back to Bangalore after a very successful career at a National Lab in Delhi. The book by Bhasham is indeed a wonderful introduction to India’s past, well written and well referenced.
I will be visiting Bangalore later this year. perhaps we can meet over a cup of coffee. You can contact me via e-mail shyam.megha@gmail.com
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