The Mystic Piano Tuner, Mr. Ratnagar, Bombay, 1985
Photography often draws on
different sentiments to connect the viewer emotionally with the images on
display. While the degree of the connect with photographs is often determined
by how closely the viewer can directly relate to the subjects photographed, it
can however be extended to include the associations the viewer has made with
their own impressions of the subjects over the years, impressions largely based
on the portrayal of the subjects in different mediums of mass consumption,
films, literature, and the media.
Add to it the viewer’s own infrequent
personal experiences involving the photographed subjects, and curiosity goes up
a notch, seeking to “know more” about ‘them’. And when mass media screams ‘a
community on the verge of extinction’ the curiosity acquires an urgency as if goading
a potential gallery visitor into “go and see them before they disappear” will
somehow deign to pull “them” back from the brink – “them” being the Parsis.
And so I believe was partly the
reason that drew me into visiting Sooni Taraporevala’s photography exhibition
“Parsis”, currently underway at Chemould Prescott Road Gallery, Fort, Mumbai.
The exhibition of photographs ends on 6 April [now EXTENDED to 4 May]. Visit it.
The point is – motivation to go
and see a photography exhibition must necessarily derive from more than a mere
“let’s see what the photography exhibition is about”, and must instead spring
from a personal frame of reference that can extend the experience of seeing the
photography on display beyond mere frames. It must necessarily widen the
viewer’s frame of reference to acquire further meaning to the motivation that
originally enthused them into making the trip to the gallery. It should at some
level strengthen existing sentiments positively and make the experience
memorable.
~
When Krishna
and I made our way to the Chemould Gallery in Fort to see Sooni’s portrayal of
the Parsis, we did so with mixed feelings.
While we were curious of a
glimpse into a well respected community framed by one of their own, we were
aware of the tenuousness of the link that now binds the Parsis with their
adopted homeland, India ,
given the steady decline in their numbers over the years, imbuing our visit
with a touch of poignancy.
To step into the gallery to see
the Parsis was to do two things at once – see them in a way that few
‘outsiders’ have managed to, delighting in the charming simplicity of Sooni’s
portrayal of a gentle and genteel community seemingly at ease with mores that
characterised the past than those of a turbulent present, and reflect over an
illustrious legacy made all the more poignant by fears, not all of which are
unfounded, concerning their survival as a vibrant community of traders, businessmen,
artists, art patrons, educators, industrialists, philanthropists and the like.
Unlike other photography
exhibitions I’ve been to before, I stepped into the Chemould Gallery not expecting
to be surprised as I’m wont to do with photography exhibitions, but rather seeking
to reinforce and strengthen or reorient my own impressions of the Parsis gathered
over the years, most notably from the books Trying
to Grow and Tales From Firozsha Baug
by Firdaus Kanga and Rohinton Mistry respectively, both Parsis, and as also
from Rohinton Mistry’s other celebrated book, Such a Long Journey.
Then there were the films
revolving around the Parsi community – Pestonjee
[1987], and Percy [1985], the latter a
Gujarati language film adapted from Cyrus Mistry’s short story. I saw Percy on
Doordarshan many years ago, and for some reason the film haunts to this day.
And who can forget the kindly
souls, Parsi widowers Homi Mistry and Nargis Sethna, from Basu Chatterjee’s Khatta Meetha (1978). Khatta Meetha engaged audiences with the
light-hearted ‘turmoil’ that stirs up when both families learn of Homi Mistry’s
impending marriage with Nargis Sethna. Then there was Basu Chatterjee’s other
film Baaton Baaton Mein (1979). Need
I say more?
While I haven’t seen Little Zizou, Sooni Taraporevala’s own
film portraying her community, I was as a result doubly curious and keen to go
see her photography show. She’s done well with her portrayals, more so with her
B&W images than colour.
In some ways, at a sub-conscious
level I must’ve been seeking to put a face to the characters appearing in these
books and films while also hoping the faces would be framed in the settings I
had come to imagine from their descriptions in literature and films portraying
the community.
~
We took an old lift up three
floors. On the wall along the stairwell hang posters from past exhibitions,
several from as long back as the 1960s.
One could linger around the
framed posters for, many belong to artists who were beginning their journeys
back then when they were little known. Many of those names are now feted and grace
India ’s
Art Scene as mastheads, their works drawing phenomenal sums.
The posters are simply made, with
none of the flourish one has come to expect in these days of digital
technology.
One of the posters announces the
opening of the late M. F. Husain’s Impressions
Of Kabul, a series of drawings exhibited at the Chemould Gallery between
August 18-31, 1965.
A large door let us in. And like
with the posters we go back in time, to a Bombay
of a timeless variety.
Upon entering the gallery, the
section to the left is announced thus:
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
The section showcases photographs
of eminent Parsis, some of whom are well know across India , notable among them JRD Tata,
Dr. Homi Bhaba, Dr. Homi Sethna, Field Marshall Sam Maneckshaw, Nani
Palkhivala, the pioneering photographer Ms. Homai Vyarawala.
Among the famous names are
photographs of other lesser known members of the community, now departed; among
them photographers Sam Tata, Pandit Firoz Dastur, cricketer Polly Umrigar, Ratan
Modi, Behram Contractor (Busybee) and Sooni’s grandfather Ader Tareporevala at
Bora and Mebsons having his fountain pens repaired pause my eye, centring the
gaze on faces.
The B&W image showing Band
leader and accordionist Goody Seervai playing his accordion in front of the
mike sporting ‘Chicago Radio’ at what appears to be an event is particularly interesting.
In this picture on mute I can imagine the accordion lending its voice to the
evening.
In the context of the community,
the label ‘Gone But Not Forgotten’ rung an ominous tone.
Most of the photographs show the
Parsis up and about in Bombay ,
framing their lives in the unrelenting chaos of the city even as it sheltered
many a quiet corner or so I believe because a picture can cut out the chaos
beyond the frame.
But surely the elderly Parsi
woman standing in the door and throwing her head back and laughing away behind
the shoulder high gate in Poona must live in a quiet lane, of the kind one
might associate with older parts of Mumbai which in turn many would readily
associate with the Parsis even if the demographic has changed from back then.
Parsis and quiet kind of go
together, atleast in the public eye for it’d take a brave man to bet his last
rupee on it. The pictures on display however reinforce this impression. Maybe
it has to do with the age group Sooni has portrayed, mostly the elderly, and by
consequence, a certain quiet dignity within the frame.
It’s easy to imagine an old
neighbourhood when looking at the pictures, neighbourhoods that’ve been spared
the hullabaloo of thriving neighbourhoods home to migrant communities as
opposed to long-time residents.
While people lend their
personality to the place, the opposite can be equally true. Neighbourhoods lend
their character to the people who live in there.
I was particularly taken in by
the B&W photographs framing the community in Navsari, and Udvada in Gujarat .
For some reason the B&W image
of a Parsi family on the terrace of Cozy building showing two elderly Parsi
gentlemen lounging in chairs while a middle-aged man with prominent sideburns,
a half-smile playing on his lips, leans over the parapet, looking down on the
lane below reminded me of Freddie Mercury even though there was little or no
similarity between the explosive Parsi rocker and the serenity on this man’s
face.
Walking along the gallery walls,
each simultaneously a revelation and the imagined, it’s impossible not to be
moved by the images the photographs evoke in the mind’s eye, images that don’t
exist on the walls but are instead extended by the viewer’s own perception of a
ancient people, their lives, and their ways.
~
Queens Mansion, Prescott Road, Fort
In some ways, it is perhaps
fitting that the Chemould Gallery currently exhibiting Sooni Taraporevala’s
photography exhibition “Parsis” is barely a stone’s throw away from the J. B.
Petit High
School
Designed by George Twigge in the
Italian Gothic style, the well known girl’s school was built in 1860 and was
originally known as Ms. Prescott’s Fort
Christian School
Among the school’s benefactors at
the time was Premchand Roychand whose generous donation of Rs. 50,000 toward
the construction of the girl’s school came with a rider that when it came to
admitting Indian girls to the planned school there’d be restriction on their
numbers nor would they be turned away on account of inability to pay fees.
It was this condition that the
well known Parsi businessman, Jehangir Bomonjee Petit, would later use
effectively in the High Court when arguing against the handing over of the
school, by then renamed to Frere-Fletcher
School
Jehangir Bomonjee Petit argued
that Cathedral Girl’s School discriminated against Indian students and that
handing Ms. Prescott’s Fort
Christian School
Subsequently the school was
turned over to the Parsi gentleman J. B. Petit and a Board of Trustees in 1921.
Upon Jehangir B. Petit’s demise, it was renamed after him. The name still
stands – J. B. Petit high School for Girls.
As benefactors, businessmen and
individuals, the Fort precinct is in many ways synonymous with the Parsis. The
D. N. Road that the lane in which the J. B. Petit Girl’s School stands is itself
named after Dadabhai Nowroji, a Parsi. He was
The leafy lane bridges D. N. Road
to the east, and M. G. Road to the west, together home to imposing 19th
century buildings constructed in various architectural styles using local building
material, stones named Porbunder, Hemnagar, and Kurla.
It’s approaching late afternoon
when Krishna and I find our way to the Queen’s
Mansion on Prescott Road
after first taking the opposite lane past J. B. Petit High School.
Opposite Queens Mansion, Prescott Road, Fort
From the sidewalk the Raj era stone buildings rise stolidly. Where trees do not obscure their facades, parked buses and tempos do. On the pavement lined by trees a young couple is cosying up in the shade of a tree, seeking privacy between the tree and a parked school bus. The girl is in the all enveloping black burka and hurriedly withdraws from the embrace as we pass them, giggling as she does so.
I wish I had carried by DSLR
camera along.
It’s not enough to capture the
moment in the mind’s eye if the moment is to be preserved for posterity of
sorts.
Sooni must’ve realised the need
for it somewhere along the way. And I’m glad she did.
Note: Sooni Tareporevala’s Parsis is currently on at the Chemould Prescott
Road Gallery, Fort, Mumbai until 6 April [now EXTENDED to 4 May].
It’s worth going a long way to
see it.
