Anglo-Indians: Bharat Mata is Our Motherland by Melvyn Brown

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Pioneer Melvyn Brown- The Full Movie

Anglo-Indian Reunion Calcutta 2013: What Might Have Been by Melvyn Brown

The International Reunion of Anglo-Indians over the years has always been a warm, welcome and invigorating experience for all. It brings back memories ,opens the doors to meet and greet others of the community : to bond with the circles of those who try to dilute the pain and suffering of those others based in austere economical conditions ; who live in broken shelters of home and hearth. Every Reunion has a symposium, the theme always revolves around what can be done and should be done for the upliftment of the tragic few “left behind”.
Sorry, there are no destitutes among Anglo-Indians in Calcutta. Sorry, there are no cases of Anglo-Indians starving and dying of malnutrition in Calcutta. The word ‘destitute’ means , not having a single coin to their name. And ‘starving’ would mean not having anything to eat. Highlighting these aspects would be ridiculous. Yes, the poorest of the poor Anglo-Indians in Calcutta are struggling in our midst.  They are , you could say ‘below-the-poverty line’ : if you wish, the ‘lower-middle-class’.
Tentatively talks at Reunions agree and disagree on taking courses of action which often pleases both sides and leaves the poor poorer . A mother received one kilo of edible oil (in her rations) ;she sold the oil to buy her newborn child milk – and personally, had not much left for her food. The rice (in her rations was collected over the weeks and sold to pay the house rent). Speakers at Reunions elaborate on economic strife. The rupee value per family in the open market is seldom considered. There is a ‘pension’ allotment for the aged tied with a short fuse. How about calling it ‘personal help’ allotment ? All this is incredibly sad, if you see the other side of the picture.
Celebration plans for Reunions have never failed to amaze. Every one of the eight Reunions, so far, have been praised and justified for their prodigious sunshine and energy in plan layout and eventual success. Rightly so. All previous Reunions have had the’ poor Anglo-Indians’ at heart. The poor, especially in Calcutta.
Now, for the first time the Ninth Reunion is being held at Calcutta itself. The host is the Calcutta Anglo-Indian Social Service.  The decision to host the event in Calcutta was a welcome chord. The opportunity to directly be in touch with the poor was a dream come true for the community’s most-in-want. It was a significant first step.
After all the eight Reunions across the globe one might have welcomed a special Day in the program when poor Anglo-Indians could be made to feel welcome without having to buy an event-ticket : to enjoy a sumptuous lunch, have fun and games, and to leave with a special gift which would be engraved in each poor heart for generations to come.
Imagine, all those from abroad who subscribed to every Reunion stepping forward to shake the hand of poor Anglo-Indians. At a Calcutta Reunion there should be no time for a Symposium – only for the poor in the community. Also, the river cruise could have been kept aside. After all, being witness to the smiles and laughter of the poor no amount of money could ever buy.
It is now virtually certain that what might have been may yet be possible somewhere else, when Calcutta’s poor Anglo-Indians can be taken on a tourist flight to shake hands with their better off brethren. Love can work miracles.

Slice of England on Elliott Road!

TIMES NEWS NETWORK [ SATURDAY, DECEMBER 07, 2002 10:19:13 PM ]

NILANJANA BHOWMICK  "It’s on Elliot Road... just enter through Ripon Street and pass by St. Mary’s Church and my house will be 300-400 metres from there." When the taxi deposited me outside my destination, I looked around to see a typical Kolkata bylane, congested with traffic, loud motorcycle horns, people sitting on the ledge of houses chatting, leisurely footsteps making way for small items of groceries from the neighbourhood stores. There was a subtle sense of decay, which hung over the street despite the busy hubbub of daily life. Suddenly I saw the name ‘Brown’ in big bold letters on the grill gate. Brown —Melvyn Brown — who calls himself ‘chronicler of the Anglo-Indian community’ is the author of several books on Anglo-Indian history and culture, a vociferous community worker and the founder-editor of The Anglo-Indian Newsletter and The All Parish Newspaper. When the door opened, I was greeted by a warm face and ushered into the living room. As I sat myself down, I took a moment to look around. From where I was sitting, the left side of the room was occupied with an altar with images of Jesus Christ and Mother Mary, the same images adorning the adjoining walls as well. In front of me were four clocks, giving the times of five different corners of the world. As I figured then and Melvyn explained later that the patrons for his newspapers are scattered all over the world. As I sat in the room, I had a distinct sense of deja vu and it was clear to me as soon as Melvyn re-entered the room with a glass of fizzy and some munchies in his hand... I have been here before. The place was different, the people were different, but the spirit was the same — the Anglo-Indian spirit. I remembered my meeting with James Sinclair in Surrey and with the Smith family in Manchester. They were different people but all of them have preserved that same Anglo-Indian spirit. Melvyn’s house exuded a totally different aura from the scene just outside. His was a secluded world, calmer and quieter and somewhat more polished. I was reminded of what one Anglo-Indian woman, Geraldine Charles in England, had pointed out to me, "The Anglo-Indians have never seen themselves as Indians. Their customs and cultures are not Indian." When I interviewed the Anglo-Indians who have migrated to Britain, they seem to have an acute sense of longing for back home in Kolkata. As Nina Jenkins, an ex-researcher in Anglo-Indian family history in the UK, said, "Its rather like a child who says I hate my mum, I hate my mum. But as soon as someone else says something to the child he runs back to take refuge in the warmth of his mother’s lap." Before coming to meet Melvyn I was going through Anglo-Indian Studies edited by Melvyn and in there Phyllis N. Stuart, to my surprise that, says, "Having read several news terms on the plight of Anglo-Indians in Kolkata particularly made me think that those who had emigrated to England had made the better choice. They have been accepted here without any prejudice or alienation which still exists in India." A stark contrast is Curt Amos, 26 years old, born and brought up in Kolkata. His looks are very European, making him stand out. However, I found him comfortable with his identity unlike his British counterparts who are grappling with a losing sense of their identity and a hazy sense of acceptance. I am left wondering is it the spirit of Kolkata, which makes this possible — a city, which actually has the modesty to live and let live? The author has worked for the BBC in London (This is part of a series that explores the numerous sub cultures and communities that add sparkle to the Kolkata mosaic).