Canadian-Indian writer’s quest for roots
Gayatri Rajwade
(Reproduced With the courtesy of Tribune dated 3rd April
2007)
She started her writing career with Russian Embassy’s
bi-weekly “Soviet Land” in Mumbai many decades ago.
The next phase of her life came 16 years later, in 1973,
only after she had become chief editor of the magazine.
She quit to move bag and baggage to Canada and today,
Canadian-Indian writer Minnie Grewal is the author of four
books (not in Russian but in Punjabi!).
She also has a collection of short stories coming out in
Hindi soon and is hard at work on her next two writing
projects.
What makes Minnie’s foray into Chandigarh from Canada
interesting is that she is here to research a story that is
very close to her heart, one of her heritage and her roots.
“It is the story of the history of my village, Mehma Singh
Wala, (Ludhiana district), through the life and times of my
ancestors particularly my grandfather Bachan Singh Grewal,
who was an advocate in Ludhiana and Nabha,” she explains.
While the subject may seem slender to the lay reader, what
Minnie hopes to encompass is “hope” in her story.
“I am
constantly told by young people in this country that there
is no future here. My great-grandfather was a farmer in the
village. His son, my grandfather, went out, got his law
degree and was a gold medallist. He then supposedly went on
to become the Chief Justice of Nabha, that too in the time
of the British. So, why cannot youngsters today, with all
the opportunities, do this too?”
However, many kilometres and dusty roads later, all that she
has managed to discover in the course of her travels around
the region is a man deeply steeped in philanthropy but not
much else.
“He was a prolific writer and helped establish schools for
girls and boys. He was a champion of women’s rights and
derided caste and the difference it brought within
communities.”
But there is little else. “Even the title of Chief Justice
is something I heard of but there are no references to this
to be found.”
All she personally has to draw on are her earliest memories
of her grandfather, before he passed away in 1951.
“He loved me very much and used to call me ‘pahwa’
(referring to the four legs of the bed) since I was as short
as them,” she smiles.
She remembers him reading out science books to her. “He
opened up the world of planets, the sun and the moon to me.
He used to ask me how long a train would take to go from the
earth to the sun.”
Next in line
is “something on my Russian experience.” After all if
Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are her idea of light reading, she
sure is equipped to handle the subject.
(Copyright 'Tribune'
News)
(14
April 2007)
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