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Oh! Calcutta
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I
leave this city.Kahlil Gibrans verse, immortalised in the words of the Prophet as he departed from
Orphalese, resounds through the shadowy haunts of the psyche as a despondent sadness descends
upon the heart of one confronted with the pang of separation from a place, the multitudinous moods
and memories of which are no more alien to him than his own self. The conglomeration of consequent
reminiscences evokes a paroxysm of emotions that oft remains incomprehensible in words and
imperceptible to all but the separated. The pulse of ones own city quivers with the beat of the
individual heart, and its soul, walking in quiet beauty like the night, indiscernibly permeates the very
roots of ones existence as its charm gently steals over life. Therefore, recollections of Kolkata
inevitably educe a nostalgic remembrance of the charm lost amidst the many shapes of joyless
daylight; when the fretful stir unprofitable, and the fever of the world, have hung upon the beatings of
my heart. Charming in the architectural grandeur of the British legacy, charming in the people who
take an interest in anothers life and are a witness to it and charming in every aspect that lends it its
unparalleled essence, Kolkata exudes warmth that leaves few unmoved.
The waters of the sylvan Hooghly silently relate a chronicle of the naissance of a city that it
has witnessed over the unimpeded course of the ceaseless passage of time; a tale of metamorphosis of
the three obscure hamlets of Kalikata, Gobindapur and Sutanuti, languishing under Mughal
suzerainty, to a metropolis whose mention strikes a chord in a few million hearts that beat as one. The
alteration which had been thus initiated in the terminal years of the seventeenth century by Job
Charnock proceeds even today, albeit infinitesimally subtly, in a conurbation that seems crippled
under the weight of its former legacy as the greatest colonial city of the Orient, portending an august
symbol of the mighty Raj. The reluctance to change finds apt expression in the citys resistance to
accept the process of progressive detachment from its colonial past, initiated half a century ago in an
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impertinent attempt to transcend the conservatism of Calcutta in a Kolkata which would embrace the
au courant. As one comprehends an inherent disinclination towards the parochial trend associated
with replacement of English with Bengali, succinctly highlighted by the absence of the rechristened
equivalents of Camac Street, Ripon Street and Wellesley Street among many others in public
memory, one perceives a voiceless expression of the citys lamentations that It is not a garment I
cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. As a prisoner of its own invisible mind,
incarcerated in the penitentiary of bygones, it remains redolent of a distinctively regal aura that
endears it to its denizens as it had in the eighteenth century to the throngs of fortune-seekers who
congregated from across the globe to participate in the nascent phase of a burgeoning settlement. The
cosmopolitan blend of Kolkatas multifarious communities, which intermingle to weave a social
fabric of profound intricacy, owes its origins to this cultural heterogeneity and lends credence to the
citys representation as an epitome of India, socially, politically and essentially in terms of throbbing
life that can seldom be punctuated. Festivals thus lose their religious identity in the social milieu
ascribed to this cultural miscellany and distinctions are rendered redundant as the joie-de-vivre of
festivities engulfs the entire populace. The Durga Puja represents the pinnacle of the citys passion
evinced by the multitudes satiated with blissful contentment at the prospect of welcoming the divine
to her transient earthly domicile. Drenched in the festive spirit and temporarily oblivious to the
concerns of the material world, the populace gravitates to the adroitly designed pandals symbolising
the temporary abode of the deity till the culmination of the celebrations at the conclusion of the fifth
day when the diminution of the expressive fervour to a discomforting stillness in anticipation of the
succeeding year commences. The immersion of the Goddess in the spiritually sacrosanct waters of the
Ganges brings to mind the immortal adage Dust thou art, to dust returneth. and heralds the
departure of the citys favourite daughter from her maternal home to the sphere where she remains
bound by holy matrimony and the grieving city reverts with ineffable lethargy from a glistening
chandelier to a host of fireflies, only to be illuminated again thereafter during the festival of lights and
the season of the Nativity. The soulful rendition of hymns floating through the Gothic stained-glass
casements of the St. Pauls Cathedral, the corpulent figures of Santa Claus on Park Street and the
traditional Christmas cakes and confectionery at Flury's invoke the Yuletide spirit and the buoyant
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atmosphere of genial joviality extends to the bonhomie with which the New Year, accompanied by a
million new aspirations and dreams, is ushered in.
Indiscernible distinctions, fathered over the course of evolution of the expansive life form
and having permeated through the annals of history, imprint every organ with its individual personage
and distinctive ambience. The relatively older sections of North Calcutta stretching through Bagbazar,
Shyambazar and adjoining areas merge to constitute a mesmerizing district dominated by narrow
lanes and alleys dotted with quaint decrepit buildings, each murmuring a story of pain and delight,
solitude and exultation spanning over centuries within its walls while the dulcet whispers of history
echo through the old mansions of Hindu aristocrats, the most prominently recognised being the
Jorasanko Tagore House, birth place of Rabindranath Tagore, which is now a centre for Indian
Classical Fine Arts with the appellation of Rabindra Bharati University. The adjunct areas of Hoggs
Market, popularly referred to as New Market, (the recognition of its date of inception as 1864
notwithstanding), the faade of contiguous rows of musty bookstores on the serpentine pathways of
College Street and the stately nineteenth century architecture of the Indian Museum captivate the
bystander, entranced by the antediluvian vibes emanating from the borough, in a hypnotic stupor,
transporting him to a period when broughams were not merely confined to the Maidan or the Red
Road. The heart of the city with its auricles and ventricles at Dalhousie Square and Esplanade is
primarily oriented towards commercial business with several archaic Government edifices, which lie
peeling and decaying today, and its avenues have long been choked owing to their inability of further
expansion. The southern and relatively juvenile fringes of the city, having developed consequent to
the attainment of Indian independence in 1947, characterise the modernisation depicted by lattices of
flyovers and gargantuan malls and reflected in the liberalisation that permits the proletariat to
perpetuate their diurnal struggle to keep body and soul together in dilapidated slums alongside the
opulent houses of the affluent or the nouveau riche as also the simultaneous presence of luxurious
private vehicles with the quintessentially ubiquitous Ambassador and traditional hand-drawn
rickshaws, which are vehemently criticised amongst the intelligentsia as a repugnant delineation of
the inhumane nature of human bondage. Traditional modes of transportation retain a profound role in
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the life in Kolkata albeit the peripatetic perambulators constituting the sea of humanity flooding the
streets, oft remain indifferent to the indolent electric reptile that slithers through the narrow and
crowded paths composing the intertwined and divergent web spanning across the citys countenance.
Ever since the dawn of an epoch with the introduction of landaus on rails, the assiduous dignified
gentleman has persevered through an enormity of transformations and impediments in its evolution
from steed to electricity, while observing decades of history through its wheels. As it lackadaisically
meanders through the madding crowds and the congested traffic, the trams blas motion evinces
incongruity to the notion of the modern and the serpentine vehicle serves as a poignant reminder of
the heritage that renders it synonymous with a city that refuses to let the dead past bury its dead. A
journey aboard the carriages on Route 36 is utterly evocative of the romantic allure that one attributes
to this symbol of the lost era of a dying city and akin to the mother of a crippled infant, the people
of Kolkata remain overwhelmingly possessive about the very last survivor of the Raj; their
unconditional love for the object of their pride would extend till its last run, when the choking
metropolis would eventually wring out its terminal breath. The smell of moist rain-soaked earth
emanating from the lush Maidan, recurrently alluded to as the respiratory organ of the city,
accompanied by the gentle ring of the bells on board the vehicle sliding under verdant foliage
immerses the passenger in a serene reverie amidst a realm isolated from the incessant cacophony of
traffic. Further down the course, the Victoria Memorial Hall and its stately gardens, designed by Sir
William Emerson using Indo-Saracenic style, in memory of Queen Victoria, glistens in the backdrop
of the dolorousness of the lugubrious ethereal spheres reminding citizens of the angel that looks over
the Second City of the Raj as a shepherd watches over his flock. The stately view of the race course
induces a spate of contemplations pertaining to Kolkatas former jugular vein as the crimson Lethe is
impelled by the overhead wires. Once the lifeline of an embryonic settlement, the tram has today been
reduced to an object of mere euphoria for children, a sentiment which tersely transforms to aversion
and ridicule or mere disregard with the advancement of age. The skyline of the Maidan is punctured
by the bronze crest of the Ochterlony Monument and the Governors residence modelled on Lord
Curzons home, at Keddleston Hall, Derbyshire, holds command in the North. As one progresses on
to Karl Marx Sarani, the tranquillity of the journey precedes a discourteous arousal of the passenger
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from the epiphany by a veritable bedlam of noises associated with a menagerie of modes of public
transport. The spectacle of buses and auto-rickshaws, overloaded with passengers to the extent of
being gravitationally unstable, chaotically roaring past in wild fury and vehemence, moving to the
beats of Shivas frenzied dance with blatant disregard for traffic regulations, remind one of the sundry
fragments of the spirit scattered among the streets that amalgamate to fabricate the city of joy.
Relentless periods of turbulence and the perfidious machinations of fate including the
relegation of the city to a secondary echelon after the transfer of capital to Delhi in 1911, the
excruciating angst associated with the partition of Bengal, the zenith of the Naxalite movement
characterised by wanton and gratuitous violence four decades ago and the political betrayals unknown
to other Indian conurbations, have rendered the city synonymous with poverty and deprivation
disconcertingly reminiscent of Eliots poetry. A sense of despair is discernible amongst a society
caught in the mire of its own decay in a city witnessing the burnt out ends of smoky days . Beneath
the superficial exuberance embellishing the exterior, the shroud of joy may be lifted to reveal the
monotony and innate dissatisfaction among the lives of the people raising dingy shades in a
thousand furnished rooms for whom the world revolves like ancient women, gathering fuel in
vacant lots as life proceeds with intolerable lassitude ignorant of the exigency of progress. Albeit
the whirlpool of the Bengal Renaissance, which originated in the nascent stages of the twentieth
century for the cultural ablution and intellectual refinement to purge the dross from the indispensable,
had its crux in the city, Kolkata today exemplifies an aura of listlessness that encompasses all spheres
of life and is reflected in the economic stagnation under the thirty four years of the Communist
regime, the sloth and ennui of government officials and public servants who remain unreservedly
satisfied with being able to leave the office prior to the fifth chime of the clock or simply, the
unadulterated public elation at the prospect of suspension of work for a day on grounds of an
unforeseen bandh. Political discourses therefore inevitably constitute a focal point for the freestyle
intellectual exchanges (adda), a distinctive idiosyncratic foible among cohesive neighbourhoods
(paras), intermittently diverting to issues of association football or the gastronomic gratification
obtained from the various cross-cultural culinary options ranging from K.C. Dass rasgullas to
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Nizams delectable delicacies. The perplexing aspect however remains the archetypal Bengalis
sedate acceptance of the galling menaces that plague the city even when wading through waterlogged
streets or the mephitic filth and indeterminate brown substances on the potholed roads that
characterise entire stretches and his contentment that induces the ability to remain apathetic to the
same. Despite the concoction of ethnic influences, a single unified voice cries from the heart of the
city, echoing through the ether without a tongue or a lip, and resonates with the message that the
Bengali sobriquet means everything to the people for whom passionate ardour flows through their
veins as much as Bengali blood does. The indefinable realisation that Kolkatas beauteous forms,
through a long absence, have not been to me as is a landscape to a blind mans eye thus
substantiates a subtly comprehended emotion that the vivacious metropolis is not merely a thought
left behind but rather a heart made sweet with hunger and thirst. To a Bengali, irrespective of the fact
that Kolkata may have lost the beauteous halo that circled around [its] brow, the language, the city
that one calls home, and the motley group of emotions associated therewith shall always remain an
object of pride and reverence. As Bennett, Coleman and Co. had rather eloquently expressed, West
Bengal may be our history and geography but Bengal is our reality. Every home, every dish, every
adda and everyone here breathes only Bengal.
-RHINE SAMAJDAR
(SR. NO. 11-01-00-10-91-12-1-09939)