Monday, July 31, 2006

In The Land Of "THE SHADOW LINES"



The date is the 23rd of July’06, time about 10:45A.M., I step on the soil of West Bengal (more specifically Kolkata) for the first time in my life. Till now, in my 18 long yrs of life, I have always been criticized for not visiting the “Mother Land” for all “Bangalees”, the ‘Haj’, the ‘Mecca’, the ‘Tirtha Sthal’ for the Bangalees – Kolkata! As per the general rule; “If you are a bangalee, then u have to visit d ‘holy land’ of Kolkata – along with the offshoots like Dakshineshwar, Belur etc etc….”

The solemn oaths of not visiting Kolkata ever in my life, are all shattered to infinite particles, d moment I step on the ground of Sealdah Station. All d famous lines n titles glorifying Bengal start dancing around my head. “I shall return to this Bengal”, “Amar Shonar Bangla” etc.. etc.. Only for my lovely sister did I agree upon blowing away my “Bishmapratigya”.

Surprisingly! I don’t mind my first glance at the now-normal Kolkata. And in the following subsequent glances, I get quite excited n start acting like a ‘pakka’ tourist. Camera in one hand all ready to shoot…. Sitting ram-rod straight in d ambassador, peering out of the window, mind reeling with information about d surroundings. By d time I arrive at my destination, my mind has become a kaleidoscope of information. The more I stimulate it, more of info I find. And at that very point of time, when I’m making a list of things am going to do here, my mind goes back to d novel by Amitav Ghosh, “The Shadow lines”.
Though the novel shuttles between Kolkata, Bengal as a whole, London n Delhi in many time frames, it still had left a lasting impression of d places in Kolkata, d author had mentioned about. Through that my mind had created a majestic colonial aura around Kolkata, a very important part f my new-found curiosity revolving around this city.

Even though it was clear from d beginning that visiting those places mentioned by d author so-o many years ago is a near-impossibility, but inferring that d streets n “galis” are d place to roam around, is very easy. I also thought of copying d way to visit d places from d novel. Rather than looking at what is there in front of me, or supposed to be in front of me, I try to look at d history behind it. Not only d political history filled with power games, but also d people’s history. The history of the reason of a building (for ex), to still stand tall amongst d jungle of d new monuments creating history for themselves. If no-one else knows that history, I am myself trying to imagine its history by the look of it. This experience has simply heightened my senses, n lo! I have created my very own Kolkata, with my imagined histories of each n every brick that has been laid down.

Its not only the current Kolkata that I see, but I see n experience d old ‘Calcutta’ as well, of the time when it was d capital of the country under the British rule, of the time when it had become d centre of all revolutionary activities against d British Raj n d time when d modern world tried to overtake its old world charm, but failed.
Yes, even with the modern buildings around, u can still find d old world charm lurking about somewhere. The colonial buildings n street lights, d existence f Ambassadors! (In d form of yellow taxi’s n also as personal cars), d sustained aged-look f d roads…. U can almost imagine d horse-drawn carriages of vice-roys n generals bursting out from d packed traffic on d streets, see d now-disintegrating trams running in their full regalia, revolutionaries like Subhash Chandra Bose, walking around spreading their msg.

No wonder Kolkata has become d ‘Mecca’ for d Bengalis. Not only 4 d pleasure, but it also instigates a strong tide of pride within u, of being a Bengali…. Being in relation with people like Rabindra Nath Tagore, Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, Subhash Chandra Bose etc..
Now am despairing over d fact that I was d one who chopped down d time duration of this trip. My heart has already started 2 plan d next, so that it can visit me when I am back in Kolkata, becoz u see, my heart has found a new home in d beautiful city of Kolkata.

Monday, July 17, 2006

!!!RAIN RAIN COME AGAIN!!!

after a verrry long wait... here comes the rain!!!!blissful, silent but strong.... my lovely rain!!!!!the entire time of its absence... i just cursed n cursed d heavens as they showed only the clouds... but didnt let them to pour on us....oh how much the heavens teased us....so much so...
that i had started to make beleive that we ddnt need rain....
n ya... i had some pretty good reasons as well...

when it rains....
  • the gutters start overflowing,
  • B.S.E.S wires have to go through some short circuit,
  • water supply becomes worse,
  • roads get blocked,
  • cars get water-logged,
  • new potholes are born!!!!

wow!!

an amazing list.... along with that we have the very current news on mumbai....poor mumbai all blocked up because of the stupid rain....the clever govt. too isnt safe from the rains... all the flaws in the govt.'s work shows when it rains...
but then the moment it started to rain.... all this BIG list just vanished from my mind

!!POOF!!

i suddenly saw those beautiful flowers decorating their plants....which i had ignored all the while i was cursing the rain...i suddenly started to sing a looong forgotten song which i loved... my first song in many days as well...the noise around me was suddenly muted... n wow...

am i in bliss or what??


i dont really care... whether it will rain the entire time or not...whether it will ruin my sister's weddin or not.... or ne of those after effects...at this moment my heart's singin verry loudly with joy...

n i just want to dance to its beats!!

About Me

a wanderer.. drifting from space to space.. no fixed abode... wind my friend.. wanders with me from place to place!!