I didn’t even
realize, I was day dreaming as my I-pod hummed
“But I’m sad to
say I’m on my way
Won’t be back
for many a day
My heart is
down, my head is turning around
I have to leave
this Kolkata town.
Down
the way where nights are gay Boudi...and the sun..... Boudi Boudi”, when suddenly
Harry Belafonte dozed off me from my small scale nap and I realized my maid was
giving me a wake up call. As I got back to music less reality, she asked me “Tomake kichu bazaar theke ene debo?” (Do you need anything from market) and I
replied “Na Kichuna masi” (No nothing mausi), hailing her off to get back to my
Harry again. After chasing her off the door, as I was about to plug in my headphones,
my eyes fell upon a book staring at me, the book by Dominique ‘City of Joy’ which
my husband gifted me after I had spend some four months in Kolkata.
As he handed me the book,
we had a little chat
Me- Why did Dominique
even bothered to name this book on Kolkata “City of Joy” (mockingly), rather he
should have named it City of Patience.
Mr Husband- Why so?
(amused)
Me- Why? Don’t you see
people out here have a hell lot of patience? They can noiselessly stand in
queue for hours at auto stand to catch an auto or bus, even at stations for
train and outside restaurants. And of course during Durga puja when city is
teeming with tourists in addition to its own mammoth population, Kolkatans are
at height of their patience amid such chaos, chatting eloquently and happy for
their turn to enter those puja pandals, even if they have to wait for entire
night to get entry.
Mr Husband- Baby this
chaos is the catalyst that makes Kolkata city of joy. Just give this city some
time and am sure you will fall in love with it.
I frowned and smiled at
the same time recalling those lines by my husband. And I remembered the day
when I landed in Kolkata and as my flight touched down Kolkata fifteen minutes
before schedule, I just could not help but mumble ‘samay pe rehna jaruri hai aur Indigo iske liye pratibadh hai....... Damn
it maniacs!! ?”. It was not
because, I had any reservations against the city but the fact that living in
Delhi for four years amid my work and friends got me literally hitched to Sadi Dilli. When strings are attached,
it’s hard to break up an engagement and I was painfully pained bidding farewell
to the city more because shopping in Delhi was such a delight..... Pheeeww.
But as a matter of
fact, Calcutta did grow on me and it grew so well that it allured to me create
a special bondage with itself. While other Indian cities like Delhi, Bangalore,
and Mumbai have marched far ahead in terms of infrastructure, lifestyle or
culture, Kolkata is one such city which still moves at a snail’s pace as far as
development is concerned. Its old rickety buildings, a ride on tram, the Victoria
Memorial, Maidan, Esplanade, the Shahid Minar, all are living proof that
Calcutta, the erstwhile capital of India still gyrates under colonial influence
and proudly wears its cultural heritage on its sleeves.
Though Kolkata is a
metro city there is nothing cosmopolitan about it and to be precise it’s a
Bengali city. People of the city are the one who provide the city its true
Bengaliness, living their culture in all forms, proudly conversing in their
local language (while we North Indians feel ashamed of even uttering a word in
our local dialect), learning ritual of Rabindra sangeet, art, dance by kids in
every home, active theatre culture etc. It is a city which teaches you why
simplicity is best virtue? how important is friendship and love?, what is
caring? why art is best form of passion?, why knowledge is more important than
money?, Why durga puja is not just a brazen display of religion but a
celebration of joy?, why you need to value culture? And more than that, there
is more to life than to show off and being rich. It is city which will trickle
down to your nerves, will pinch you hard and finally sooth your soul and mind
with its uncanny revelation.
As the time to leave
Kolkata is nearing, I wish I could go back in time and start over again, living
the life of Kolkata with full fervour. It would be such fun again taking that ferry
ride on Hooghly river, cherishing the boat ride on Princep Ghat and getting
irritated with cacophonous city traffic. It would be worth listening to that shankha dhoni on Mahalya, rhythming beating of dhak
and sound of dhunuchi doing the
rounds on four days of puja, aroma of Shiuli
filling the air and being a part of anjali,
sandhi puja and bisorjan with all the fanfare at peak in the city. Then the sight
of those dusky beauties of bhadralok with their almond shape eyes filled with
kohl in crispy sarees paired with sleeveless deep neck blouses and that oomph
factor, who says you need makeover specialists or stylists to look good? And how
can I not miss that scene of Park Street with shoal of people doting every
corner of the street on Christmas Eve, air filled with smell of fruit cake and
wine with lot of festivities and dancing.
It is the city which
lives life to the fullest. It constantly holds lessons and practical sessions
for people to learn. It teaches that amidst all crowd and chaos in life, we
should have all the fun which is the essence of human living. It demonstrates
to the world that religious festivals like Durga Pujo or Christmas which are
celebrated with same gusto here are not just about chanting mantras or
establishing superiority of any religion but a beautiful convergence and
melange of culture, heritage and celebration of life. It explains that old is
gold and it’s needed that we preserve our ancient heritage for our young ones
to be proud of their roots. It shows the world two different generations can
live in perfect harmony by exchanging and learning life lessons together. Kolkata
is not just a city; it is a way of life in itself.
Well, I almost forgot
the most important of all lessons, mishti
doi (punchline of every Bengali meal) is the best solution of all
stomach-churning issues (digestion, scrupulous
gas, fart..... yeah anything). And do have sandesh, rosogollas to
get ‘immune ki shakti’ and glowing skin of Bengali damsels.
Sometimes destiny takes
it course and we are left with no options but to move on with it. It was a
pleasure living in Bengali heartland and the Bengaliness that city has taught
me will stay with me forever. Like Bengali women bid farewell to Goddess Durga feeding
her with sweets, with heavy heart, I bid adieu to this bhodrolok, feeding my heart with rosogolla memories (read as sweet memories),
spanning two years of my stay in the city and aami tomake shob shomaee amoni bhalo baashbo (And I
promise to love you always as you are). #CalcuttaKiss #LoveKolkata
It pains me but I must
say Ami Asachi. I will miss you a lot............ Kolkata. Adios
