The
Contemplative Calcuttan
Kolkata
prides itself on its arts, literature and culture. It has made
slowness into a fine art of sorts, providing people that extra
breathing space to contemplate on the finer and subtler aspects of
living. In comparison to the fast-paced metros, it comes across as
lazy and laid-back. But if we were to look at it from another
perspective, what really have the so-called developed metros achieved
in terms of lifestyle barring more stress and distress? Kolkata, at
least on the outside, offers a picture of contemplation and a resolve
to stay peaceful.
“Even the buildings seem to be in suspended
animation,” I commented to my relatives as I stared outside from
their seventh floor apartment in Kolkata. Every visit to the City of
Joy makes you wonder at the reluctant pace at which the city is still
coming to terms with liberalisation. As the nation commemorates
twenty five years of liberalisation, Kolkata seems static and
contented in its own space and time, as if liberalisation is fast
spreading its tentacles in a far distant land.
The city
though has not been able to escape the effects of liberalisation.
There is visibly better infrastructure, more options for eating and
entertainment. But it does not escape anyone's notice that the old
Calcutta is still determined to hold on to its legacy – the rickety
yellow Ambassador taxi, the still-reckless-though-broken mini bus,
the slow-moving tram and the pioneering metro combine to put together
a unique symphony of sorts. However, I did notice that hand-pulled
rickshaws were out of sight.
Kolkata holds a special place in
my life as I spent an impactful part of my childhood there. At a
young age it deeply ingrained in me the impressions that stay with
you for a lifetime. Every visit there fills me with nostalgia,
memories and cravings for the only kind of sweets available on Planet
Earth. Not to mention the amazing Bengali samosa (singada), puchka
(gol gappa or pani puri for the
rest of India, depending on where you live) and the `cutting chai` in
the small earthen pot. And all these come at a cost which will make
your jaws shake in `happy horror`.
A recent visit to Motilal Nehru Raod, where I spent two
critical years of my life with my uncle's family, filled me with a
sense of deep nostalgia. While a redeveloped building here and there
had come up in the lane, memories sped back to my childhood as I saw
youngsters from another generation play cricket with the same gusto
that we did. I wondered if anything had changed at all. The lane, its
people, the surroundings all seemed blissfully contented in occupying
a space in time which seemed not just reluctant, but resistant to go
the modern way.
Kolkata prides itself on its arts, literature and
culture. It has made slowness into a fine art of sorts, providing
people that extra breathing space to contemplate on the finer and
subtler aspects of living. In comparison to the fast-paced metros, it
comes across as lazy and laid-back. But if we were to look at it from
another perspective, what really have the so-called developed metros
achieved in terms of lifestyle barring more stress and distress?
Kolkata, at least on the outside, offers a picture of contemplation
and a resolve to stay peaceful.
The city it appears to me is
resolute about maintaining its solitude. While the rest of the
country is busy planning the next big economic move, Calcutta is
taking measured steps towards globalisation. For the outsider, it
invokes both curiosity as well as contempt for its `laziness`. The
`progressive` Indian accuses it of economic backwardness and
industrial unfriendliness. But has anyone bothered to ask the
`Contemplative Calcuttan` whether he would be ready to impart
training in the nuances of the Bengali language, Rabindra Sangeet and
Satyajit Ray films? The enthusiasm with which they pursue activities
contemplative and intellectually enriching has to be seen to be
believed. It's important purely from an evolutionary perspective to
not just give Calcutta the benefit of doubt, but also acknowledge the
unique strengths it offers to the Indian populace. The contribution
of Bengalis to the national creative space is outstanding to say the
least.
Oh! Calcutta, I know the `wrath of time` will with each
passing day challenge your stubbornness to remain traditional and
lure you into `development`, as can be seen from the way classical
homes are getting clouded by the presence of modern buildings, but
may you remain steadfast in holding on to what India and humanity
need to preserve in your bosom. May you acquire only those modern
traits that will uplift human consciousness and not increase human
cravings.
The Contemplative Calcuttan after all epitomises not
just the nature of a city and its people, it also offers hope of
escapism into a zone of consciousness which connects you to
`everything within the nothing`.