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Why I Must Ekla Cholo Re

Bachi Karkaria
12 May 2010, 08:30 PM IST

Oh, NOT to be in Kolkata now that the Tagore jubilee is here. It’s an ambivalent feeling to miss the literal and literary outpouring that will mark the 150th birth anniversary of Bengal’s Inescapable Icon. For a week and more, the air will be heady with incense and emotion. With streaming tresses and tears, boudis will abandon themselves to ‘Robindroshongeet’, that alpha and omega of artistic achievement. Culture will be retrieved from the new multiplex parvenu and briefly restored to the Academy purists. Yes, it would be an awesome experience to be swept up on the sentimental tsunami that only the Bengali can produce without a blush. But I have walked too long among the Philistines, I can no longer handle it. 


More honestly, to be there would have shown me up for the wannabe that I am. For, there are many ways in which you can pass off as an ‘Hon Bong’, but you will always be exposed on the Tagore Test. You may have learnt to separate the hilsa’s delicate flesh from its treacherous mesh of bones with your tongue, not merely your fingers; you may be able to spot the sukto’s mystery spice of radhuni at first aroma; you may be able to discourse upon the finer points of Dante, DeRozio and your dyspepsia, ad infinitum, as nauseam. 


Yes, you may mastered everything that is quintessentially Bengali, from passionate political discussion in the poster-peeling corridors of Cal U  to the right degree of  starch on a dhakai. But you are destined to fail on that one vital count which only the ‘dyed-in-the-ool’ native can achieve. The humiliating giveaway will be your imposter attempt at Robindroshongeet. 


Bangali baachchas are initiated early into this mystic genre. Naa, the exposure begins in the womb, if not actually at the moment of conception; since their putative parents launch into it at the drop of a dhuti. It would surprise no one if Baby Bandopadyay’s first wail is a perfectly pitched first bar of Kothao Amar Hariye Jabar. Take it from me,  those less culturally weaned can never compete with this congenital advantage.


In school, at first whiff of occasion, my doe-eyed classmates would materialize in lal-parer sharis, their black, oiled hair cascading to their waists, and pad chastely to the assembly-hall stage which had metamorphosed into a shrine with tall vases of rajanigandha, joss sticks and a garlanded portrait of Gurudeb. One set would lilt into Rabindrasangeet, and the even more beautiful among them would segue into the limpid motions of the set dance. The rest of us would gawk in admiration and inadequacy. Only decades later would we summon the courage to laugh approvingly when a colleague dismissed that repetitive choreography as ‘clawing at the sky and wringing out a towel, while wearing a mournful expression’. 


The culture gap continued to widen. As teens, we took badminton rackets to picnics. The Bengalis brought a harmonium. The varnished box would be solemnly installed in to the centre of the expectant circle, and the star singer clamoured for. Reema-Sheema- Heena would go through the mandatory ‘nekami’, cough delicately and simper ‘Na, na, gola boshey gachhey’, but once persuaded to start, she would warble her way through what seemed like Tagore’s entire oeuvre of 2,230 songs.


Those not initiated at birth into this accomplishment forever suffer the lack. So, I am both sad and glad that I’m not there amidst the massed singers stretching all the way to Santiniketan. In Kolkata, saying that you cannot sing Rabindrasangeet is almost as heretical as not believing that Netaji is alive. 
 


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Somnath Gupta, Melbourne, Australia says:

May 13,2010 at 06:17 AM IST

Hi Bachi,

I understand from your name and surname that you are not a bengali.

I am a Bengali living outside India for the last 10 yrs, I fail to understand why if you are not a Bengali by Birth, would be expected to sing a Robindrasongeeet or dance to it's tunes (if u r ragged everytime you went to Calcutta to sing a Robindro songeeet by ur Bengali friends then it is another story).

I have never seen such an event happening anywhere in Calcutta, Shantiniketan where someone is ridiculed or looked down for their inability to sing a Robindro Songeet.

FYI I myself dont know how to sing a Robindro Songeet, but that does not put my ancestry into question whenever I go back to Calcutta for a trip back home. FYI, myself and hundres of bengalis dont believe Netaji is alive, no way.

Indeed, a very fine tuned way of ridiculing Bengalis, this is unfair.

Rgds
Somnath

(Reply to Somnath Gupta, Melbourne, Australia)- Ananveet Dasgupta says:

May 13,2010 at 07:19 PM IST

But Shomnath dada, bhaay do you feel sho bad?This Bachhi does not understand our great bangla kolture, sho she is plain shimple jealous. Shitting on a journalist chair,she has no shense to read shom of our bheri good things.Joy Bangla!

(Reply to Somnath Gupta, Melbourne, Australia)- Proud Marathi says:

May 25,2010 at 12:29 PM IST

Somnath, I am Maharashtrian & I thoroughly enjoy Bachi's take on us. Infact, being a Parsi, Bachi has the best perspective amongst to poke fun at our regional egos.!!

(Reply to Somnath Gupta, Melbourne, Australia)- asitendu gangopadhyay says:

May 25,2010 at 12:57 PM IST

this proves some of bengali species are allergic to humour.
wake up somenathda! smile is all one needs to de-stress and Bachi ( dont care whether she is bong or sard or guujju or mallu ) through her witty piece has de-stressed many of her Bengali readers like me.
Sad you can not join in the party. Bhalo thakben.
asitendu gangopadhyay

 

Patanjali says:

May 13,2010 at 09:55 AM IST

Nice. but I miss Shobha De! Where is she? I hope she is still alive.

 

Sharmishta Sarkar says:

May 13,2010 at 10:30 AM IST

Brilliantly put! As a "probhashi bangali" I suffer from several inadequacies, making the rare visits to Kolkata a trying time. This is perhaps one my favorite posts!

 

S.Ravindran says:

May 13,2010 at 10:39 AM IST

"...you will be exposed on the Tagore test." Absolutely true. Fluency in Bengali - speaking, reading, writing etc.- does nothing to relish or appreciate "Robindroshongeet". Except for a few, most of the compositions have lulled me to sleep. Trying to tell that to my friends has only evoked astonishment and outrage. My innocent queries, years back, on why the compositions can't be set to a different music was met with disbelief. Hmm! Now I can console myself that there are others who failed the Tagore Test!

 

S Mukherjee says:

May 14,2010 at 12:37 AM IST

'Naam se bachi aur kaam se aur bhi bachchi 'With your Mutton dhansak and patrani...diet you surely lack the finesse to comment on matters of the heart.After all your Erratica is more about watching the skin and not feeling it .I am a non resident Bong yet I feel your article annoys me more than it amuses.Call it a satire or mere set of observations with no malice intended ,I think you did a Tharoor this time.God help you if you are seen near Rabindra Sadan.May be you will get a feel of being the piece of Hilsa you talked about or the towel being wringed.Hallellujah!I bet you

 

S Mukherjee says:

May 14,2010 at 12:43 AM IST

Please add at the end..'I bet you will be clawing at the sky'

 

Neelkanth says:

May 14,2010 at 01:11 AM IST

Nice writing as always by Bachi Karkaria. I'm a bengali and I can't believe that some people can take offense at this article. We Indians seriously lack a sense of humour. What's wrong with people nowadays? If you can't see how much Bachi is attached to bengali culture, then you need to go get your head checked, or perhaps get an education.

 

SHILADITYA DEB says:

May 14,2010 at 11:01 AM IST

Hi Bachi,
We Indians often fail to understand our own people and it's culture. I don't understand why people distance themselves when it comes to the so called 'Tagore Test'. You have considered yourself an outcast amidst bengalis when they turn to Tagore, afterall you are an Indian and I see no reason why you should feel alien. In my opinion you start loving literary compositions when you understand the depth of it leaving aside the language of composition. From the write up it seems you have never understood why Rabindranath Tagore is revered so much and I don't need to explain why he is so iconic. You described Robindrosongeet as wailing and mourning. It is not the tune but the lyrics that makes Rabindrasongeet a gem in itself. After all it can't be sung with long shaggy hairs accompanied with an electric guitar and loud drums which we all like so much inspite of it's hollowness inside. Rabindrosongeet also can't be sung like Bryan Adams and if it would have been the rock and roll way you would have said "great" and wouldn't have felt alien and would have participated in the 'Tagore Test'. I am sure you can also pass the Tagore Test provided you know the meaning of his compositions and this will take a great deal of effort because you are already out of the track to know the rich treasures that lie inside Rabindrosongeet. Most the people will master the art of separating the treacherous bones of Hilsa in no time but it may take a lifetime to know what connects the bengalis and Kabiguru Rabindranath Tagore.

 

sreerupa says:

May 16,2010 at 06:48 PM IST

Ms Karkaria.... a terribly exaggerated picture... a near caricature...
Yes, robindrosongeet is an integral part of the bengali culture, and it is best appreciated if you get the lyrics.... Unique to say the least, and few on earth have been that eloquent with their thoughts..
Having said that, Bengalis have done other things like sports( we all played basketball and tennis in our school days), play acting,and western classical music.There are a number of pianists in the community. We have grown up with our Jazz , latin music and 60s rock and roll.... yes and pleased to inform that we are not proficient in the "Gola dhore gaache" music. but we survived and are part of the Bengali society in Calcutta.

 

Indrajit Banerjee says:

May 16,2010 at 11:13 PM IST

i doubt how many quality hours you have spent in bengal ,more specifically in Calcutta ,.. Mrs Karkaria . irrespective of the number of degrees you have ,... your education is not yet complete . this is certainly not expected from a cheap blogger like you with a limited knowledge about bengalis and Rabindranath . May I request Times Group to disallow this uneducated lady to talk about bengalis to blog .

 

SIBIR SENGUPTA says:

May 17,2010 at 11:19 AM IST

Dear Ms Karkaria,
Is this post brilliant? I don't know. What I know, however, is that it is accurate. As a Probashi Bong, I share many of the adequacies described by you. I also totally agree with the “clawing in the sky” part. However, I can’t figure out Robindroshongeet and motions that accompany it. You have to satisfy both conditions – born as well as lived – I guess.I too must “Ekla Cholo Re”.

 

Sonalee says:

May 20,2010 at 03:19 PM IST

couldn't agree more... as a NOn-resident Bengali whos now posted in Kolkata.... I wish I could make myself invisible when people start rabindrasangeet or abriti... no words can describe the disbelief which shows on their face when I say I can't sing or dance or recite.

 

Priyadarsi Dutta says:

May 26,2010 at 01:12 PM IST

The piece reveals more about the writer than the subject. Bachi should have restricted herself to P.3 & Smart Alecs where she has creative expertise, and not dabbled into Tagore territory. Tagore has withstood the test of time, Bachi would be forgotten within a fortnight if she stopped writing today.

 

Ishani Ghosh says:

June 07,2010 at 11:40 PM IST

Dear Bachi,
I must first congratulate you on this well written post!! Very humorous, like most of your other blogs and posts...

But just a few facts from my life:
1. I am a Bengali, grew up in Kolkata, spent 21 years in that city and came from an educated, middle-class background....but I cant sing RobindraShongeet and trust me, noone ever ridiculed me or thought of me as a lesser mortal because of that!

2. I remember my undergrad days at Presidency College...it was the last day of our immediate senior batch. We didn't cry or sing the age old RobindraShongeet "Purano shei diner kotha" but instead we sang "Purani Jeans aur Guitar!"....Mind you, it was Economics Dept at Presidency College, a very elite institute of the city(you might not agree but Bengalis will still do), but nobody took offense for having not sung Tagore songs

So, I would say, this post, like many other posts that TOI publishes so often, is highly exaggerated in its view or may be just a figment of your own imagination.

Lastly (and this one is not a fact from my life, but a personal opinion):

Had Rabindranath been alive today, I would have requested him to translate all his songs (you know the exact number, 2230!) into a language that you understand...then probably, you would have forgiven the Bengalis for their overwhelming respect and love for "Bengal's Inescapable Icon" and his songs

 

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Bachi Karkaria's Erratica and its cheeky sign-off character, Alec Smart, have had a growing league of followers since 1994 when the column began in the Metropolis on Saturday. It now appears on the Edit Page of the Times of India, every Friday. It takes a sly dig at whatever has inflated political/celebrity egos, and got public knickers in a twist that week. It makes you chuckle, think and marvel at the elasticity of the English language. Bachi Karkaria also writes Giving Gyan in the Mumbai Mirror, and its fellow publications in other cities. It is a shooting-from-the-lip advice column to the lovelorn and otherwise torn, telling them to stop cribbing and start living -- all in her her branded pithy, witty style.
 
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