Thursday, February 25, 2010

.....AND THE LEGACY CONTINUES

  • by Reetasri Bhattacharjee


If there has been one truly great leader post independence then it has been Jyoti Basu. But he is no more today. His death may not have come as a surprise to many with old age finally succumbing to destiny, but the fact that with him, his legacy also came to an end is a great loss for India. He was not a product of communism in India, he was Communism personified in this country. He brought the ideals of Karl Marx to a democratic setup and made it a stronghold in certain pockets of the country. If it hasn’t been for him, today we would not have known the reckoning spirit of the CPI(M) nor the importance of the Left Front in the country’s decision making.

No leader can and will ever be able to boast of holding on to the Chief Minister’s post for 23 long years unbeaten like Jyoti Basu can. He held to the supreme power of West Bengal and changed the face of the state. He brought revolutionary changes for the rural poor and worked relentlessly for the cause of the farmers. His dedication for this improvised is exemplary when we think that he came from a very well to do and educated family. He wasn’t a communist because he faced the challenges of being poor; he was a communist because he truely believed in its ideals. In the eighties, with Operation Bagha, he brought land reforms in West Bengal to recognize the rights of sharecroppers, laying the foundations for a remarkable performance in agriculture. Not only had this, during his tenure, West Bengal never seen any communal clashes, as has been often seen in other states. He structured the state to be a political aware one, where people fought on matters of hungry and poverty and not on religion and language. He scored the highest point in his career when he followed his party diktats and refused the chair of the Prime Minster in 1996. In his own words, it had been a “historic blunder” refusing the authority of prime ministry. The instability that we see in the political scenario today may not have been there had he been there.

No leader can be without faults and so cannot be Jyoti Babu. On the one hand he worked relentlessly for the poor in the rural areas, on the other hand, he spelled doom for the urban educated class. His policies stopped industries from coming to the state, his anti-English language stance left the youth incapable of competing with the rest of the country. This period also saw the largest brain-drain with the educated youth moving to other states and countries. Bengal became a place for the rural poor and not for the urban educated. This meant that, while for some he was their messiah, for some others he was a devil in disguise.
He may be many things for many people, but the one thing that people cannot forget about him is that he himself is a upheaval of Communism in India.

A CHILDHOOD FANTASY

  • by Reetasri Bhattacharjee


Enid Blyton, the lady who rules my childhood memories. The author who taught me the meaning of adventure, independence, fun, friends, gatherings, lemonade, secret clubs, sheds, summer holidays, winter breaks…oh!! So many things, things that I can still identify with even after many many years.

My friends and I worshipped her. We went a step ahead than others and actually formed a secret club with the hope that we would solve brilliant mysteries and make our parents proud. At the tender age of 9 or 10 we could go out with our pockets filled with a torch, notebook, and pencils in search of adventure (now I wonder, if only adventure could be searched!!!). But once we would reach our so called “destination” all our courage would wither away and we would be scuttling home like terrified puppies. And that marked the end of our adventure.

Today, after many many years, the childhood dream to explore the unexplored came true. My friend and I walked a lonely road talking to glory about life, our frustrations, our aspirations etc, when we came to a dead- end of a road. The end was by an incomplete house that overlooked a stream. Standing outside the house, I wanted to go in desperately, but my mind was continuously warning me not to trespass someone’s private property. (oh! the so called societal norms!!!) After much persuasion from my friend and now I thank her for doing so, we entered. I immediately went for the terrace to get an overview of the stream and the overlooking hill. Oh!! how I loved the place and what it had to offer me. Just wanted to sit down there and spend hours.

Well anyway, moving on, I did manage to fulfil a childhood dream of going somewhere, doing something that was prohibited but at the same time childish. Just loved the moment when I became a child again and relived my Enid Blyton dreams!!