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Monday, April 4, 2011

The Bong Connection

By Ananya Mukherjee
Singapore



Correct me if I am wrong, but the world to me is primarily divided into two categories of homosapiens—the Bongs (Amra Bangali) and the non-Bongs (Obangali). Ask a Bengali who wasn’t raised in Bengal and he’ll almost immediately give you innumerous accounts of how even he has often been singled out in his own clan, tagged with a probashi status in his own league and reminded that his culture is perhaps “slightly different” from those raised on the soils of Bengal. 

To the Amra Bangali confederation, much as you may beg to differ, the line of demarcation is pretty straightforward and brutally honest: you are either a Bong or an alien (oh yes, you may not have a fluorescent green glowing face and two little antenna and be your friendly neighbour’s object of envy, but then who cares?). Marxist or Martian….the choice is clear!

That leaves us all with the question—who is a True Blue Bong? The wise men would claim, “One who thinks before the world does.” To which, I would love to humbly add, “…and reacts after everyone else does”. Jokes apart, given the benefit of our intellectual progression, the quintessential Bong is always ahead of his times; he rightfully deserves every bit of the quiet and respite (lyaadh in the campus lingo) that follows once the issue has moved from the mind to execution. He’s an intellectual, you see. His job is to perceive before anyone else. The lesser mortals can then follow up and do the rest. His philosophy takes the cake, implementation is your job. You can go struggle for the Victoria Cross and be absolutely sure no Bong will ever compete or protest. The Bong with a capital B (and I mean underlined and in shining neons!) is happy to keep his Nobel and Oscar, thank you! You don’t believe me? Find me a taxi driver who earns less than $20 a day and spends a portion of it watching a Ray film (whilst Mrs Taxi Driver wears a special red and yellow batik print saree and pats her face with Lakme moisturizer because someone just said Soumitro Chatterjee might be there at Nandan this afternoon) or reads the newspaper in any other race, and discusses Soniaji and Obama with equal ease and I’ll give you my right arm (Well….that I may have the latent potentials to be ambidextrous is another story we can discuss some other time!).

Undoubtedly, the nectar of our intellectualism seeps deep into our bone marrows and we find its manifestations at rather odd places. Ask a typically probashi and he’ll agree. “What do you mean by pujo pujo feel, neel akashe shona shona roddur? It’s just a bright September morning and it’s not raining!” You don’t agree to such nirosh weather updates, do you? I certainly do not. However, talk to him about brishtir bheja dupure bhuno khichuri…and ah, you have touched an aesthetic nodule….the taste bud! The one thing that seldom changes style is the Bong mom’s recipe book! Irrespective of geographies, the kitchen homogenously smells the same.    

By now, you probably know what I am rambling about and perhaps can identify with a chunk of it too. Simply put, we find great meanings in little things in life and the NASDAQ or gung-ho about an economic downturn doesn’t quite bother us as long as we have one good book to read, one cup of Darjeeling tea every morning, the refrigerator stacked with cleaned and salted maach and mishti, one “must see/must hear” theatre, concert or movie ticket in our pockets and an eight-hour sleep on our own beds with a special two hour Sunday afternoon post lunch siesta on the cards. Trust me, ladies and gentleman, no one else in the world happily chooses jhaal muuri and phuchka over any other delectable snack, no one else plans a lavish vacation every year no matter how crunchy the pockets are (we call it deshe phera or bari jawa), nowhere else in the world do people have a hint of what a nirbhejal adda with a slice of gaan, khawadawa, alochona on politics, films, literature, art and topped with harmless PNPCs could mean.

Talk about high altitude, and you'll see a Bong draped in mufflers and monkey cap drinking tea from his flask on the Alps; take a dive deep into the underwaters of Malaysia and you can't miss the shankha pola on your scuba diving partner's thin arms; up in the air on a parachute in Bali...and be sure you can hear someone parasailing by crooning Emni korei jaaye jodi din jaakna... the over enthusiastic Bong is everywhere, at least in his dreams. (I even stumble upon a few in my own!)

We select dokra and dosta over gold and diamonds; we think glittering sequins are passĂ©, dig into our grandmother’s closets and create a rage in design with the simplest of embroidery and call it kantha, between the stilettos and sports shoes we have a kolhapuri sandal tucked somewhere in the shoes cabinet, we prefer ilish to caviar, our homes have at least one terracotta piece, few hardbound collections of Sarat Chandra, Bankim and Tagore and Purano shei diner kotha is our national anthem, whether we are in Singapore, Chicago or Timbuktu. No matter what the color of our passport is, we are… always and everywhere Bongs first!

To that Bong cement that binds us (spirally sometimes) with Krishnakoli, Kaash Phool and Kolkata beyond time, geographies, and societies…..

With love, laughter and sunshine for a wonderful Nabo Borsho 1418.

16 comments:

  1. Sudeshna DasguptaApril 4, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    Indeed now..as i am..in a mood of krishnakoli,kaashphool n kolkata.....!!!!!Loved this write-up of yours..as always they are..a wonderfully,colourfully n vividly painted canvas.....by a virtuoso..n skillful artist called Ananya..
    Subho Naboborsho 1418 to all Bangalis around the globe..binded strong as we are,by the Bong cement as Ann says here.. Ann,loved your usage of 'spirally sometimes' here in this context!:-)Yours, Sudeshna.

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  2. Loved this post, to the power infinity.

    You brought out the Amra Bangali feel in this Probashi Bangali mon. Born a Bangali, always a Bangali. Long live the Krishna koli, kaash phool, Kolkata and long live the Bangali boti, khonti, sharaashi and the jhaal moori, phuchka and teley bhaajaa..

    Amra Bangali, in solidarity...

    Shubho Poila Boishaak....

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  3. wow ... that was sensation writing and brought much needed smile :) Proud to be a "Bangali" ...Amra Bangali ...

    Mrinal Banerji,
    Noida

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  4. Kolkata is the heart for all Bongs, no matter where they are. But I'd like to believe that the Bong connection is extended to all those who have some kind of love for the city of joy, and amar shonar Bangla, as a whole.
    Good writing.
    Atashee

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  5. Shubho Noboborsho...

    Amra Bangali, jodio Probasi (as you said), we definitely want to stick to culture and want that our kids should continue the same...

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  6. Wow...tat was awesum..enjoyed very bit of it ..Shubho Nabo Borsho to u n ur fmly .!!!

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  7. laabbbly :)

    dunno how much of the bangali culute the probashi's imbibe, i know my friends and I don't ... the farther you stay from bong land and the lesser you visit it, the lesser is the connection. yet, the intellect, the small bit of culture, the dreams, the 'snob' attitude ... they all remain the same everywhere.

    Proud to be a bangali ....

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  8. Bhery bhery well written...so proud to be a bong!

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  9. ahhhh... loved it ananyadi!! read one of ur posts aftr a long time... refreshing as always!thank you for the gud read and the smiles thrown in! :-)

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  10. fantabulous..... couldn't have described a bong better !!!!!!!

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  11. The nicest post I have read in recent times! Excellent humor and such apt portrayal of Bongs! Keep up the good work!

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  12. May I get the author's contact details?

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  13. May I get the contact details of the author?

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  14. http://amiananya.blogspot.com/2009/09/bong-connection.html

    Oops!

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