Showing posts with label Morigaon my native town. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morigaon my native town. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Where are you from?

Many times we ask this question when we meet new people: where are you from? Many times we are asked: where are we from? This is very casually asked as part of the introduction. Yet, the answer to this question is not so simple - it is a very context sensitive answer. We give different answers depening on the location where the question was asked; who is the person asking the question etc.

The answer to this question can be very wide - from a very big geographical region to a small locality of a town or a village (coarse grained vs finer grained as a Computer Science guy would say). At the highest level of granularity, I can think of  a diplomat negotiating in North-South dialogue who can answer the question saying that he is from Northern Hemisphere or some other diplomat replying that he is from Southern hemisphere. At next lower level, one may mention the name of the continent, saying she is from Asia, or Europe etc. But these are rare occasions. For most practical purpose, the highest level of answer is the name of the country. When I am traveling outside of India and someone asks me the question, my simple answer is: I am from India. There is no confusion in higher level of answers. (When traveling outside of India, if some other Indian asks me the question, my answer will be different.)

There is usually a follow-up question: where do you live? It carries a straight answer. People usually reply it with the city or village where they currently live.

The lower you go in the level trying to answer the original question (where are you from?), the more is the complexity of the answer. Most of the people, whom I asked this question, do not consider the place where they work as their place. Many of them have been living in Bangalore for more than a decade and have their own homes here. Yet, all of them mention the place where they spent their childhood days as their own place. The sense of belonging (আপোনত্ব, अपनापन) to the place where they have been working for many years is missing. The emotion is all attached with the place where we all spent our childhood days. That is the place from where we are; not the current place of residence.

First example is my father. He came to Morigaon in 1972 when the Sub-Division was created. Morigaon later became a distict. Deuta (father in Assamese) spent most of his work life in Morigaon. He built his house there. He retired from his job in Morigaon. He has been living in Morigaon for almost 40 years. But ask him where is he from. He will tell you that he is from Hatisung in Nagaon district, the village where he was born and spent his childhood days! I was born in Morigaon and spent the first 15 years of my life there. I am out of Morigaon for last almost two decades. I live in Bangalore now and  own an apartment here. I have spent six years in this city. Ask me where I am from. My answer is: I am from Assam. If someone from Assam is asking me this question, I'll tell him that I am from Morigaon. If I meet someone from Morigaon, then I'll tell him the name of my locality in Morigaon.

Ask my son Ekagra where is he from in a few years. I am sure he will reply he is from Bangalore.

The most interesting answer to this question came from one of my colleagues. His father works in the armed forces. The armed force personnels work in different places of the country and keep moving from one place to another within a few years. So my colleague spent his childhood days all across the country. His father's native place is in Orissa; but my colleague never lived in Orissa. He later pursued his engineering in southern state of Kerala. Now he works in Bangalore. He told me: he needs five minutes time in answering the question where he is from. But he said it will be easier to answer the question when he goes outside of India. He can simply say then: "I am from India".

Look at Facebook profile of any of your friends. It has two fields: Lives in for current place of residence and from  for that sweet place where your spent your childhood days. Of course, there are some people for whom both the fields are same.

So where are you from? :-)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Biswakarma Puja

Biswakarma (as pronounced in Eastern part of India - Assam, West Bengal and Orissa) or Vishwakarma (as pronounced in rest of India) is the only engineering god from about 330 million Hindu gods. Vishwa means the universe and Karma means work. Vishwakarma is considered as the architect of the universe. In Assam, West Bengal and Orissa, 17th of September (the Sankranti - last day of Bhada month) is celebrated as Biswakarma puja. People owning cars, motor bikes, factories, government engineering departments like PWD, END, Irrigation etc celebrate this puja.  I remember people owning bicycle and cycle-rickshraws too put garlands around their cycles on this day.

In my childhood days, we didn't have a car or bike or scooter. We owned three bicycles - used by my father, my brother and me. I think we also put some garlands in our bicycles. Deuta (father in Assamese) used to get invited by PWD and END departments for the Vishwakarma puja. Sometime my brother and I would accompany him to these offices in the afternoon. The evening used to be reserved for the big celebrations at Naba Bordoloi khura (uncle)'s residence. Bordoloi khura  was a lecturer of English in Morigaon college and was our neighbour. He was relatively wealthy in our neighbourhood and was the only person who owned an Ambassador car and one Bajaj scooter. (He was also the first person owning a color TV and a telephone connecttion). Bordoloi khura would invite all the families in our neighbourhood for evening snacks at his residence on the day of Vishwakarma puja. It was more like a dinner - prasad, luchi, bhaji, sweets etc.

Although we didn't celebrate Vishwakarma puja at our home, I always waited for the arrival of this festival with much excitement. Can you guess why? No, it is not because of the attraction of attending it in PWD office or at Bordoloi khura's home. But because Biswakarma puja heralded the onset of the festive season that would continue till January. In my small town of Morigaon, vendors would start selling balloons from Vishwakarma puja. In a few days from this, there will be Durga puja and Kati bihu in October. Then there will be Deepavali, Kali Puja, Christmas and New Year in November and December. In January, there would be Magh Bihu and then Na-khuwa (occasion to celebrate the first rice of the season..will write a blog on this sometime).

There was one more reason I liked Vishwakarma puja. It also brings the autumn season (sarat and hemanta ) - used to be my most favorite season. Rains would stop by then. End of summer and onset of winter. The night sky would be amazingly clear with full of stars.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

PMGSY: catalyst for changing the rural landcape

I'm just back from Assam after a one week long vacation there. Usually we go to Assam once every year and we take two weeks off. But this time we were there for a shorter time. When we go there, we visit our relatives from both my side and my wife's side. Most of our relatives are in Nagaon district. Nagaon is a central district in the southern bank of the Brahmaputra.

I drove a lot during the vacation. I observed three things about the roads in Nagaon district. I hope it's the same in almost every part of Assam. The national highway (NH-37) is in a bad shape because of the four-lane NHAI project. This project has been going on for quite a long time. I'm not sure how many years it'll take for the completion of the four-lane highway. Secondly, state roads (maintained by state PWD department) are in pathetic conditions. The road connecting my native town Morigaon to the nearby town Nagaon is one of the worst road I've ever seen. The condition of that road has been deteriorating every year. Either the local politicians are not interested or the state government has no money for development of the roads.

Contrary to the gloomy condition of the national highways and state roads, the village roads present a completely different picture. Thanks to the central government scheme called Pradhan Mantri Gram Sadak Yojana (means Prime Minister's Village Road Plan),  all the village roads have been developed in recent years in Nagaon and Morigaon districts and hopefully in rest of Assam also.  The remotest villages have all been connected through good roads under this scheme. There is not much traffic on these roads. These roads have started a new market for vehicles like Tata Winger, Tata Magic etc. These vehicles carry around 10 or 15 people and ply on these roads. Now it's a lot easier for people to travel through these villages.

I used these roads built under PMGSY scheme to drive to many of the villages where our relatives live. Taking these roads reduces the distance otherwise I had to take using highways.

I was curious to know who will maintain these roads. Construction of these roads will be meaningless if these are not maintained properly. I heard that there is a 5 year maintenance period for these roads. The contractor whoever builds these village roads need to keep aside 25% of the fund for maintenance of the road for the next 5 years. I hope this money is used in actually maintaining the roads and don't end up in the pockets of the officials.

Roads are very important for economic development. Most of India still lives in villages. Till a few years back, road connectivity in these villages were a big problem. I hope the PMGSY roads will bring in new prosperity and socio-economic development to our villages.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

How many birthdays do you have? I have two!

I come from a small town - Morigaon. I went to government school and studied in Assamese medium till class-X. There was no play-school and pre-school those days in Morigaon and I went to class-I directly at the age of 5 year and half. There was no convent or any other English medium school there. Students from poor families to upper and lower middle class families in and around that town came to study in that school.

Usually kids of some poor people from villages start school late. Then some students fail in annual exams. So students of various age groups study in a same class.

Then at our time there was no birth-certificate in Assam. The class-X certificate from school-board was considered as the birth certificate.

So when we filled up the forms for class-X exams, our teachers told us not to fill the birth-day column. I didn’t understand its implication at that time. Later I found out that the teachers normalized some dates for all students! Our class X exams took place in the month of March. So all students' birthdays were distributed from about first week of Feb to first week of March.  That’s the story of I having two birthdays. The real one is in August and the official one is February.

Another consequence of these two birthday phenomenon: people used to retire from government services in the month of February and March.  My father retired in the month of February. My mother too will retire in the month of February. So is my uncle.


Things have changed a lot now. My native town Morigaon has changed since then. Birth certificates are compulsory in India now. So I guess people won't have the luxury of celebrating birthday two times in a year nowadays. :-)

I get two sets birthday wishes every year. From all my official contacts, I receive birthday wishes in February. Again in the month of August, I get birthday wishes from personal contacts. Well, it's not bad to receive people's good wishes twice in a year. :-)

Thursday, May 13, 2010

36 years of parents' wedding

Today is the 36th wedding anniversary of my parents. On 13th May 1974, my parents tied the nuptial bond. It was of course an arranged marriage. One of my father's sisters (পেহী) was married in the village Dumdumia-Balisatra. That is my mother's village too. Then my mother's elder sister (জেঠাই) was married to the neighbouring village of my father's village Hatisung-Kujidahn. I think the the proposal for my parents wedding would have come from one of these two links. (I'm not sure. I'd ask them today.)  My father was the eldest of six siblings whereas my mother was the youngest of 12 siblings. There was a 10+ years gap between two of them. Did they meet alone to get to know each other? No, they didn't even talk to each others before marriage! My father's eldest sister (ডাঙৰ পেহী), who expired a few years back, and his youngest brother (বোপা খুৰা) met my mom before the marriage. And the marriage was finalized!  Very unthinkable if you fast forward the clock by 36 years; isn't it?

One success mantra behind their happy married life: I have never seen them fighting like many other couples. Whenever my father was angry, my mother was calm. Whenever my mother was angry for some thing (it was very very rare), my father kept quite. That way a fight never broke out between them.

My father is retired. My mother is working and will retire in 2015. They live in my native town Morigaon. Unfortunately, I am not with them on this day today. Just wanted to tell them: Deuta-ma, you've been the best parents of the world. I don't believe in gods that exist in temples. I see manifestation of gods in you. Love you.


I hope to celebrate the 40th wedding anniversary of my parents in 2014. (Last anniversary that we all celebrated was the silver jubilee year in 1999.)

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Manoj Deka and my childhood days in Morigaon: Part-I

I was born and brought up in Morigaon, a small town in central Assam. The entire town was like a big family where every one knew each other. There was only one petrol station, one movie hall (it was actually a godown which was later converted into a movie hall). I liked the Bhramyaman Theatres (Mobile Theatres) that came to Morigaon during October to February time. I could recognize almost every one when we went to watch a show there - Sharma uncle, Baruah uncle, Kalita uncle etc.

Deuta (my father) came to Morigaon when it became a sub-division (circa 1971). Prior to that, he was working with the Deputy Commissioner's office in Nagaon. There was a Basic Training School (a training school for primary and middle school teachers) in Morigaon. (It host the Police Reserve now). It was a big campus. When Morigaon became a sub-division, the school was shifted to somewhere else outside Morigaon. The campus of the school was given to new administrative setup of the new sub-division. It had the offices of Sub Divisional Officer (SDO), Sub-Divisional Judicial Magistrate (SDJM) within it and the firebrigade. There were around six official residences there. (We used to call those as quarters). The first one was allotted to the SDO, the last one to deuta and middle ones were given to the EACs (Extra Asst Commissioners), EMs (Executive Magistrate), and judicial magistrates.

Around 1980, the SDO office shifted to a new campus in Pachatia. Deuta also bought a plot of land in Pachatia. Pachatia was an area consisting of several villages. All the villages were named after a caste of people who lived there: Kalita gaon, Koch gaon, Heera gaon etc (This is something that I don't like). My father bought the plot of land in Koch gaon. Koch is a very major caste in Assam. (The great Koch king Naranarayan ruled Assam in 16th century AD). All our neighbours used the surname Deka.

Deuta bought two adjacent plots of land from two brothers. One of them was the father of late Manoj Deka. Deuta was about to start building our own house; but he suffered from a major desease in 1981. He was cured; but I think he was left penniless as a result of the costs involved in his treatment. At the same time, we had to vacate our official residence as the SDO's administrative setup was vacating the old campus. We left our official residence in 1982 and moved into a temporary accommodation in our plot that was originally constructed as a shelter for the labourers who would construct our house!

Our eastern-side neighbour was Dilip Deka (Dilip da as I called him). He was a high-school teacher in a venture school (a school which is not owned by the Government and it expects to be owned by the Government sometime in future. The teachers don't get any salary). Dilip da lived there with two his parents, grand-mother, two brothers (Laba and Dhon) and a sister (Rupa).

One day Dilip da showed me some books and coloured postcards of Soviet Russia. I remember the postcard on Lenin and the red USSR (CCCP) flags. Dilip da told me that his cousin brother is a Communist party member in India. His cousin went to Russia and he brough those postcards and books. His cousin's name was Manoj Deka. That was my first indirect link with late Manoj Deka. I was around six years old at that time.
(To be continued.)