Monday, 14 October 2019

When Did Durga Become Bengali ?


         When Did Durga Become Bengali ?

Jawhar Sircar
Ananda Bazar Patrika 27 Sept ‘19
English version

            All Bengalis here love Durga, but only few realise that Bengal’s Durga is uniquely Bengali and her form, agenda and legend are quite different from the rest of India. First of all, Durga never comes anywhere in autumn with her whole family and secondly, she is not greeted in other regions as the loving daughter of a whole people, not just Menaka’s. To understand the riddles, we need to appreciate the dichotomous characteristics of why a benign mother arrives as an angry belligerent warrior goddess before her own mother. Let us also understand why her grown up children simply look the other way, when Durga is fighting her life-or-death battle.

        History tells us that Durga Puja was started on a grand scale in medieval Bengal by the first batch of Hindu zamindars appointed by Jahangir and his Subahdars like Kansanarayan of Taherpur and Bhabananda Majumdar of Nadia, both Brahmans. This was in the second decade of the 17th century and the oldest pujas of this phase would be just four centuries old, if they survived. After Jahangir and Shah Jahan, the next Muslim ruler to entrust loyal Hindu upper caste Bengalis as collectors of revenues, was Murshid Quli Khan and his successors nawabs. This was  in the early part of the 18th century, but many switched allegiance to the British after the Battle of Plassey. In fact, Raja Nabakrishna Deb celebrated Clive’s treacherous victory just three months later, by holding a grand Durga Puja with naach girls and flowing wine. The point is that these zamindars were encouraged by all three sets of masters to expand cultivable land at any cost and they needed to drive out buffalos from the wet lowlands and swamps where the best Aman paddy could grow. Durga’s slaying of the Mahishasura was invoked, which explains why the poor bleeding creature required to be dragged to her mother’s house. But as Brahmanism emphasised on the Puranic legend of her tireless battle against dark forces, she had also to be in her trademark warrior dress, with arms, even on her four days’ annual leave. Then, landlords needed Durga to demonstrate their own power to fickle peasants, who would desert their zamindaris if the terms did not suit them or they were starving during the frequent famines. 

      These contradictions were, however, noticed by the 19th century poet,  Dasharathi Ray, whose Menaka  screams:
“Oh, Giri! Where is my daughter, Uma?
    Who have you brought into my courtyard? 
       Who is this ferocious female warrior?”

Rashikchandra Ray also echoes Menaka’s sentiment:
“ Giri, who is this woman in my house?
She cannot be my darling Uma.”

        The Bengali Durga had also to accommodate the pressure of the common folk who insisted on visualising her as a good ‘mother’ with a happy ‘family’. Incidentally, Kartik and Ganesh had emerged as independent gods with their long history of evolution from non-Aryan culture. The former arose from the Dravidian tradition of Murugan, Aramugam, Senthil or Subhramania, where he is a pre-puberty boy-god (not a virile adult), while Ganesh or gana-eesha, god of the short, ugly ganas surely emerged from indigenous roots. Both were converted into Durga’s sons by the Shiva Purana and the Skanda Purana. They made their first ‘guest appearance’ in Bengal, standing next to Durga, in the 12th century icons found at Nao-Gaon in Rajshahi and Comilla’s Dakshin Muhhamadpur. But Lakshmi and Saraswati were more problematic, because as Vishnu’s consort, Sri or Lakshmi is actually ‘older’ than Durga and Saraswati was already associated with Brahma. Eventually, under pressure from the Bengali masses, all four went through age reduction to qualify as Durga’s children, even without proper adoption certificates. Patriarchal Brahmanism was actually relieved to ‘domesticate‘ the warrior goddess, who could give women wrong notions of feminine independence and it was safer to bind her to her home, with four children. Now, we understand why they are looking away from the battle scene, as no fresh Puranic stories were composed in late medieval Bengal to legitimise their role in the deadly war over Asuras.

            Let us remember that these nine days in autumn are observed as Navaratri all over India, to worship Ram’s battle not Durga’s, with proper fasting and sparse regimented diets. But Bengalis must always differ and they feast during this joyous period. The Ramayana connection with Durga was brought in by an enterprising Bengali, Krittivas Ojha, and while Dushera celebrates Ram’s victory over Ravan in India, our Dashami commemorates Ma Durga’s final victory. In reality however, pathos rules the Bengalis that day because their daughter Durga and her family must bid a tearful farewell. Fertility worship, that starts with Ganesh’s kola-bou (banana plant worship) now ends with sindoor-khela which has emerged as a new stylish motif of modern Bengali women.

         We just cannot end without mentioning how the royal lion was invoked by the new class of zamindars, as a symbol of power, replacing the pan-Indian ‘Durga’ who rides a familiar tiger. The only problem was that no Bengali had ever seen a lion and therefore all traditional pujas invariably depicted Durga’s vahan as a horse or some other creature. It was only in the late 19th century that Bengali artisans could craft a lion that looked like one, because the Calcutta zoo imported two for display. But soon thereafter, nationalists replaced zamindars and started collective sarvajanin pujas to ensure public participation for their cause.  This barowari phase continues, but Durga moved from zamindars to the new petit bourgeoisie and later became the ‘annual social mixing’ platform of the better-off but aloof professionals and business strata who occupied apartment buildings. In this century, Durga finally metamorphosed as the near-monopoly of the subaltern class that seized power.  



Preserving Kolkata's Heritage


PRESERVING KOLKATA’S HERITAGE
Jawhar Sircar
Urbana October 2019

When the Grecian pillars and the imposing pediment of the Senate Hall of Calcutta University were being demolished in 1960, little did Kolkata know that it was not tearing down a building: it was actually ripping out a bone from one of its very ribs, that protected its pulsating heart.   Very few protested and ABP brought out a sepia-tint poster of this demolition which hangs in my house in Kolkata, with the legend focusing on the workmen, “Forgive them, for they knew not what they were doing; But some did, and did not care!”
It sums up the tragedy of the “second city of the Empire” that housed not only some of the finest edifices of the colonial period which would make any citizen of the world feel at home. It also boasted one of the largest numbers of palatial buildings for which it was once called “the City of Palaces”.  The wealth that flowed into the city from the early part of 19th century and continued unabated for the next 120 to 130 years assured that allocable surpluses to the ruling classes, as well as to their British overlords, and a sizeable part of this found itself in the magnificent mansions. 
One by one, they were pulled down from the 1950s, either for public conveniences or sometimes for widening of roads, like Choudhury’s palace of Sahib, Bibi or Gulam had to make way for Central Avenue. Others were handed over to promoters for building multi-storey flats, often by squabbling siblings. But each time a building with neo-classical features or rococo or even ostentatious baroque was ripped apart, we lost an irreplaceable specimen of colonial Bengal’s superb craftsmanship.  Even after independence and CIT’s expansion of the city, art decors sprawled and became common place.  Thus few of us realised what these architectural specimen means to eyes that are tired of ungainly boxed buildings of all sizes in the same tinted glass and concrete.
I was trying to photograph some of the exquisite cast iron sculptures that adorned the facades of many such buildings, either as balconies or balustrades, and one is amazed to find the finest and the most delicate designs that man could ever weave with iron.  Quite often large parts of such cast iron dreams are found to have been taken away and sold by weight and replaced by unimaginative factory produced wrought iron.  I think it is time to focus not only on stucco and on plaster and on architectural styles but also on railings, balustrades, windows and of course wonderful doorways and marble flooring.  Unless we educate ourselves on what they mean and how valuable they are, how would we know what we destroy at periodic intervals?
But is it all right for connoisseurs to make whatever comment they want on somebody else’ property or for heritage lovers to bemoan the passage of time and necessary modernisation? Don’t the owners need money to sustain uneconomically large buildings, so that the city’s heritage can be preserved at the cost of someone else who has to bear the burden? This logic is accepted. But how is it other self-respecting countries or cities manage to cling on to what they will never able to replace?  One of the methods to save heritage is to provide state or municipal funding, but I do not think we should even discuss this subject in India.  After 40 years in administration, I hardly know any municipal body in India that has not taken an active part in the destruction of the history and heritage of the very cities that were entrusted to them. 
One idea that comes to my mind is that of a ‘Lottery Fund’.  Let us not forget that large parts of early Kolkata were built through by lotteries conducted by the Company’s government and one of the best examples of these is the Strand Road that was financed completely from such funds.  The UK has its Heritage Lottery Fund to which citizens can contribute with no sense of guilt and some hope of win.  It earns millions, but its funds ultimately go to subsidised maintenance of heritage buildings and historical areas. Bank of China and HSBC take an active part in providing heritage funds for their cities in China.  There are many such ideas which government just needs to clear and citizens can take over from that point, to maintain their own heritage. At the same time public bodies need to observe the highest level of transparency, while they absorb themselves in the task of saving every small part of priceless and irreplaceable history of their communities, cities, State and the nation.
 Kolkata must remember that while Delhi has four World Heritage Sites declared by the UNESCO and Mumbai, Chennai, Ahmedabad, Jaipur, Hyderabad all have such prestigious buildings of international fame, the grand old capital of British India, Kolkata, is yet to earn this award for even a single site. Since Kolkata does not have any notable architecture of the pre-colonial era, we could propose the Victoria Memorial or the Howrah Bridge or even Fort William to UNESCO, Paris, for World Heritage statue — but that requires a lot of documentation of multiple dimensions and maintaining the purity of the original structure. These entail a heritage consciousness and pride to be existing or developed among the citizens of this city — which is missing where serious tasks of this nature are concerned.
   But we can always make a start — so let us begin, now.

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