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Down Memory Lane Traveller's Diary

Life during partition and beyond

Our member Mr. K. K. Dasgupta braved through unfathomable challenges of the tumultuous times of war, and the Bengal partition. Beyond those testing times life was gracious and smiled on him.

I was born in Comilla an ancient city which was part of Tripura, now in East Bangladesh, at my maternal uncle’s house. Later I shifted to our own house in Noakhali. But when I was around 7 to 8 years old upheavals started there. I could see military trucks everywhere. The premonitions of war had started. I associated war with the military trucks. Our school was shut down permanently and was taken up as a military base and everyone was told to evacuate and leave the city. We shifted to my maternal uncle’s house, and my education which had just begun came to a stop.

Once the war was over, the riots began. Slogans were heard from everywhere, so it was eminent that something fierce was going on. Everyone had to go back to Comilla to my uncle’s house from Noakhali and after the war everyone came back again.

Then we heard about partition. It was my father’s instinct which made him foresee the worsening conditions and the closing down of our cotton mills at Comilla. His practicality had made him plan beforehand to start a business in Chowringhee, Kolkata. Just before the partition in May, 1947 he moved to Kolkata with my mother and took this house that we are staying in now, on rent. In the month of October 1947, I came to Kolkata via Assam. That was the only way to cross the border during those testing times. The path to Kolkata was not easy, barely clad, going through a lot of hardships, I somehow managed to reach my parents. Life was arduous to start from scratch. We also accommodated multiple relatives under one roof. We learnt during that phase to be compassionate and united.

Life doesn’t move the same way always and things looked up for me. Luckily, I got a scope to enroll myself in a school that too in class IX directly. From class IV to IX I practically didn’t have any education. In a year with tuitions, I could clear my school final exam as well. After my ISC exam, I got admission in Scottish Church college for BSc. After completing my graduation, I wanted to go abroad to study. I had no idea how to go and what to do. During that time, I applied in Glasgow and got through. Usually, people went abroad by ship but I flew to London. I received a telegram from the Indian High Commission welcoming me to London to facilitate my stay there for two days. Thereafter I went to Glasgow by train. The cottage that I was provided to stay had no heating facility and it was immensely cold at that time. I got in touch with the High Commission student welfare officer, he got my admission done in one of the Colleges of Technology. Then I met a Mechanical Engineering Professor who changed my life drastically. He made me ready for life, made me learn what lifestyle was all about, introduced me to good films, art etc. Thus, he taught me to balance between my studies and life.

Once I completed my Engineering a scope to join an International Exchange of Technical students came up. My professor asked me if I was interested to go to Yugoslavia for the exchange program, since language would be a barrier for me. But I readily agreed. Though the initial phase was hard later as I started learning their language and getting accustomed to the surroundings, it became one of the best phases of my life.

Even if my life had begun in the face of adversity and struggle, it is amazing how things had taken a beautiful turn and helped me explore places and culture beyond expectation.
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Down Memory Lane Traveller's Diary

The impactful days of Independence

Our member Mr. S. Ghosh speaks about his days at the political and literary hub Prayagraj, where he was brought up. He shares his experience of political decision makers and movements that took place there.

I was born in Allahabad, in UP which was later changed to Prayagraj. It is an inland peninsula surrounded by the rivers Ganges and Yamuna. Previously river Saraswati was also a part of it but later it had dried. We used to stay in an elite colony called Georgetown, which was mainly occupied by the white collared workers. It also housed many hospitals and clinics. It is still known for affluent surroundings and neighbourhood. A lot of Bengalis used to stay in Allahabad. Even people from Banaras had shifted there. Our home was about 2 km from Anand Bhawan, the grand estate of Motilal Nehru. Not far away was the Fort area, where the British military was barracked and consequently there was strict patrolling in Georgetown and neighbouring colonies. We lived in a large house in Georgetown built by my grandfather – a respected lawyer, who had migrated from Banaras.

Allahabad was a cosmopolitan city inhabited by a vast cross-section of intellectuals and academics in the shape of professors, jurists, musicians, writers, on the one hand and a vast body of shopkeepers and tradesmen, on the other hand who were mostly uneducated or semi employed. Being a pilgrim city as well because of the Sangam — the confluence of holy rivers, there was a great deal of visitors from all over India leading to intermingling of views and passions. National leaders and stalwarts like Abdul Kalam Azad, Govind Ballabh Pant, Subhash Chandra Bose, Vallabhbhai Patel, Lal Bahadur Shastri and many others paid frequent visits for rallies and meetings. Unpublicized conclaves were known to be taking place in Anand Bhawan. Motilal Nehru’s son, Jawaharlal Nehru and daughter Vijaylaxmi Pandit had their grounding in politics in this environment. Swaraj was in the air. The influence of Mahatma Gandhi was everywhere.

I was studying in Allahabad University in the year 1947. It was one of the most prestigious colleges and a literary hub for Hindi literary activities and had also played an instrumental role in Independence. As a young student going to high school and college in those years, I was subjected to the charged atmosphere surrounding me and my elders in the joint family. My father and uncles were senior citizens engaged in medicine and legal profession and they had a large circle of friends, clients and acquaintances. The family was privy to a lot of things going on, even though nothing was articulated indoors. We were taught to keep our lips sealed for mutual safety. Externally, there were periodical events like processions, slogan shouting in crowded areas of the city, and lathi charge by Indian sepoys and police when things went out of control. However, the press was allowed to function, albeit under censorship. But secret pamphlets and literature were clandestinely distributed.

It was difficult not to be influenced by the environment. Any chats between fellow students had to be hush-hush, and the concept of Swaraj was a notion with fanciful ideas in the student community. I went through exciting times with political events that culminated in Independence and the departure of colonial masters from our shores. Dramatic events like partition, framing of our Constitution, establishment of democracy and setting up of Rajya Sabha and Lok Sabha, creation of Supreme court and High Courts ensued and formed part of our national history.

To have lived in such momentous times is a privilege and experience never to be forgotten.