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My childhood days

Our member Mr R. N. Banerjee fondly remembers his childhood days before and after Bengal partition. He shares his memories and a few innocent occurrences of those days.

We lived in a neighbourhood adjacent to Bardhhaman Railway station during the 1940s. The place had a big playground with wide open streets where we had some wonderful memories. The wide GT road with agricultural fields on both sides of the road, the cheerful school days, everything is still fresh in my mind. My 𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, or paternal aunt used to live with us. She was a widow, and was very protective about us. We could reach school fast by crossing the GT road which was a shortcut, but also a busy road, hence, dangerous. 𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 had strictly instructed us to take a longer route which was safer, rather than crossing the unsafe road. But as kids usually are, we too used to love breaking rules at times. During those days, there was a unique way of carrying books in monsoon. We used to arrange the books in the ribs of the umbrella to make sure they didn’t get wet. Though it would increase the weight of the umbrella, still we did not mind carrying our books that way to protect them from getting wet. But then there was another issue, the loaded heavy trucks travelling at high speed on the GT road would blow away our umbrellas and our books would scatter all over and get wet. Then everyone would rush to collect the books and wipe them. During winter the agricultural fields on both sides of the roads used to be full of peas. The farmer had a hard time keeping the school going kids out of the fields. In their presence the peas vanished in no time. During World War II, there were frequent blasts in several places. We as kids were taught how to use the inflator pump in school, so that in case of any emergency, even kids could use it to putt off fire. I also remember 15th August 1947, the day we got independence, was indeed an unforgettable ceremony. We had coloured papers to make Indian flags and we were very excited to make those. We all hoisted flags on our roof and were extremely proud of our freedom. I also remember how the thunderstorm washed away my flag to the next roof and from there to the next. Our happy faces suddenly turned concerned, and all of us got busy collecting our flags from that mangled stuff. Now I find those childhood vacant places filled with shops and establishments. The field though still present is much smaller in size now. Yet, the happiness and carefree childhood life, and the moment of our country’s independence is still etched in my mind.
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Masai Mara

A visit to Serengeti, Maasai Mara and Amboseli forest reserves is stuff that dreams are made of. It was a dream that came true for our member Ms K. Roy Choudhury and her husband, Mr R. Roy Choudhury. They had planned the trip meticulously and enjoyed it fabulously.
The land of the Maasai presents one of the most breathtaking natural vistas. The abundant wildlife and endless plains in this world of the ancient Maasai, who travelled down from the Nile basin, make for eternal memories. Mara means “spotted”. Sure enough, the landscape is dotted by innumerable short bushy trees that so enthralled the Roy Choudhurys on their trip to East Africa.
There they primarily experienced the many splendors of the Serengeti, Maasai Mara and Amboseli forest reserves. They had planned the trip well and did not need much help in terms of what to do and where to visit once they landed in Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, from Mumbai.
It was the Serengeti National Park, in Tanzania, which mesmerized them along with the Amboseli National Park, crowned, as they were, by the towering Mt Kilimanjaro, Africa’s Mesmerized by the Maasai Travel Dairy highest mountain. Apart from the sheer vastness of the region, it was the action- packed lives of its fascinating animals, which included the annual migration of the wildebeest, which took their breath away.
For those unfamiliar with the creature, it is a gnu, an antelope, and belongs to the family Bovidae, which includes antelopes, cattle, goats, sheep, and other even-toed horned ungulates. It looks like a thin, muscular cow with a large, sloping back, curved horns and striped bodies. The fascination of Serengeti increases manifold when more than two million wildebeest, zebras and gazelles move through the Serengeti and Masai Mara ecosystems in search of green pastures, every year.
The Roy Choudhurys watched with bewilderment “the wildebeest, the most unusual of species, and their migration from Tanzania’s Serengeti to the south of Kenya’s Masai Mara in search of lush grazing grounds and life-giving water. Their virtually endless journey is dictated by the seasons and follows a pattern. They all move in a line and a group”.
Interrupting this amazing sight was a shocker. A crocodile caught hold of a wildebeest’s leg and tried to drag it away. However, the wildebeest managed to “flee with an injured leg”. Strangely, the other members of the flock were not “bothered about the attack. They kept moving towards their destination!”
Every aspect of the trip remains etched in the Roy Chowdhurys’ minds. The sturdy tourist vehicles took the uneven terrain in their stride, crossing streams without a qualm. On the way back from the forest tour, however, the waters from the higher reaches of the mountain, which had experienced a heavy shower, had gushed down and the streams looked like hissing spurts of water threatening to wash away the vehicles. The drivers stopped as the passengers cringed with fear.
Matters were resolved when the hotel sent a big bus to rescue its guests. “Everything was well managed but that hour-long wait was quite frightening”.
Our members had planned a night halt at Amboseli en route to Maasai. It was yet another exciting night with the hotel almost inside the forest. The guests were told that the wildlife often made nocturnal calls and, if they did, the guests would have to stay calm and not make a noise. There was a focus light that was switched on after sunset and a piece of flesh was kept near a stream of water to satisfy any marauding animal. There was a tunnel through which the younger and more daring guests walked to where the animals came. Ms Roy Choudhury chose the safety of distance, but did manage to spot the cheetah coming to consume the meat.
On to the Masaai village the next morning. There they witnessed the interesting customs of the semi- nomadic tribe that was coming to terms with modernism. Their children went to schools and even colleges. Things were a-changing, albeit slowly, for the Masaai. “I was amazed to see cars parked outside few of the houses and learnt that some of the children attended schools and colleges in nearby cities. They wore normal clothes there but, back home for holidays, they wore their traditional costumes”.
The vernacular architecture is interesting too. The Maasais traditionally rely on readily available materials like mud, sticks, grass, cow dung and cow’s urine. They use indigenous technology to construct their unusual and interesting houses, built by the women mainly. The friendly Maasais, with distinct traditions, customs and dress, heavy ornaments and their easy interaction with tourists, made for indelible memories.