Window Seat | Mrinal
Chatterjee
Assam Diary: Memorial of Bhupen Hazarika
Recently
I had been to Guahati University for three days and stayed in its Guest house,
which is located very near to the entrance gate from Jalukbari side. Just
outside the University gate, an Assamese architecture inspired memorial has
been built for Dr. Bhupen Hazarika.
Photo: Mrinal Chatterjee |
Bhupen
Hazarika was and still remains one of the most respected and popular public
figure in the north-east, particularly Assam. Singer, lyricist, music composer, public
figure (he was a Member of Legislature- MLA and contested in a general election)
he wore many hats with equal élan. He was conferred with Padma Vibhushan, the
second highest civilian award of the country in 2012.
His
major contribution was in the field of music. Known as ‘sudha-kantha’
(nectar-voice) his songs have been very popular in
the country and abroad. His songs have been translated and rendered in many
languages.
The memorial at Jalukbari is tastefully done. His songs are played in this memorial, which is
fairly well maintained. People, mostly young crowd come here, sit around,
listen to his songs and take selfie with his
statue at the background.
I think a board with a short bioprofile of Dr. Hazarika should have been there. And a shop selling memorabelia including his music CDs in different languages.
I think a board with a short bioprofile of Dr. Hazarika should have been there. And a shop selling memorabelia including his music CDs in different languages.
Chance Meeting
The
other day I met a frail looking aged lady at the dinner table at the Guahati
University Guest house. She ate so
little that I felt embarrassed to eat my usual quota of two chapattis and a
bowl of vegetables. She probably could sense that and encouraged me to eat more
by saying “you are still young”.
More embarrassed I asked her to change the topic: “You teach here?
More embarrassed I asked her to change the topic: “You teach here?
She
answered "I have come to conduct a dance workshop."
- You teach Dance? There probably was that slight tinge of disbelief in my voice.
- Yes, she answered and pushed morsels of chapatti in her mouth.
When she finished her frugal supper, she fished a visiting card from her bag, gave me and left. I looked at the card.
- You teach Dance? There probably was that slight tinge of disbelief in my voice.
- Yes, she answered and pushed morsels of chapatti in her mouth.
When she finished her frugal supper, she fished a visiting card from her bag, gave me and left. I looked at the card.
She
was Dr. Saroja Vaidyanathan, Padmashree awardee of 2002 and Padma Bhushan
awardee of 2013, a Bharatnatyam exponent, author and choreographer.
Cringe Pop
I
learnt about this genre of pop music from a girl student at the Dept. of JMC,
who is doing her M.Phil and planning to do research on this. Cringe pop refers to the music and music videos which are described as
being "so bad that you cannot stop watching them".
She
told me, “please watch music videos of Mr. Rajkumar of Assam or Tahir Shah of
Pakistan or of Dhinchak Puja. They are so bad that you somehow like them.
Encouraged
I watched videos of Mr. Rajkumar., who I was told ‘is a sensation and has millions
of followers across the globe”. The videos are actually so bad, music so
pedestrian and the actors so grotesque, that you actually want to see more to
know how bad these could be.
I
am looking forward to meet Mr. Rajkumar (Thakuria) in person on my next visit
to Guwahati.
Tale of a Mosquito
A
gust of wind pushed a young female mosquito into the waiting aircraft in
Guwahati airport. The doors closed just then. She was trapped inside. Scared, she
shouted as loudly as a mosquito could. She prayed to the God as a mosquito
could. But the door did not reopen. She was trapped inside.
After
a while, disheartened that she could not escape she looked around and found
many well-fed persons. She thought ‘let me make the best of the situation’. She
started sucking blood from the first person she could dig her fangs in. As there was no other mosquito around, there
was no competition. So she sucked and sucked till she could drink no further.
Content and happy she closed her eyes to thank God for taking her inside the
aircraft.
Precisely
at that moment a sharp and tight slap ended her life.
Idli Day
I did not know that 30 March was
World Idli Day. I saw it on a social media post. Surfing the net for more
information I learnt that, World Idli Day was
the brainchild of Eniyavan, a popular idli-only caterer from Chennai. In 2015, he made a
staggering 1,328 varieties of idlis to institute and commemorate this day.
There was even a giant 44-kilogram idli that was cut by a top bureaucrat to
seal the deal and declare March 30 as World Idli Day forevermore.
Sufficiently
encouraged I tried to know more and learnt the history of idli.
Food historian KT Achayya
claims that idli had its origins in Indonesia, where steamed food was quite
popular. Others say that it was the Saurashtrian textile merchants who
first introduced idli or Iddada to South India during 10th century
AD.
A precursor of the modern idli
is mentioned in several ancient Indian works. Vaddaradhane, a 920 CE
Kannada language work by Shivakotiacharya mentions ‘iddalige’ prepared only
from a black gram (urad dal).
Tailpiece: Toothpaste
This has been taken from a young mother’s facebook
post.
Four-day school holiday. First question of son (all of
five years) on waking up the first morning: Why is it called toothpaste and not
teethpaste?
This
is going to be a long weekend.
Reply
by son (all of four and half years) of another young mother: "it's toothpaste because we need to take care of
each tooth, no one should be neglected"
This is going to be a real long weekend.
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The
author is a journalist turned media academician. He lives in Central Odisha
town Dhenkanal. He also writes fiction.
English translation of his Odia novel Yamraj Number 5003 has just been
published. mrinalchatterjee@ymail.com
This column is published every Sunday in Gangtok based English daily Sikkim Times and posted in www.odishadiary.com