Saturday, 31 August 2019

Column | Window Seat. 1.9.19

Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee | 1.9.19

Gopalpur on sea

Barely 16 km away from Berhampur, the commercial hub of southern Odisha and close to the border of Andhra Pradesh, Gopalpur is a tiny town by the Bay of Bengal with an unique geography, interesting history and loads of myth. It is said that in ancient times it used to the point from where sailors from Odisha used to go to Java, Borneo and Sumatra for trade. History has it that it used to be a small fishing village till British East India Company constructed a port here to export cheap labourers to Burma (now Myanmer) and import rice.
It was during the last decade of 18th century that a French man called Loraine landed there, and he changed the fact and profile of Gopalpur. Why did  Loraine came to this tiny obscure village in Odisha? Oral history has it that Loraine was a noble man residing in France. Loraine always stood for a cause — to help the distressed. It was during the days of French Revolution and this attitude of Loraine was never appreciated. In fact, the French establishment tried to guillotine him. As the French authorities launched a massive manhunt for him, Loraine went into hiding. Fortunately, Loraine had an intimate friend, a captain in the East India Shipping Company, called G.G. F. Edwardo, who rescued Loraine and got him to Gopalpur.
Loraine after coming to Gopalpur found trading to be a lucrative business as the port provided all the infrastructure and opportunities he was looking for. The East India Company had built large warehouses because the trade with Burma had picked up and it had become a trading point for rice from Rangoon. Loraine joined the East India Shipping Company and was involved in exporting the cheap Bengali labourers to Burma. Capable and experienced as he was in the rules of the game, Loraine formed his own shipping company called Bengal India Steam Navigation (BISN). Loraine succeeded well in the business as he managed to export cheap labour along with spices and bidis from India to Burma. Loraine and his family became prosperous and bought lands and built several properties, mostly hotels, resorts and lodgings in Gopalpur-on-Sea. Gopalpur gradually emerged as an upmarket tourist destination with wealthy families from Bengal regularly visiting here and some building houses also for summer retreat.  After Odisha became a separate State in 1936 and the independence movement gained momentum, the British influence, especially the trading activities, in Gopalpur started declining and virtually came to a standstill during the World War II.
Gopalpur ceased to be a port town. However it continued to be a popular tourist destination for people looking for a quiet and relaxed holiday. Its proximity to Berhampur, a major railstation worked to its advantage.
I had been to Gopalpur many times in the last four decades. I have seen its rise as a tourist destination and now witnessing its fall and decay. Gopalpur used to be a tiny, sleepy and wide open town. It used to be sparsely populated. Now it has become crowded and dirty. The steps built some years ago- have lost its sheen and are pan-stained. Stray dogs and cows abound. The concrete figurines, installed for beautification are damaged and wear a shabby look.
Photo: Mrinal Chatterjee

The beach has become narrower with sea rising and moving towards the landmass. You can hardly walk on the beach now. The
Jhau (Casuarina equisetifolia) trees which were one of prime attractions of Gopalpur are all but gone.
In the town- squalor and rubbish stare at you. Pigs play around merrily. Roads have become narrower with shabbily built houses occupying the road space.
Gopalpur is losing its charm.
The govt. of Odisha is trying to promote Odisha as a tourist destination. And here is an old seaside town, which used to be a popular tourist attraction is losing its charm. Big advertisements and roadshows in foreign countries will not attract tourists. Improving infrastructure and cleanliness is the foremost necessity. This is not just the case of Gopalpur town. Across the country several tourist places are losing its charm, its sheen.

Kazi Nazrul Islam

In pre-independence days, as freedom struggle gained momentum- Kazi Nazrul Islam’s revolutionary songs were on every lip in Bengal. Nazrul, known as Bidrohi Kabi (revolutionary poet) was then more popular among the youth of Bengal than Rabindranath Tagore.

He served in British Army during the First World War and fought in the Middle East. But after returning to India he turned into a journalist and started writing against the British rule.
He was the first poet of Bengal to have been jailed for writing poetry- which was considered inflammatory in British ruled India. He was an iconoclast. He wanted to break the boundaries of religion. Many of his poems urge the masses to break shackles of tyranny and oppression and sing songs of liberty. He also wrote poems and songs depicting love and nature. Nazrul wrote and composed music for nearly 4,000 songs.
In 1942 at the age of 43, he began to suffer from an unknown disease, losing his voice and memory. It was later diagnosed as Pick’s Disease, a rare incurable neurodegenerative disease. It caused Nazrul's health to decline steadily and forced him to live in isolation in India. He was also admitted in psychiatric hospital in Ranchi for many years.
Nazrul’s songs lived on. During the freedom struggle of Bangladesh- it became a tool for energizing the youth to fight for liberation. It was in 1971, Bangladesh was born and next year at the invitation of the Govt. of Bangladesh Nazrul and his family moved to Dhaka. He died four years later on 29 August 1976 in Bangladesh.

Tailpiece

Twelve New Diseases of ‘Whatsapp’ users.....recently discovered:
1. Wrong-post-in-wrong-group syndrome
2.Non-reading-earlier-post dystrophy
3. Repeat posting neurosis
4. Delayed reply psychosis
5. Hyper politico-religionitis
6. Sudden disappearancitis.
7. Incomprehensible abbreviationoma
8. Brainless compulsive forwarding syndrome
9. Acute wrong spelling reaction 
10. Attention seeking verbotism disorder!
11. Sudden exit syndrome.
12. Silent spectating atrophy
(Courtesy: Social Media)
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The author, a journalist turned media academician lives in Central Odisha town of Dhenkanal. An anthology of his weekly column Window Seat, published in 2018 has been published as a book. Write to him to get a free e-copy. mrinalchatterjee@ymail.com

This column is published every Sunday in Gangtok based English daily Sikkim Express and www.orissadiary.com

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Saturday, 17 August 2019

Column | Pathe Prantare 18.8.19

Samaya Taranga 18.8.19

Column | Window Seat 18.8.19


Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee

Buying a pair of Jeans

I never realized buying a pair of jeans will be such an ordeal for me.
Let me properly introduce myself. I am a man on wrong side of fifty, short height and potbellied. I have never bought a pair of jeans in my life, though I have worn one- my son’s old one, which he had discarded. I wore it for two reasons. Call me a miser or call me environmentalist. I wore it because it was still wearable. And I had recently read in an article that a pair of jeans pant requires more than a thousand litre water to make. Second reason: I was about to travel on a long train journey and my friends said, “Jeans is the thing you should wear on such a journey as you can wear for days together without washing it.”
But I had never bought one.
I was about to go on another long journey and my son did not have one to spare, I thought of buying one and told my wife so. As luck would have it, she chanced upon a handbill with this piece of information that the local mall was offering ‘heavy discount and free goodies.’
Anything offered free had always enticed her. So she kind of coaxed me to go the local mall to buy a pair of jeans.
As I reached there, I was taken to the ‘Jeans Section’. There stood a man, who asked me, Size?
I could not understand: size of what? I kept mum.
He then fished out a measuring tape and sized up my waist. Looked at the measuring tape and declared to the world: 38.
I was then taken to a counter, where the salesperson asked me, which cut would you like to wea , Sir?
I said, “I never knew somebody can wear a cut? I knew only the cut that the netas and officers take”.
The salesman in his thirties did not smile. With a stern face he said, there are a number of cuts, Sir- Straight Cut, Close Cut, Buffer Cut….
I said, “Give me straight cut. That suits my personality”.
-       “OK. Low waist, High waist or Mid-rise”?
-       “What does that mean?
The Salesman demonstrated that manually. I cannot tell you the body parts he touched- of himself.
I hurriedly said, “High Waist”.
“OK”. He showed me rack full jeans and told me, “These are of your size, pick your choice”.
I never realized that it you have more choices, then picking one becomes more difficult. In fact I now have this theory: the difficulty level of choosing anything increases in direct proportion to the number of choices you have.
After what it seemed like an iternity, I picked one. The Salesman said, “Pick another.”
-       “But I only want one”.
-       “We have an offer Sir. Buy two take two free”.
I went through the same process again and picked up another. And then he said, “Go to the trial room and try them.” If there is any issue with the fitting or any defect, you can change it now. In the offer period we are not allowing exchange after you buy them.”
So I went to the Trial Room. It turned out to be a small 4x4 cubicle with glass mirror on the wall. I entered the room and felt it to be full with myself. It was so very small that I could barely move my limbs and belly. And I have to remove my trousers to wear these two. On top of that the latch of the door refused to lock. So I had to do multiple tasks simultaneously. Remove trousers, keep an eye of the door and make sure that it stayed close. And then wear the new jeans. See if it fits properly or not. Then remove that. Wear the other one. Remove that. Remember which one fitted better. And then wear your original trousers. Make sure you are taking your belongings- motor-cycle key, mobile phone, money purse, etc.
Believe me it was an ordeal like I have never suffered.
The new Jeans was far too tight for me. And it was far too long. I had to pull it through and up my legs several times. I struggled and somehow managed to wear it. As I looked at the mirror, a grotesque potbellied old man looked back. I removed the jeans and wore my trousers and came back to the salesman.
He asked, “Perfect Sir”?
I said, “Ok. Send it for billing. I’ll take one.”
-       “No Sir, you’ll have to take two."
-     “ Why”?
-     “Then you will get two pairs free.”
-     “But I need only one! Give me just one and another free”.
-     “No Sir. You’ll have to buy two, and then only you’ll get two free.”
-     “But what shall I do with four pair of jeans?”
-     “That is your problem Sir. The Company offer is: buy two get two free.”
Here was I unable to make a decision, whether I should buy two to get two free and take four pairs of jeans which I may never wear. Or should I go home without buying one, after all the ordeal I have suffered for the past one hour.

Environment Friendly Flag

This year on Independence Day at IIMC, Dhenkanal (where I work) besides hoisting a Khadi National Flag also used a special kind of handmade paper flag with seeds embedded. After Independence Day celebration, these flags with marigold seeds embedded were respectfully planted in the soil. It would slowly grow into plants and in two months’ time would flower. A Jaipur based NGO is making this kind of flag.

On the occasion of 73rd Independence Day, IIMC, Dhenkanal also released 22 picture postcards featuring front pages of different newspapers of 15 August 1947. One can see the coverage of this momentous occasion in newspapers of that time.

Sayari

I found a sher (a short poem) in a social media forward, which reflects the mood of the times we live in.
Jo Roshni Me Khade Hain, Wo Jante Hi Nehi
Hawa Chale to Chiragon ki Jindagi Kya Hai.
(Those who are standing in light, would not know
the life of an earthen lamp as wind blows.)
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About the Author:
A journalist turned media academician Mrinal Chatterjee (born 1961) also writes fiction in Odia and columns in English and Odia. He has published 6 books on mass communication; and fifteen novels and short story collections.
He can be contacted at mrinalchatterjeeiimc@gmail.com

This column is published every Sunday in Sikkim Express and www.orissadiary.com


Sunday, 11 August 2019

Column | Window Seat | 11.8.19


Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee | 11.8.19
Kashmir
As the Union Government repealed Article 370 from Jammu and Kashmir and converted the State into two Union Territories- there has been three kinds of reaction immediately. There was this first sort of people, who became ecstatic and started rejoicing as if all the problems related to J & K were over. They could now buy lands in Srinagar and marry ‘beautiful’ Kashmiri girls. Memes to that effect appeared on social media platforms. The second sort of people was critical of the Govt. action. They viewed this action as an assault on democracy and going back on a promise. They were convinced that it would further worsen the situation. The third sort of people- and I believe they were in the majority- were happy that Article 370 giving special powers and privileges to J&K were withdrawn, but they were not happy with the way it was done- almost ramming it down the throat of the people. They were also concerned that this move to convert the State into two Union Territories could open a Pandora’s box. Already there  have been demands of turning Darjeeling in West Bengal into a Union Territory.
Will this action solve Kashmir problem? Will it integrate the people of Kashmir, especially from the valley, with mainland India? Will it contain the scourge of militancy and insurgency?
Only time will tell.
Meanwhile what we can do is act, talk and behave responsibly and with restraint. Snide and insensitive remarks vitiate the atmosphere. People of Kashmir are Indians. They must be treated with respect and dignity.
Scotlandpur
Last week, I wrote about interesting names of places. India has about six and half hundred thousand villages, many with very interesting names. Many of these names have a tale behind.
Do you know that there is a village called Scotlandpur in Odisha?  There’s actually a village in  Angul district of Odisha (about 14 km east of Angul in Talcher Tehsil) which is named after  Scotland in UK.
It is a small village having 26 hectares of area and 20-30 families. Talcher is the nearest town to it with a distance of 12 km. It has a small Railway station in which few local trains halt.
This tiny village has a ‘palace’ named Scotlandpur from which the village has taken its name. But why is it named so..!! The story begins when the Talcher King "Raja Kishor Chandra Dev" took charge of developing his entire kingdom and bringing Talcher to the forefront back in 1891. He was a king with modern thinking and wanted to develop his kingdom in modern administrative system.
His successor Pramod Chandra Deb, went to Scotland after being awarded with the title ‘Dewan Bahadur’ by Lord Wavell, the Commander-in-Chief of the British Indian Army. As Mr. Deb returned, he realised that he had fallen in love with Scotland and its disarming beauty. He built a palace near a village and named it Scotlandpur. Ultimately the village surrounding the palace was named  so.
Kishangarh Painting

Besides being known as the ‘Marble City’, Kishangarh in Rajasthan is also famous for its unique style of paintings of 18th century. The Kishangarh paintings are unique because of elongation of human faces and colour scheme. In this style of paintings, green color is used lavishly. The panoramic landscapes are depicted in a very elegant manner.

The common theme and subjects of Kishangarh Paintings are around the legends of Radha and Krishna. Usually the stories and various incidents of Radha and Krishna are depicted. 

In the Kishangarh style of paintings few things are very common like elongated neck of Radha and  Krishna, the long stylized eyes with drooping eyelids of Radha, the thin lips and pointed chin of Radha standing in a graceful pose with her head covered with a muslin odhni.


Bani thani is one of the most famous example of Kishangarh style of painting. India Post came out with a postage stamp depicting this painting done by Nihal Chand from the Marwar school of Kishangarh. It portrays a woman who is elegant and graceful. The painting's subject, Bani Thani, was a singer and poet in Kishangarh in the time of king Sawant Singh (1748–1764). Legend has it that Samant Singh who himself was a poet started writing poetry for Bani Thani and she responded positively. They fell in love with each other. Their love bloomed due to a shared interest in singing, poetry and devotion for Krishna.  She also wrote poetry under the pen name of Mrs.Rasikbihari. Later, he commissioned his artists to depict their relationship in a way similar to the love between Radha and Krishna. Both lovers died in the 1760s. They have twin chhatris dedicated to them near the Nagari Kunj temple.

An unbeatable creativity

Pankaj fell in love
Pankaj married
Pankaj divorced
Pankaj Udhaas..

Sameera went to a parlour
Sameera did her hair
Sameera did her makeup
Sameera Reddy..

Kangana hit the ball
Kangana took a single
Kangana did not reach the crease
Kangana Ranaut..

Hrithik buys bulb
Hrithik puts bulb in socket
Hrithik switches bulb on
Hrithik Roshan..

Neil arms weak
Neil joins gym
Neil does chin-ups
Neil Armstrong..

Anil mombatti
Anil agarbatti
Anil dhoop
Anil Kapoor..

Umar walking on the road
Umar got kidnapped
Umar not found by family
Umar Gul..

Minisha purchased a cycle
Minisha started riding cycle
Minisha's height increased
Minisha Lamba..

William making fruit shake
William took pears
William put them in glass
William Shakespeare..

Mika went to studio
Mika went to recording room
Mika took the mike
Mika Singh..
(Courtesy: Social Media)
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The author, a journalist turned media academician lives in Central Odisha town of Dhenkanal. An anthology of his weekly column Window Seat, published in 2018 has been published as a book. Write to him to get a free e-copy. mrinalchatterjee@ymail.com
This column is published every Sunday in Gangtok based English daily Sikkim Express and posted in www.orissadiary.com

Column | Pathe Prantare | 11.8.19

Samaya Taranga 11.8.19

Wednesday, 7 August 2019

Journalism Award

ISRO announces Vikram Sarabhai Journalism Award 

in Space Science, Technology and Research

07 AUG 2019 New Delhi:
As part of centenary year celebrations of Dr. Vikram Sarabhai, father of Indian space programme, ISRO institutes two categories of awards in journalism. ISRO has announced its “Vikram Sarabhai Journalism Award in Space Science, Technology and Research” to recognize and reward journalists who have actively contributed towards the field of space science, applications, and research. The nominations are open to all Indians who have a good experience in journalism. The articles published from 2019 to 2020 will be considered, says the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO).
There are two categories of awards, wherein the first category holds a cash price of Rs 5,00,000, a medal and citation and two journalists or freelancers of print media will be awarded. Nominated candidates will be judged on the basis of the articles or success stories published in Hindi, English, or Regional languages in popular Periodicals, Science magazines, or Journals in India during the year 2019 to 2020.
The second category of the award holds 3 cash prizes of Rs 3,00,000, 2,00,000 and 1,00,000 and citation each for journalists or freelancers of print media. The articles or success stories published in Hindi, English, Regional languages in popular newspapers or news magazines in India during the one year as indicated in the proposal. The names of the selected candidates will be announced on August 1st, 2020.
For details, click on the following link:
ISRO.GOV.IN

Monday, 5 August 2019

Job Information

Ommcom News (www.ommcomnews.com) is looking for a Copy Editor in English at Bhubaneswar with the following criteria:

1. Having at least 1 to 2 yrs of experience of copy editing in English digital media or print media.

2. To be posted in Bhubaneswar news desk.

3. Should be efficient in handling news input and copy editting them and posting them immediately on site error free.

4. Should have minimum knowledge of reading Odia text.

5. Salary per month would be between 15 k to 20 k depending on experience.

Those interested may send cv and apply directly to jajati.karan@gmail.com, ph: 9437015089.
Posted on 6.8.19

Friday, 2 August 2019

Column | Window Seat | 4.8.19

Window Seat | Mrinal Chatterjee | 4.8.19
Bandar Sindri
Recently I had been to Central University of Rajasthan, which is located at a place called Bandar Sindri. I read it as Bandar Sundri. In Odia and Bangla it means pretty she-monkey-  khubsurat bandariya.
I like this kind of quirky names, which make you smile, make you reflect, smells of the soil, provides a sneak pick of the local culture or local history, instead of flat and drab Nagar or Pur with the names of some political leader or historical figure.
The former gives you a lively kaleidoscope of visual and mental images, the later overdone still of a faded and jaded image.
Ajmer
The distance to Ajmer from Bandar Sindri is just about 54 km. Ajmer is known for the dargah of Sufi saint Moinuddin Chisti, a 13th century saint and philosopher. Born in Sistan in Modern day Iran he travelled across South Asia, eventually settling in Ajmer. He died here in he died in 1236. As local as well as national rulers began to come and pray, the structure was expanded. In 1332, the sultan of Delhi Mohammad Bin Tughluq constructed a dargah. Dargah is essentially a commemoration structure constructed around the tomb of Muslim saints, where people from all religions come to pray and ask for favours. Dargah of Kwaja Moinuddin Chisti grew in popularity and size over the years. The structure was subsequently expanded by a number of rulers. Mughal king Akbar used to regularly visit the dargah. It is said that Akbar walked over 400 km to come here and prayed for a son. He built a palace in Ajmer. Tens of thousands of people visit the dargah to pray and ask for favours. 
I visited the dargah under a cloudy sky. Occasional showers of rain had made the road muddy and dirty. Despite that mass of humanity were moving towards the shrine.

Way to the Dargah (top photo). Inside the Dargah (bottom).  Photo: Mrinal Chatterjee

Once inside, I found uncanny similarities between Dargah Sharif of Ajmer and  Jagannath Temple in Puri or for that matter any popular and revered temple. I was offered the same advice, without me asking for: do this, wear this, tie this around your wrist, and you will receive His rehmat/ kripa/ blessings. I found the same mad rush of people to enter the sanctum sanatorium. And there are similar set of people inside (in different attire, speaking different languages) asking you 'dil khol ke de baba'. As I did not offer any money, one made a caustic comment; 'Khali dekhne aa jate hain' (only came to see). Obviously he had doubt on my reverence, as I did not pay currency notes. So reverence is equated with money you pay. I have experienced the same in many temples too. Once out through a suffocating small door, you are treated with sufi songs, sung by a motely crowd of about four men. One more person is collecting the offering or asking for it. Out of the main gate, hordes of beggars - old women, small girls, persons with physical disabilities, even incapacitated persons rolling on the muddy road - asking you for alms, shouting Allah barkat dega.
As you dodge them, persistently following you- you feel an emptiness within. It was raining, when I came out of the Dargah. I felt that scaring emptiness. I felt it in Puri. In Kalighat. In Mathura. Now, in Ajmer. The façade of the shrines are different. But the similarity is uncanny.
Pushkar
Puskar, where there is an ancient Bramha Temple is about 20 km from Ajmer. Around Pushkar lake there are many temples of and for the cows like the one you see in this photo. Every such temple has one or more donation box (Dan Patra) in front or around. There are people selling blades of grass to feed the cows. By doing this, you are told that you would gain 'punya'. They have some cows also nearby so that you don't have to look for one and spend time. With the cow just there gaining punya is so easy. Somebody later told me that the cow actually belonged to the person selling grass. He sold you grass to feed his own cow. Think about the business model!
There are umpteen number of temples of different size, shape for different gods and goddesses around Pushkar lake including one for the cow. But one thing is common. No temple is without a Donation Box. 'Donet Box' is ubiquitous in Pushkar.

Sword Shops at Pushkar
A fortnight ago I was in the Spanish city of Toledo once famous for its swords. There are umpteen number of souvenir shops there selling different kinds of swords and knives. I was pleasantly surprised to find many shops selling swords and knives in Pushkar.

'Current-wale Balajee'
I saw a fairly recent and small temple in Ajmer of 'Current-wale Balajee'. It beats me why should a temple be named so?
Kishangarh
Kishangarh city (it got its name from Kishan Singh who was a prince of Jodhpur), about 20 km from Bandar Sindri is known as Marble City of India. Surrounded by areas with rich marble, Kishangarh is a one stop shop for variety of marbles supplied to all the Indian states and exported to numerous countries.
There are umpteen numbers of factories and outlets dealing with marble plate and artifacts. Lots of shops are named with the prefix marble city, including a large hospital and a liquor shop. Buy liquor from Marble City Liquor shop. Fall Ill. Go to Marble City Hospital.
Kishangarh is also famous for its unique style of paintings of 18th century. The Kishangarh paintings are unique because of elongation of human faces, green color is used lavishly, and panoramic landscapes are depicted in a very elegant manner in Kishangarh style of paintings. More about that next week.  

Decide what to drink
The guy who made people drink COFFEE got scared of loans and committed suicide, but the guy who made people drink ALCOHOL, ran away so bravely.
Now you decide what to drink.
(Courtesy: Social Media)
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The author, a journalist turned media academician lives in Central Odisha town of Dhenkanal. An anthology of his weekly column Window Seat, published in 2018 has been published as a book. Write to him to get a free e-copy. mrinalchatterjee@ymail.com

This column is published every Sunday in Gangtok based English daily Sikkim Express and www.orissadiary.com