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Mon, 2010-01-18 01:42 — srinir
Jyoti Basu was nearly 96 when he breathed his last yesterday.
For someone who was born in 1979 such as myself, it is difficult to say or
write anything about this legendary communist who ruled as the uninterrupted
chief minister of the longest running elected government, provincial or
otherwise in the world, for 23 years (1977-2000) before calling it a day. Jyoti
Basu's reign coincided with a time before I reached my "political
maturation", so to speak, but there are vignettes that I remember about
this leader which are enough to provide a rough image of his legend for
me.
In December 1992, I was a 13 year old school goer in Calcutta studying at the
Kendriya Vidyalaya, Ballygunge (me and my parents lived there for 3 years). I
vividly remember the day when the Babri Masjid was demolished.We were living in
the top floor of a five storied apartment in Prince Anwar Shah road, right
between Jadavpur and Tollygunge areas. The apartment adjoined a densely
populated basti. On the
7th of December, the watchman for the apartment complex came to my home and
informed that he was going on leave for the day and perhaps later. He had heard
rumours of an impending attack by some lumpen elements living close by on Hindu
families and was in no means to "protect" anyone.
My frightened family stayed at home for the next 2-3 days
shutting ourselves in. Nothing happened. For, in a jiffy, the CPI (M) led
government had brought in law and order forces in both Tollygunge and Jadavpur
and the chief minister had categorically told on TV that anyone who indulged in
miscreant activities would be shot at sight. Within a few days, the party
called for a rally against communalism and that was the end of the aftermath of
Babri Masjid in Calcutta . Lives were not lost
and there was no widespread lumpenism following an event of that magnitude.
This was my brush with the efficiency and alertness of the secular Left Front
government led by Jyoti Basu.
I remember having a friend named Afzal in school (Afzal
..wherever you are..here is a shout out). Afzal was a Tamilian and his father
worked for the army. About a day or so before the demolition and when the so
called "Ayodhya movement" was in full swing, we had a conversation at
Afzal's home, which was within the school campus. A rueful Afzal was telling me
that it was a pity that these kind of demolition drives were happening
endangering lives of himself and others of his faith. I felt really sad for a
friend who was in such distress over this event unfolding in a distance.
Nothing happened to Afzal as well, as within a few days, he was back to his
robust self and unafraid.
No amount of civics and history lessons could match my bond with
my friend Afzal as the Babri Masjid tragedy was being played out. At an
impressionable age of 13, living in secular Calcutta ruled by the Left
Front, I was learning the importance and need for secularism and the need to
preserve the comity of faiths.
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In October 1990, a legendary figure
visited Calcutta . Nelson Mandela, the
hero in the struggle against apartheid had come to Calcutta and was given a
tremendous reception in the Eden Gardens where thousands
greeted him as if he was their own. This hero of the third world joined hands
with the West Bengal chief minister and was greeted with the song, "My
Buyaa Africa" (I love my Africa..) sung in a chorus. Soon, he
joined the chorus and prodded the crowd to sing along. A tremendous uproar of
"My Buyaa Africa" (or thereabouts...my memory fails me) followed as
Mandela danced along with the people with Jyoti Basu watching with great
glee.
Why did Nelson Mandela choose to visit a provincial capital, was
the question that bugged me as a 11 year old. There must have been something
good about this government that made this great man want to pay a visit. The
presence of the great struggler against racism and apartheid in Calcutta sowed the seeds of
anti-imperialism and anti-racism in myself as well. I thank the legacy of Jyoti
Basu and his left front government for that experience.
~~~~~~
As I read articles such as these - by N.Ram and
interviews such as these and more, when I grew
older, I could understand the legacy of Jyoti Basu better. It is indeed a sad
day for the left, progressive and democratic sections of the Indian society
today that Jyoti Basu no longer lives among our midst.
I wish and will that just as Jyoti Basu framed my impressionable
mind with progressive values, so would I along with other
left,democratic,progressive sections work toward inculcation of such values
into Indian society. That is the minimum that we could do as a tribute to Jyoti
Basu's legacy.
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