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Takeover
Scenes from the last days of communism in West Bengal
Published :1 June 2011
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Trinamool candidate Manish Gupta, who served as chief secretary under Buddhadeb Bhattacharya, defeated his former boss by more than 16,000 votes.
“A RROGANCE.”
This was Manik Hazra’s single-word explanation for the electoral loss that would soon end the 34-year reign of the Communist Party of India (Marxist) in West Bengal.

Manik looked up at me, sitting rigidly in his wooden chair, and waited for my response. I was busy tucking into my third maamlet, a peculiarly Bengali name for a dish that’s really indistinguishable from an omelette, hoping he would continue. But he sat, silently, looking at me with his grey cataracted eyes, trying to discern precisely how I had changed in the 37 years since he last saw me.

I last visited Manik, my grandfather’s first cousin, in 1974. Back then, the Bengali film star Uttam Kumar had far more fans than Amitabh Bachchan; Indira Gandhi, a former student at Rabindranath Tagore’s Visva-Bharati University in Bengal’s Birbhum district, was the prime minister of India and had just conducted the country’s first nuclear weapons test in the Rajasthan desert. Bengal was under Congress rule again, after the brief tenure of a non-Congress coalition government that included the communists. The Congress chief minister, Siddhartha Shankar Ray, had crushed the ultra-left Naxalite movement in the state a few years earlier, and Bengal’s rural hinterland was waiting for a change. At that time, they didn’t call change “poriborton”—they called it revolution.

But all this is distant history—about as real to me as my faint recollections of my last visit to this place, my ancestral village of Gramdihi in Bardhaman district, as a three-year-old in 1974. These memories, in other words, are manufactured by what others have told us about the past. Now, a generation later, any real memories of my first visit to Gramdihi—and of the establishment, three years later, of the world’s longest-serving elected communist government—have been swamped by what came after the Glorious Past.

According to the standard narrative, the arrival of the CPI(M)-led Left Front government headed by Jyoti Basu in 1977 marks the start of the decline of Bengal. In the manufacturing hub of Calcutta, factories started shutting down with the arrival of the communists; the great jute mills in the port city stopped production thanks to workers’ unions demanding unreasonable work hours for unreasonable pay; the city that was the capital of pre-1911 British India was allowed to moulder with infrastructure development practically coming to a halt. All because a political party—the Big Brother in the Left Front coalition, the CPI(M)—had to be fed and strengthened at the cost of the upkeep of the people and the state.

And yet, even before the spectre of communism swept over Bengal, the state had felt the effects of grinding tectonic shifts. The sectarian riots of 1947 that bathed Calcutta with blood had exposed the brittle relations between Hindus and Muslims in Bengal even in newly independent India. Ultra-left violence—inspired by Mao’s ‘revolution’ in China—kicked off in the late 1960s in the north Bengal village of Naxalbari as a peasant uprising against landlords, and then morphed in the early 1970s into an urban guerrilla war fought by radicalised “intellectual” anarchists against a petit bourgeoisie that was represented both by government and society. All this happened well before the Left Front entered the seat of power in Calcutta, Writers’ Building.

But by the 1990s, when I was in university and many of us were being harangued in the silliest of ways by student unions affiliated with the CPI(M)—English speakers were ‘class enemies’, computers were evil because they would neutralise human labour, rock music was ‘a cultural pollutant’—the myth of the Glorious Past had been firmly established: before the communists came to power, things were hunky dory, a continuation of the magnificent era of Rabindranath Tagore, when Bengal set the pace for the rest of India in social reforms, economics and culture, a time when the line “What Bengal thinks today, the rest of India thinks tomorrow” wasn’t yet mere corny nostalgia.

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