Sunday, 8 February 2026


The Brah(M)os: Beyond missiles


 Community is much more than belonging to something; it's about doing something together that makes belonging matter. 
Brian Solis 


                                               


Happy New Year! 


This is my first post this year. Hence this delayed greetings! 


A month through the new year, I flipped open my favourite nut boxes of memories and settled on a trip down memory lane almost around this time last year. The occasion was the 196th foundation of the Brahmo Samaj in Calcutta (now Kolkata), established through a monotheistic movement, whose pioneers were instrumental in ushering the Bengal Renaissance about two hundred years ago. It was celebrated in select locations in Kolkata, (also observed in Mumbai, where there are Sindhi Brahmos as well), within certain buildings that would house our Brahmo Samaj from day one. During this time, the buildings look resplendent in yellow and orange marigolds. These buildings are mostly located in North Kolkata and going by the popular parlance, are 'super senior citizens'. Over a hundred years old, these edifices are maintained well, at least the one I went to. The wooden seats are just like the pews you see in the church. There are no kneelers though. I am still hung up on those huge louvered windows (khorkhori janala). Wooden, slatted and usually green-painted shutters are an integral part of  Bengali architecture introduced during the British colonisation. My house in Kolkata still has these louvered shutters. They are so environment- friendly. You lift up the wooden slats to get some fresh air and put it back when the temperature gets cooler. Voila!!


As you, my esteemed readers guessed correctly, like the slats, Brahmo Samaj also came up in the colonial era. Programmes under the banner of Maghotsav started a little before the foundation day and continued beyond its birthday for a few more days. It is called Maghotsav  because the entire festival falls in the month of Magh. It is the tenth month in the Bengali calendar. People would love to dress on those days. We would put on our favourite attires. I wore a green silk saree when I reached 18 and applied some make-up, specially, foundation and lipstick. Those days, I would never step out without my Lakme lipstick. I still remember, one of my French teachers in Alliance Francaise would affectionately call me 'the lipstick girl'. 


Since our festival would inevitably fall in January, winter only added to the charm. It was about a week long carnival, complete with songs, sports, sale of clothes, books, bags, jewelleries, pickles, juices and jams. Another fetching  aspect of this festivity was the morning processions with pedestrians singing Brahmosangeet. Ofcourse this was when we were kids!








Indian history is incomplete without a tribute to our Samaj. The principal founder of our Samaj, Raja Rammohan Roy was celebrated across the nation as a visionary social reformer. Remember the abolishing of the Sati  (practice of widows being forcefully burnt alive on the pyre of their dead husband) and  the introduction of the Widow Remarriage Act? Ganga Rautela or Gangu, the scientist whose biography, penned by yours sincerely, once told me he had read about Roy in the library of his village high school in Uttarakhand in the 60s! Such is the reach of this towering personality.


Some images stay on. Like visiting the Samaj during this time was as exciting as hopping across Durga Puja pandals. 


Even today, the merriment are just like the yesteryears. As children, those few days were moments to savour and memories to cherish.  Take our free lunch. The food that was offered includes khichuri (a medley of rice and lentils) complemented with torkari (mixed vegetables), chutney (sweet but tangy condiment, usually made with tomatoes, sugar, dates and raisins and ofcourse rice pudding or payesh in Bengali. Additionally, we used to  buy these large eggplant fritters (beguni) sprinkled with rock salt. Last year, unfortunately, it got over before we could lay our hands on. It was priced at a measly Rs10 each. Another favourite section for us was the jars of pickles( Indian olive, Indian gooseberry, lemon, mango etc) and guava jellies. Earlier, there were guava toffees and pickled vegetables too. Now, discontinued perhaps as I didn't spot them. 





The programme through the years remain the same and yet different: Enriched with hymns and songs alternating with sermons punctuated with Sanskrit mantras from the Vedas. The songs were penned by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore, his father Debendranath Tagore and other stalwarts of that time. In fact, like Rabindra Sangeet, there are volumes dedicated to Brahmosangeet. One-fourth of Gurudev's songs are categorised as Brahmosangeet. As is with his other creations, the words of these songs are filled with passion and compassion, will and wisdom, sacrifice and suffering. Long after our anthem song (Padprante Rakho Seboke- Let me be at your feet, O Almighty) sung by most of us in the audience as we all stand up in reverence when the curtain comes down to the over three hours programme, the words of the songs and the sermons envelope us with hope and fervour.


Even today, when I think of those moments, I get goosebumps. And in no place, our elders spoke of upholding any religion. Our yearly experience at the Samaj where we have also gone several times to witness Brahmo wedding and Shradh (honouring the dead), values sail in through imbibing rather than pontificating.  


 Infact, religious or community awareness was never drilled in us even in our childhood. We were and are Bengalis and Brahmos by birth which cannot be contested. However, it never restricted us from embracing certain aspects of Hinduism since my mother is a practising Hindu. As young adolescents, it was comforting that when my Brahmo school (Gokhale Memorial Girls' School) made our non-teaching staff conduct Saraswati Puja outside the main gate but within the complex compound, there was no agitation. Our teachers also never stopped or admonished us from or post visiting the puja mandap. We, school children would devotedly offer our obeisance to Maa Saraswati and enthusiastically claim prasad specially the bers.

So many thoughts, voices, colours and landscapes...they surface unannounced in the inbox of my memory when you least expect them to. Still I mostly revel in it. I hope this post reflects that happiness and informs you a bit about a little known 'ism' that is still going strong among a section of citizens who are mostly well-established in their chosen career and even in life. 

(All pic credits: Sudeshna Chatterjee)

#BrahmoSamaj #RajaRammohanRoy  #Maghotsav #PadpranteRakhoSeboke #GokhaleMemorialGirlsSchool #freelunch #SindhiBrahmos

Wednesday, 4 June 2025

Eats, Shoots & Leaves



Losing our environment is not like losing an election. It means losing our entire future. No amount of money can buy that. It is very important that we preserve whatever we have left of our green and blue planet before it is too late - Aishwarya Sridhar
 

 
 


These are the introductory lines in a documentary film by Aishwarya Sridhar to save the last wetland in Uran, Maharashtra, India. I did an online interview with her, young and vibrant, internationally awarded photographer and eco-warrior, Aishwarya Sridhar in 2021. Here is the link for those who want to read more about her. (http://scchangetheworld.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-chronicles-of-wandering-mind.html). Unfortunately, notwithstanding all the chatter and noise, rallies and relays around this sacred day, i.e. today, June 5, Sridhar’s words still linger because of the tough times we have only invited for ourselves. 


Concurring with Sridhar, senior museum advisor, Ganga S Rautela gravely observes: The overall loss of forest cover, in Himalayas, known as the ecological capital of India is over 1000 Sq Km which has resulted in landslides, soil erosion, drying springs, changing river courses, shortage of drinking water and degradation of biodiversity. As per one report, the dense forest of Himalayas will decrease from 61 percent in 2000 to 16.8 percent in 2100 and eastern Himalayas from 76.2% in 2000 to 8.7 percent in 2100. Himalayas, known as ecological capital of India, are also impacted by the irreversible climate change.


Despite repeated warnings from the scientists about the dangerous impact of greenhouse gases from human emissions and several rallies taken out by eco-warriors over the years, things only worsened. Why situations came to such a pass is most baffling. There are too many questions that perturb me, especially when many issues at stake have easy and often cheap solutions. Befuddled? Then run through the following pointers:

Why do we need tissue paper when a simple handkerchief can do the needful? The former will only land in a landfill. Why do we create so many landfills when most of the wastes can be reduced, reused, recycled and/or go for composting? Last month, a bride in Chennai, Uma Raghavan, made hopeful news, when she and her family, ensured that over 110 kg of wastes from her wedding were reduced to nil. Nothing went to the landfill. 

Why don’t we stop using single-use plastic and carry a cloth bag instead? Single-use  plastic do not decompose fully and can’t be recycled. As has been seen in Delhi some years back, individuals, voluntary and/or non-governmental organisations had distributed free cotton bags to the local vendors in the market. These bags would be given to the customers when they bought groceries from them.

Why do we need a car to go to the next lane when a quick walk can do wonders to not just our body and mind, but also for our ambient air quality? For the same reason, why can’t we arrange a carpool to reach the office and /or drop children in the school?

What is stopping our wealthier citizens to majorly invest in solar panels and reduce usage of fossil fuels?

Why is public transport so disdained? They can influence air quality when more people opt for this mode of transport. Moreover, it is cheaper and in good/working condition in most cities. For example, in Mumbai, it is darn cheap and the vehicles are in good order. Imagine travelling in an AC minibus for a distance of about 6.2 kms on a Rs5 ticket! In an AC local train, for a distance of 39.76 km, you pay just Rs100!!

And of course, for all these initiatives, citizens should take the onus.


We are losing out on our ‘natural treasuries’, (as the prominent conservationist Valmik Thapar who recently died would say) and yet most commoners are oblivious of it. Agrees Rautela, former director general of the National Council of Science Museums, on whom I am writing my first and his sole biography. Soaking into the Mumbai monsoon, he was walking down the memory lane through a village road in Uttarakhand, the land of Chipko movement (villagers hugged trees to prevent their felling in the seventies). He is very close to his village, Gwar Pajena, and has requested me to refer to him as Gangu because that is the affectionate nickname he has earned from his fellow villagers. The labyrinthine lane that runs through his village navigates through the hills and the forests. He observes: When your childhood is reared in nature, you tend to become more sensitive towards Mother Earth. We had thick forests of Pine, Deodar and Oak. But whatever wood is required, we would always use discarded ones. However these days, consumerism has pushed our eco-sensitive habits and hence children are also getting influenced by such callousness.  For that matter, I wonder whether kids today do run after butterflies, notice a honeycomb or stare at the nest of a weaver bird alighted with fireflies and chirping of crickets as the dusk sets in.

 
                    Ganga S Rautela 


As we get on to another World Environment Day, and amidst increasing promises of planting saplings (sometimes at a price), I wonder, how many of them have actually hugged our native and sacred trees like Peepal, played under a Banyan tree or can point to a Jamun tree? How many would rally for planting more indigenous trees as they restore biodiversity, improve soil health and support wildlife. Why are the road verges not developed and maintained with nature-friendly herbs/shrubs? Or for that matter, how many pledge to support only sustainably produced products. Recently, I came across a video on social media. In the video, an old man explained when you hug a tree, how its energy gets transmitted into you which makes you feel good. I have felt it every time I hugged a Banyan or a Baobab. When I shared this video with Gangu, he affirmed it too: Trees especially those that are providing  large canopies of leafy shade, also emit huge amount of oxygen, most important for our existence. Now, these ancient trees are not just examples of biological markers, but disappearing (some) species as well.

 
Gangu was clear when he observed that climate change cannot be reversed: To mitigate or reduce the impact of climate change,  we need to reduce emission of greenhouse gases, reduce consumption of high carbon foot-print material, practice low consumption lifestyle and adopt a green lifestyle to reduce burden on Earth's resources.




 It is high time that each of us make some green commitments before, as Aishwarya Sridhar notes, it is ‘too late’. Things that we can include in our schedule and teach children as well so that sustainability percolates deep down. To start with, let’s each of us take responsibility of the trees in our neighbourhood; prompt children to come out and play at the local park; make fortnightly/monthly and day/overnight trips to a nature park or nursery to imbibe a sense of 'curiosity' and 'sensitivity' among city kids towards nature; periodically check on any leaked taps and pipes in the neighbourhood and take the responsibility of reducing, recycling and composting wastes during festive occasions. 

What do you say?

 
#June5 #WorldEnvironmentDay #indigenoustrees #singleuseplastic