Bangalore, we've
reached a point of inflection of sorts. More roads are resembling the
infamous Silk Board junction and Whitefield's narrow, horror of a
road. We are already paying more money for water than any other city
in India, with a lot of us not getting enough to live the life of
dignity which we did just over a decade ago. Pollution is sickening
quite literally and while the number of automobiles infesting the
city with smoke are increasing, the cost of transport and everything
else is rising quite sharply.
I say 'WE' because
I've come to see this city as my own. Perhaps closer to me than
Allahabad, a place where I was born and spent my childhood. I've been
in Bangalore for over 6 years now, I do not speak Kannada and yes, I
am a north Indian. The reason why I don't speak Kannada is not
because I'm a north Indian snob who dislikes the south culture and
expects the whole world to speak Hindi. On the contrary, I prefer
these parts of the country over the parts I lived the first two
decades of my life in. I do not speak the language because the people
here always spoke to me in English or Hindi. I saw the average
Bangalorean take pride in the fact that she could speak the language
of a land she had never visited. For years I've fought battles on
social media claiming Bangalore to be the best city in India and in
each of those battles the one thing that was uncontested always, was
how welcoming Bangalore was.
Now, things are
changing. As always, humor is leading the way - “boxer shorts is
the national dress of BTM layout”, “Koramangala is Amit Pradesh”,
“Maruthi Nagar is the mini-Gulf” (jokes that I have indulged in too). But, in this humor things are
taking an ugly turn when a friend suggests that we build a mega wall
to keep the north Indians outside and have snipers guarding it!
Just a few years ago
not speaking the language was a problem only if I got into a street
fight with an auto driver but now, to quote a colleague, “it is a
touchy subject”. The major reason for the war against South
Indians, Gujaratis, Biharis, UP walas in Mumbai was economic – the
local workforce was without jobs while the more skilled immigrants
were taking a bigger piece of the pie. Sadly, in Bangalore the
language subject has become touchy with comparatively lesser evils
like traffic congestion and the naivety of the North Indian to demand
'paneer butter masala' at MTR!
The 'true
Bangalorean' who complains about North Indians invading the good old
Bangalore also tells me how Koramangala was not a part of Bangalore,
BTM was a jungle where young women were discouraged from venturing
out into at night and Whitefield was a place where one went for a day
trip. As a North Indian who eats meat, smokes a cigarette or two once
in a while, drinks alcohol and has friends who are women, my chances
of 'invading' the good parts of Bangalore – Jayanagar, Baswangudi,
Banashankari and the like – are minimal from the start in any case
so I don't see much of a point in the complains. The fact that the
center of the city (and the center of the city's action) has moved
away from old parts of Bangalore is understandable.
I think the
disagreement is not between Bangalore and the North Indians, the
disagreement is between the old Bangalore and her ways and the new
generation of a cosmopolitan city. It is easy to draw inferences from
the surface of a situation when a problem crops up. North Indian
invasion is not a problem for Bangalore, the poor infrastructure is!
Immigration from other parts of the country (and world?) is an
inevitability. The real culprits of this situation are the
administrators, corporators and politicians who have failed to
provide Bangalore with an infrastructure that could match the rate of
growth! The question we should be asking is not why a North Indian
does not speak the local language, the question is why the airport is
40+ kilometers away from the city when there is enough land between
the airport and the city, why is the metro taking so much time to
become functional and why is the water tanker mafia being allowed to
take the city for a ride.
It is easy to be
tolerant when everything is perfect. If an immigrant comes along and
gives me business, there is no greatness in 'accepting' the outsider.
It's when the presence of an outsider creates inconveniences that
racial tolerance comes into picture. When Mumbai drives out thousands
of South Indians and when Bangalore starts to expect one to learn the
local language, they are both driven by the same racial
discriminatory thought. Tolerance then is a mere affectation, and not
so covert one either, especially when the 'tolerant' neighbor tells you, "we have allowed everyone to come to Bangalore" in a country where one of the reasons the current government got a landslide victory was opposition of Article 370 that gives special status to the state of J&K.
This could just be
dismissed as an empty rant and nothing would make me happier if most
of you do that. It would mean that the 'problem' that I'm seeing is
in very select circles and most part of Bangalore is just like the
group of men and women I met yesterday – in their late 60s-70s,
speaking to each other in English who had traveled from South
Bangalore to Indira Nagar to eat a Bengali keema roll at Chakum-Chukum with their families.
4 comments:
"Chakum-Chukum" is one kind of testy Bengali food and may be that's why Tollywood film industry make a new song, It's title is "CHAKUM CHUKUM".
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Hey keep posting such good and meaningful articles.
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