India Day 6 – Precision
Day 6 – Precision
The stilt-walking, someone in the crowd tells me, is an ancient local art developed for moving fast in the days when dacoits haunted the surrounding jungle. Another bystander, however, is quite sure that the stilt-walking was introduced in the late 19th century as part of a programme to encourage young people to be fit and strong.
Someone else craftily points out that in the Bengali language the phrase, ‘I don’t know’, only exists in theory. You never hear anyone say it.
“It’s like when you buy mangoes,” my informant tells me. “If you went to market and asked for mangoes, the sellers would laugh. They would think you’re an idiot and overcharge you. We have around 40 types. What you must do is ask, ‘Are the Alphonso in season yet?’ Or the Himsagars, or Dasehri, and so on. That demand for precision, of course, makes saying ‘I don’t know’ a lot harder.
I walk ahead of the parade and take up position at a chai stall. There is a delay in getting chai because the owner has had to run after a man who forgot to take his change. Meanwhile another waiting customer offers me some chocolate. When the chai man returns, my tea appears, apparently bought for me by a nameless passer-by. Three little moments of good manners and hospitality in quick succession.
The group watch the parade. “It’s procession done by the Red Cross,” one man says confidently.
“Actually,” someone else states with an air of absolute authority, “It is Children’s Day ceremony. They are doing it for that.”
But another man knows better. “It is an educational display,” he says. “They have brought these Britishers to carry bamboo poles on their shoulders like ordinary workmen in order to show us that physical work is honourable.” He thanks me for this and, despite my protests, buys me another chai.
As I leave, someone mutters, “It’s actually all about Mother Teresa.”
As soon as we arrive I head off with Shaunak, one of our local team, to cross the river by ferry and explore Serampore on the other side. For almost a hundred years from the mid-eighteenth century this was part of Denmark’s colonial empire, an empire that included just one other place, a tiny Caribbean island. The only remnant of that period appears to be St Olaf’s Church, but we are not hunting colonial relics, we want to find evidence of the local textile trade. Eventually, down a residential lane, we meet Uttam Halder who runs a textile factory from his house. On the first floor are long tables under which are piles of wooden blocks prints, each ornate with floral designs. Uttam’s workers use these to build beautiful patterns on bolts of bleached silk, each 6.5 metres long. He kindly gives me two old broken blocks as a souvenir.
Back on the ferry, it is now twilight. The river is a perfect mirror of dark blue light. As we leave the dock a river dolphin surfaces twice. In Bengali they are called susuk, pronounced ‘shushuk’. The Oxford English Dictionary, however, records that Gangetic river dolphins are properly called ‘susu’. So who is right? Well, I should point out that in English, in theory, the phrase ‘I don’t know’ does exist, but is rarely used. Probably the best strategy is to adopt the blissful attitude of the puppy on the roundabout and just let those noisy human arguments pass you by.
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Photos below are from Day 6 – 11th Dec, Chandernagore to Barrackpore, all by Mike Johnston.
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