Kala Ghoda Festival horse |
The other day I happened to come across a write-up on the Kala Ghoda Art
Festival in Mumbai. During my four years in Mumbai from 1984 to 1988 I had
several occasions to pass by Kala Ghoda but do not remember to have come across
any art festival in the area. Kala Ghoda is located in South Mumbai and it is
in South Mumbai that I had my office in a heritage building, the massive
General Post Office, virtually next door to the Victoria Terminus, now renamed
as Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus.
Unable to recall any festival ever organized in the Kala Ghoda area I
got curious and read through the piece. It seems, the festival has become a
“red letter” event in Mumbai’s calendar and is celebrated with tremendous
exuberance and gaiety. It is a nine-day long festival that commences on first
Saturday of February and concludes on second Sunday of the month. Commencing in
1998 with the modest objective of preserving the heritage and art district of
South Mumbai the Festival is now seemingly bursting at its seams.
Kala Ghoda literally means a black horse. Probably the place took the
name from a statue of King Edward the VII which once used to dominate it but,
having been removed, is now languishing in Byculla zoo. The statue had a horse
that was black on which the
figure of King Edward was mounted. Though there is
no kala ghoda in the area, the name has stuck to the area due to usage over several
pre-independence decades. The area has numerous art institutions, museums and
educational institutions. Famous art galleries like Jehangir Art Gallery,
National Gallery of Modern Art, Prince of Wales Museum etc. are all located in
this area. Close to Regal Cinema in the south, the dock area in the east, the Flora
Fountain in the north and the Oval in the west the area is feast for heritage
lovers. The historic Army & Navy building, the Watson Hotel and many such
historic buildings can be found in Kala Ghoda.
The original Kala Ghoda |
No longer able to accommodate itself within the confines of the Kala
Ghoda, the Festival has spread itself far and wide including, inter alia,
auditorium of the National Gallery of Modern Art, lawns and auditorium of what
was earlier known as the Prince of Wales
A portion of Horniman Circle |
Sitting almost a thousand miles away ruminating over all that I am
missing I kept wondering how all the good things happen when we, my wife and I,
are removed from the scene. When we were there in Mumbai we used to move around
quite a bit in our newly acquired Maruti 800, then a curiosity even in Mumbai.
But Kala Ghoda was not there and nor was there any festival at Bandra or any
street art there. Even the Bandra-Kurla Complex and the new development in
Lower Parel with their modern sky-scraping architecture were yet to come up.
Everything seems to have blossomed soon after we left.
This is not the only time it has happened. I spent virtually two years
at Nagpur in early 1960s when the town was sarcastically called the biggest
village in Asia. There was nothing in it to attract people. It was a sleepy town
except when the winter session of the Maharashtra Legislative Assembly would be
held there. The place would liven up a bit infused with a little political life
and cause the resultant political heat. Otherwise it was quiet, unassuming town
of mostly lower middle class Maharashtrians in the backwaters of the country. Even
the good old CP Club was quiet and demure like clubs in the district towns of
central India.
About forty years later when I
went there again it had sprung up as a lively town with roads spruced up having
a number of flyovers and business and industry flourishing. A number of starred
hotels have come up and that ubiquitous phenomenon of modern life – the
mall –
is busy promoting consumerism. The quiet middle class area where we used to reside
is now a bustling business centre and the arterial road cleaving the old and
the newer developments in the town has a few kilometers long flyover that takes
one without any hindrance to the airport from the heart of the town. The place
is now considered among the more livable cities of the country.
The now-uncluttered Nagpur Railway Station |
Among such instances, another place that vastly improved after we moved
out is Shillong. I did a regulation two-year term from 1988 to 1990 with
headquarters located there looking after the postal operations in the entire
North-East (minus Assam) comprising the well-known “Seven Sisters” – Meghalaya,
Arunachal Pradesh, Nagaland, Manipur, Tripura and Mizoram. I had heard so much
about Shillong and its club-life from my seniors but in the late 1980s the
naturally well-endowed town appeared to be well past its prime. Purno Sangma
was the chief minister and he not only was re-building the decrepit roads but was
also trying to infuse some excitement and life into the town by organizing
football tournaments. Khasis are generally good at football. Nonetheless, it remained
quiet and pretty run-down. Like Nagpur, despite having been a capital of a much
larger political entity at one time, it seemed to have collapsed into a stupor.
Ward's Lake, Shillong |
But the reports that I get now of Shillong are those of a vibrant town. Trade
and business are flourishing, always known for quality education, its colleges
and schools are attracting more and more pupils, a large number of eateries
have come up where young people provide live music and above all the Shillong
Chamber Choir, a fantastic multi-genre choir, came together at the turn of the
new Millennium and has since swept away a large number awards, also winning
accolades in several countries. The place, however, still does not have any
night life, mostly because of safety issues of both, tribal and non-tribal
people. Nonetheless, it has become a great place for tourism with scenic
beauty, salubrious climate and a lot of modernity imbibed by it over the last
few years. All this happened after we had moved out.
Another instance is of Kolkata. When I happened to have a good look at
it in mid 1990s during my posting as the head of the postal circle that
included West Bengal, Sikkim and Andaman & Nicobar Islands, it was not much
different from what it was a couple of decades earlier, only it had become more
congested with more people and more dirty – one might even be tempted to call
it filthy. Vehicles would generally move at snails place unless held up by
slogan-shouting demonstrators. Even otherwise, the roads had been narrowed down
by encroachers and the traffic would more often go haywire. It was torturous to
travel even a couple of kilometers in that hot and humid weather cooped up in a
vehicle. While street food stalls were galore there was hardly any decent
eatery offering Bengal’s own delectable cuisine. Only one had just opened
around 1993 named “Aaheli” at the Peerless Inn on Esplanade. But Nandan, the
government sponsored film and cultural centre, was going strong as it is till
this day.
A recent visit in December 2015 was an eye-opener. The city has a number
of flyovers crisscrossing it. The flyover from the airport lands one up in the
town in a jiffy. The one over the Eastern Metropolitan Bypass is profusely lit
in multicoloured lights. A new secretariat building has come up across the
Hoogly and the second (Hoogly) bridge that was earlier languishing in disuse is
now
throbbing with life. Howrah itself has improved tremendously and
negotiating its narrow roads is not much of a problem. The Howrah Railway
Station presents a curiously uncluttered appearance - cleared of all messy
encroachments. While numerous malls have come up, the great Bengali fare is on
offer in various outlets from Ballygunge to Salt Lake. The New Town is yet to
be completely occupied but it has given a new direction to the city for
development. Its cleanliness has rubbed off on Kolkata (or is it the other way
round?) and even the lanes and by lanes
are spotlessly clean. Nevertheless, what a change!
The second Hoogly Bridge |
So, that’s it. From all evidences
our generation was born a little too early and so led what can be called a
‘deprived’ life. Urbanism today is much different from what we were witness to
a few decades ago. Things are happening now in the lifescape at a rather fast
clip – much beyond our imagination. Life is much richer and more exciting. Even
Bhopal, earlier a quiet official town where we have withdrawn to for the home
stretch, is now a happening place with some festival or the other every week,
more so during springs and winters. And yet, unfortunately, due to age and its accompanying
problems we have to keep away from most of them. The upshot seems to be that we
were never destined enjoy the modern urban life. Nonetheless, it is a big
consolation to see youngsters enjoying what we all missed in our prime time.
*Photos from internet