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To
go to Agartala, the capital of Tripura, we had to go through the Jaintia Hills.
That meant we went east from Shillong into the Jaintias and then after
negotiating several ranges turned south to hit Assam in the plains in its Barak
Valley. The road from Shillong was horrible. One cannot imagine why it was left
in such a terrible condition when there was so much of commerce riding over it.
It was bumpy and back-breaking; at some places the road had disappeared and
that too at hairpin bends where it should have been mended as fast as possible.
Apparently, for years roads in these parts had been neglected. After visiting
all the three hill ranges of Meghalaya I thought Jaintias was the most backward
in this respect. Now, it is understood roads have improved and are beyond
recognition from what they were only a couple of decades back.
Since
it was a time-taking journey we had to stop on the way for meals. We stopped at
Sonapur, a place that was not far from the Assam border, known for its
eateries. The one we went to served pure and simple Bengali fare. While most of
the items were delectable what aroused my interest were the fried dried red
chilies that were served along with the meal. My father used to love them and I
took after him in this respect and used to have them at home. To get them after
so many years on a platter and that too in distant Sonapur warmed the cockles
of my heart as also, I dare say, of my stomach.
After
an overnight stay at Silchar, basically a Bengali town rather incongruously
located in the state of Assam, we hit the road for Agartala. On the way was
Karimgunj, a town, along with its eponymously named district, that flew
Pakistani flags on 15 and 16th August 1947 presuming that the then
Karimgunj sub division would be merged with East Pakistan along with the Sylhet
district of which it was a part. The Sylhet Referendum of 1947 is a minuscule
part of the Partition History that many do not know about. While the Muslim
majority Sylhet district did go and merge with East Pakistan Sir Cyril Radcliff
somehow kept the small sub-division of Karimgunj with India. Radcliff’s Award
was published on 17th August 1947 and Karimgunj came back to India,
somewhat like Gurdaspur in the Punjab which happened to celebrate independence
on 14th August 1947 as well as 15th August 1947 after the
entire district barring one tehsil was allotted to India
As
we drove through Karimgunj it seemed to me that, like the entire Sylhet
district, the town had majority of Muslims. In fact, men in traditional Bengali
Dhoti were very few – skull-cap and white pyjamas wearing Muslims dominated the
landscape.
On
the way we halted for a while in a place called Kailashahar which, like
Karimgunj, is on the international border between India and Bangladesh. The
place figures in ancient history and mentions of it can be traced to 7th
Century. A railway line was expected soon to connect it with the rest of the
country. Now after more than a quarter century even Agartala is connected by
rail. Kailasahar is about couple of hundred feet above the neighbouring
Bangladesh. One gets a birds’ eye view of the green plains that sprawl in
front. Obviously there is plenty of legal and illegal cross-border traffic like
in Karimgunj
As we moved ahead the road became increasingly
worse. It took quite a while to reach Agartala. Touted as a planned city
Agartala was very disappointing. Named after the agar plant from which incense sticks are made (and tala means underneath) the place still
manufactures Incense sticks. The town was neglected although some good stately buildings
designed and erected during the princely times still stood. The state was then being ruled by the communists and, like in Calcutta of those days, all the
walls, private or public were painted over with slogans. It seemed there was
not a white wall left in the town. Thankfully, reports coming now speak of much
improvement in the city
I
happened to see from a distance the Tripura palace, supposedly named by Nobel
Laureate Rabindra Nath Tagore as Ujjayanta, and lost all curiosity about it. It
appeared thoroughly neglected with its walls blackened with moisture and dirt.
The water body around it was filthy. Typical of communist regimes, anything
that smacked of royalty had to be discarded regardless of its heritage value.
The palace, mercifully, has now been converted into a museum and the
photographs that I saw of it showed it illuminated at night and the water body
had birds frolicking in it. Obviously, it is now in better hands. Incidentally,
the Tripura Palace also hosted at one time the princess of Gwalior, my home town, who was
married to the prince of Tripura. While the prince became an MP the Princess
reportedly ended her life at Calcutta.
While
reports say that consumerism has invaded Tripura as well with malls, Big Bazaar
and other big brands setting shop there when we were Agartala the only place
for shopping was Bortala (means under the banyan tree) where cheap fast moving
consumer goods smuggled from neighbouring countries were sold. I am sure things
are different now. Reports say that after the economic liberalisation in 1991
trade and business are on the uptake in the city.
The Agartala Airport, now renamed after
Tripura’s revered king, is situated very close to the international border with
Bangladesh. It is said that the planes while leaving taxi in India and get
airborne over Bangladesh. This is something that perhaps happens with every
border town, more so with towns that never had a border anywhere near it
earlier.
Likewise,
the Akhaura railway station in Bangladesh is only around 10 kilometres away.
The railway tracks going from Agartala to Akhaura were still there and we even
went across the guarded barrier and stamped our foot on Bangladesh soil. But
now there is a hope; Government of India is going to open through traffic into
Bangladesh from Agartala running trains via Akhaura which is in Chittagong
District of Bangladesh. While Indian Railways will renew the tracks up to the
border from Agartala the Bangladesh portion will be financed reportedly by aids from
Indian External Affairs Ministry.
*Photo from internet
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