Between Memory and Amnesia: A Conversation with Hindol Bhattacharjee
In a deeply reflective interview, poet Hindol Bhattacharjee unpacks the complex socio-political realities hiding behind the polished narrative of ‘Viksit Bangla’. He warns that while corporate aesthetics and the aggressive sanitization of public spaces might make the city appear more organized, they actively erase the marginalized voices, pavement booksellers, and informal spaces that define Kolkata’s true character. From questioning the selective silence of the modern Bengali intellectual class to exploring the enduring importance of the Little Magazine movement, Bhattacharjee examines a city that is increasingly suspended between memory and amnesia. Dive into this compelling dialogue on development, the fragility of pluralism, and why the defining theme of contemporary Kolkata is ‘erasure’. Before you read further… Get the best & trending news directly in your email for free. Subscribe → Q1. How do you decode the political vocabulary of “Viksit Bangla”? What realities is this narrative trying to hide? Every age invents its own language of power. In our time, words like “development,” “growth,” “transformation,” and now “Viksit Bangla” function almost like magical incantations. They ask us to look upward at flyovers, illuminated riverfronts, investment summits and smart-city dreams, while discouraging us from looking sideways at unemployment, precarious labour, shrinking democratic spaces, agrarian distress, environmental degradation, and the growing distance between rulers and citizens. As a poet, I am suspicious of every slogan that arrives fully polished. Human reality is rarely polished. It is contradictory, wounded, unfinished. “Viksit Bangla” may contain genuine aspirations, but it also risks becoming a theatrical backdrop behind which inconvenient questions are hidden. Development cannot be measured only in concrete and capital. A society is developed when its weakest citizens possess dignity, security, healthcare, education, and the ability to speak without fear. Otherwise, development becomes merely an aesthetic project imposed upon inequality. Q2. Kolkata is aggressively sanitizing its public spaces and evicting hawkers. How does a poet document a city that is erasing its own margins? A poet must become an archivist of disappearance. The history of Kolkata cannot be written only through government reports or architectural plans. It is written in tea stalls, pavement bookshops, hawkers’ cries, workers returning home at dusk, old men arguing politics beside a tram line, women bargaining in local markets. These seemingly insignificant details constitute the emotional geography of the city. When public spaces are sanitized, what is often being removed is not disorder but human presence. The hawker is not merely an economic category; he is a participant in the city’s cultural life. The pavement bookseller is not merely an encroacher; he is part of the intellectual ecosystem of Kolkata. Poetry begins where official documentation ends. If the city erases its margins, the poet’s responsibility is to remember them. Every demolished stall, every displaced family, every vanished conversation becomes a line in an unwritten poem. Q3. Bengal has a rich history of intellectual dissent. Yet, amid midnight evictions and top-down mandates, has the Bengali intellectual class compromised? Partially, yes. Every generation likes to believe it would have stood beside truth in difficult times. History suggests otherwise. Power has always possessed the ability to seduce, intimidate, reward, and isolate. Today’s intellectual landscape is no exception. What concerns me is not disagreement. Disagreement is healthy. What concerns me is selective silence. When intellectuals criticize authoritarianism only when practiced by their opponents and remain silent when it is exercised by those they support, they cease to function as intellectuals and become political accessories. The great tradition of Bengali dissent—from reformers, revolutionaries, writers, artists and journalists—was built upon a willingness to speak uncomfortable truths irrespective of who occupied power. That tradition survives, but it feels increasingly fragile. We need fewer courtiers and more witnesses. Q4. Is contemporary Bengali literature capturing the anxiety of this political transition, or has it retreated into safe, apolitical nostalgia? Both currents exist simultaneously. Some of the finest contemporary writing is engaging with displacement, communal tension, unemployment, migration, ecological anxiety, loneliness, and the subtle violence of neoliberal life. Yet there is also a noticeable retreat into nostalgia, private melancholy, and carefully depoliticized narratives. I do not believe literature must function as propaganda. Literature loses its soul when it becomes a political pamphlet. But literature also loses its relevance when it refuses to confront its historical moment. The task of literature is not to provide answers. Its task is to preserve difficult questions. If our literature ceases to ask uncomfortable questions about power, inequality, memory, and justice, it risks becoming merely decorative. Q5. What happens to the cultural soul of Kolkata when its informal spaces and raw human elements are replaced by a sanitized, corporate aesthetic? A city can survive the loss of buildings. It cannot survive the loss of character. Kolkata has never been beautiful in the conventional sense. Its beauty emerged from contradiction. It was chaotic, argumentative, crowded, emotional, and imperfect. It possessed what urban planners often dislike and what artists often cherish—unpredictability. Corporate aesthetics seek efficiency, cleanliness, control, and visual uniformity. There is nothing inherently wrong with these qualities. The danger emerges when they become the only values that matter. When every corner begins to resemble a commercial brochure, cities lose their local memory. When every public space is designed primarily for consumption rather than interaction, citizens slowly become customers. A city without informal spaces may become more manageable, but it also becomes less alive. Q6. Bengal has long prided itself on a syncretic, pluralistic culture. Is this shared cultural identity surviving today’s political polarization, or is it actively fracturing? It survives, but not automatically. Pluralism is not a monument that once built remains forever intact. It is a daily practice. Bengal’s cultural identity emerged from centuries of interaction among diverse communities, languages, faiths, and social traditions. That inheritance remains powerful. However, political polarization thrives by simplifying complex identities. It asks people to choose permanent camps and permanent enemies. Such politics gradually erodes trust, empathy, and shared cultural spaces. What gives me hope is that ordinary people often remain wiser than political narratives. Neighbours continue helping neighbours.
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