Of course she had to come to power. After what they called a landslide victory, she declared that her agenda is social welfare and development. Major news channel covered her victory with immense fanfare nationally but for us Kolkattans, this was nothing but ironically the obvious shock.
Why I call it this is because even though we harboured some hope of redemption, we were also aware of the power of biriyani (for those unaware, it works as a bribe) in this heritage filled state.
A well-known writer and researcher, when asked the reason for the support, said that the thirty-five years of oppression that the Left had imposed on the state, will take time to heal and in the meantime whoever promises to keep them away shall be the leader.
As much as I empathize with what was lost in those thirty- five years, I fail to understand why people are unable to see the implication of Sharada-Narada scandals or the collapse of the Vivekananda flyover in Kolkata, on the eve of the elections.
These are still high ranking matters; we could feel the side effects of her win on really simple everyday life skills like sleeping or studying. How?
If you reside in Kolkata, you will know the fact that almost every area has a micro slum and that every other day is some festival or the other. The wastage is immeasurable and loss of man hours is another issue in the state. But these things only matter to those of us who are trying to run a business or work efficiently in any service based industry as opposed to the people in power play who are only interested in their vote bank, at the cost of luring ignorants in for short term benefits. In this case, the short term benefit was a seven day celeberations.
On the day of her win, I had an exam, while returning home, I was immensely surprised to see my lane completely transformed into a ferry light shamiyana. As pretty as it was, the next thing that came to my sight was a four-foot-long table filled with food. None of this was unusual, even though I was aware that next day as I would step out of my house, I would discover a huge pile of wasted food. The real torture was when they started playing nagada (Indian Drums) at one in the night, followed by the repeat of the same at five in the morning and then a whole day of disco music furthered by a play in the evening, at full volume. This was the schedule for following 7 days!
Numerous calls to 100 provided no support and neither did the noise cancelling headphones.
Sadly, the development of West Bengal is being measured by the no of lights per metre. The historic state seems to have no future but a lull and seem that it will be in trance of short term benefits for a while.
I am just surprised that no one sees that the same amount that is spent on festivals can go towards the building of permanent structures that will let the very ignorants thrive and builds a successful lives for themselves but I guess that is a discussion for another day.