Five hundred years back during Mahaprabhu Sri Chaitanya’s time, Navadip of Bengal was considered a kind of Oxford for students from different parts of India. Another six centuries back, we are informed that Acharya Shankar’s spiritual master Sripada Govindapada was from Gauda – present Midlands of West Bengal. Another eight or nine centuries back when Chinese student Hien-sang came to Nalanda, he mentioned about high level of learning and teachers of Gauda-desha / Bengal.
During British Raj, teachers of Bengal – even in material and secular subjects were legends elsewhere. Bengali communists may note that their grandfathers were not taught a censored version of Keats, Shelley or Newton’s Principia by the ‘imperialist’ government. In spite of all the faults and shortcomings of WEM (White European Men), the grandsons of the Presidency College’s most celebrated alumni need to remind themselves this fact. There lies the only chance of any re-birth.
I read a letter to the editor (in ABP) from a distinguished alumni of Presidency (Class of 1964) where the alumni compares the teachers of his time and the present variant. He also speaks of the peasnatry of the current students. The comparison is devastating. In 1990s while I nurtured a dream to be a student there but a cursory look at the notice board ( same time I procured a Folio of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of Roman Empire from the boi-para) and it convinced me that the institution has become more of a chandimantap with the roof being of British concrete.
Why so ?
Because in a communist / socialist system where equality is the Holy Grail more easily understood by the masses (yes – masses – the lump of humanity which has never spoken and will never speak and need a leader to be guided) and rarely praticed in its most effacious version by the leaders. In such an environment, a teacher is a functionary of the state, nothing else.
Hence a teacher in such a system can be an organizer, a Marxist intellectual, an activist, a debator, a social change agent, an administrator, representative of the dictator of the proletariat, a local/district committee member, a Government employee like a clerk, member of an Union, closer/distant to the Party office, reformer, dreamer, managing local Puja, blood donation, picnic BUT not a teacher……
All these above roles suck all the vitality – biological and intellectual of the poor soul and he / she remains really lobotomized, metaphorically speaking.
The best of the lot, being victim of this vicious role-mix demand left the geography with a bitter but painful heart. The mediocre did the waltz with political power with the incentive being suitable transfer, grants and more or less the pocket change for a professor in a proper University in West during their best of times (Mr. Nirad C Chaudhuri has documented this in his Bengali essays). Dr. Watson while analysing the veneration of a Scotland Yard functionary towards Mr. Sherlock kept a sentence to be pondered by all : An average person knows nothing above himself. A man of talent immediately recognizes true genius when he finds one. I command every Bengali born between 1970 – 1990 in Bengal to reflect on this.
The average in Bengal is institutionalized. The talented are enstupidited. The genius has shun the womb of Bengal for quite some time. There is a grand epigram in Kaviraj Goswami’s Chaitanya-Charitamrita. Adavita Charaya – a philosopher-teacher of Navadip in fifteenth century used to offer tulsi and sandal woods to the Lotus feet of the Supreme Lord Vishu with the heartfelt prayer for his coming into the world. Why ? To deliver people from ignorance and stupidity. Night after night, acharya cried and prayed for Lord to appear. On what assurance ? Because of Lord’s eternal promise to an Indian prince 50 centuries back : I will appear in each millenium for re-establishment of true religion and punishing the miscreants.
And the Lord listened to his prayer. Mahaprabhu appeared as patitpavana and brought Bengal in the orbit of Civilization again. His associates or parshads – six goswamis went to Vrindavana and for the benfit of people created literatures. What literature ? That which delivers us from the darkness of ignorance to the light of knowledge for all men of all time. The Last Great Teacher Bengal, the self-effulgent Vedic Acharya – one of the greatest teachers of whole human history in this planet- of jagat-guru status and according to some scholars – a saktya-vesha avatara of the Supreme Lord Himself – we are remembering the glories of Srila Prabhupada.
When Prabhupada was sailing to New York to execute the Order of his Spiritual Master or Guru Maharaj – a journey and its outcome seem to be a mircale in itself now, Asoke Mitra was writing Bangladesh 1969 in Calcutta -a prophetic essay on the re-barbarization of Bengal mainland that will follow for three decades and continuing….
The worst of the lot will be mentioned in history after a long time when there may be their grandsons again, in some blissful moments become aware of it. The wait starts now.
In Nuremberg trial, a contrite German said : Thousand years hence, the sins of Germany will not be forgotten.
In thousand years hence, we may be in a position to assess the crime committed in pushing Bengal into an age of intellectual darkness. But this may never take place. Why ? A supreme wordsmith genius of Bengal told us long back
দেহের মুত্যুর রেজিষ্টার রাখা হয়, আত্বার হয় না
I hope that in Bengal somewhere, some acharya is praying sincerely with full surrender to the Lord to intervene again.
My obesiances to the feet of that mahatma of Bengal – the great teacher – such a teacher’s feet makes the earth holy.