Sunday, 27 September 2020

Life of Lower Middle Class Bengalis

Imaging the future being managed somehow amid a lot crisis, spending the days in a small apartment and dreaming the children growing as a successful person, are few common aspects that most of lower middle class Bengali’s life  mostly contained about. They seem to be endowed with some unique ability by god that mastered them to cop-up in any situation with a big smile on their face in life. Despite all odds and difficulties of life they learnt the skill to remain as an optimistic; it is one of the common features of a lower-middle class Bengali’s nature that discern them from the rest. Regardless, of the ruthless encounters of daily struggle, Bengalis still live life with great hope and principal; considering Rabindranath Tagore and Netaji Subhash Chandra as their forefather and to be the reason to feel proud of their own existence.

Being exploited almost in every step of life, be it in their professional career, where the inadequate salary of theirs haunted them even in their wildest dream and to combat that invisible threat, their innate ability to encounter that crisis and manage everything in a familiar manner, builds a Bengali at a core. Life never looks easy for them, while gaining, there come several obstructions for them but while giving it appears wide open like sky. Such paradoxical combination of life never allows them to live life at ease, for them life seems to be all about chasing them to meet the basic need at the end of the day.

The word ‘surplus’ looks anomalous to their situation, as everything in their life is so limited that they barely had the luxury to live or feel the word ‘Surplus’ in reality. They constantly toil, for most of them there is no retirement till the time they get final release from life. They gloomy eyes which once bore so many dreams, now look so pale and discontent with the fierce reality of life that weighed him down with age and years passing by.

Above all their confidence to overcome all the hardship of life and meet happiness on the other side of the river bank makes them so enthusiastic and lively. They perhaps know it quite well that life shall never be the way they expect it to be, but they seem to have adopted a strange strategy to fool their own self and appears enchanted to all forever. Yet, they too often feel disdained and get the urge to escape far away leaving every responsibility behind. Even though, in real life their willingness and fearlessness makes them so very special, but in that case, their imagination could not quite take shape in reality as the positivity in them soon overshadow the negative thoughts of theirs.

For them life goes on faster than light, so fast so that they do not even have the chance to mourn over their regrets. They have to wake up every morning and get off the bed hovering on the thought that how the next moment of the life would be when they open their eyes. Notwithstanding, so many negativity and absurd challenges of life, the lower middle class Bengalis never fall short of the reason to be enthusiastic and regard life as a beautiful gift of god.

 

1 comment:

  1. Such a beautiful essay on Bengali's lifestyle. It can actually can flatten the walls of classes of Bengali's and be applicable to all the way you've given shape to it. Being a bong myself. I can relate to the strong imageries you've evoked , be it the trepidation of work ( studies in my case and a never ending fear of what's to come) and the surplus you so emphatically alluded to and the many ills that beset a bongs life have perfectly driven home the drift to us. Moreover, your penchant for writing for ordinary life has perfectly complemented this piece where even a person who hasn't known you ever can well sense that it's written by a bong himself possessing no less all these qualities. I'm sure the feeling of unequal pay in terms of work you've put in haunts you like all the people. Overall, this is an accurate picture of a middle-class man dreaming about life before going to sleep and waking up next morning only to find these dashed to ashes. But as I'm hopeful having been in touch with you, I'm gonna end this on a happy note that all will be okay and our middle-class dreams will be realized in an ever changing world where change is the only constant

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