By January 1977, I made what seemed to be a more or less permanent move to Delhi. My parents had shifted into a large, spacious house with a garden in Safdarjung Enclave, very different from our home in Kolkata. There were strong feelings in the air about the Emergency and hopes that the election would bring it to an end. I realised from conversations at home that the Emergency had changed Delhi and people’s lives drastically – demolitions and displacement in the name of “improvement”, sterilisations to enforce “family planning”, censorship, and more. Somehow, all this seemed far more immediate and oppressive in Delhi than it had been in Kolkata.
Friends and relatives, rather different from those in Kolkata, were part of my parents’ social world. These included bureaucrats who were keenly interested in what I should or should not have been doing. So, while there were neighbours and friends who taught at Jawaharlal Nehru University ( JNU) and thought it would be the ideal place for me, there were those who felt I needed to join the bureaucracy, which they thought would be far more exciting than becoming an academic.
I duly took the entrance tests for the MA programmes at...Read more
