Love For Books and the Kolkata Book-Fair (Guest Post)

As part of my blog’s first anniversary I am hosting a ‘blog party’. Today my guest is award winning blogger Maniparna Sengupta Majumdarnw She hardly needs an introduction. An acclaimed blogger she recently won the award for the best blog in the regional category of the Indian Blogger Awards 2017 presented by IndiBlogger. It is my absolute honour to host her. Today she writes about Kolkata Book Fair, something that is part of every Bong bibliophile’s life. Enjoy!!

 

Books- words etched on white pages, dreams weaved between the covers and thousands of stories beckoning to explore them. To me, books also mean nostalgia, the memories revive themselves surreptitiously whenever I stand in front of my bookshelf. The one with a slightly torn cover winks,”remember?”. Another with moth-eaten pages sighs, “you have forgotten”, the voluminous tome from the topmost row calls out,”you spent twenty afternoons with me!” Yes, I remember them all, how can I forget my faithful companions, my books!
As a child, I was kind of an introvert having very few friends. I didn’t like to play much and hence, most of my spare time was spent in solitude. It was then I discovered an inexhaustible source of happiness in the corner room of our house. There were four big shelves, all full of books from different genres. Not all of them were for children, in fact, most of them were not. It happened this way that I kept on caressing the pages without understanding a single word. But, somehow, the words were able to send a positive vibe to my fingers whenever I touched them. I felt good, I felt happy.

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Books for children, they were limited in our house at that time and, soon the day arrived when there was none left for me to explore. The Ladybird series, Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Tuntunir Golpo, Thakurmar Jhuli, (and there was a Thakurdar Jhuli, too) Roosh Desher Upakatha, all were gorged in a way we gulp down fuchkas! I was probably five or six years old at that time.
On a fine winter morning, when the dewdrops were resting leisurely on the bosom of the flowers and, I was savouring a delectable breakfast of Joynagarer moya,(a special kind of laddu available in Kolkata during winter only) bread-butter and oranges, my father made an announcement. That, we were visiting a new kind of fair in the afternoon. That was a thrilling news for me and, though, I hankered after to know which fair it was, he kept on smiling making me mad with curiosity and anticipation.
And, the wait was worthy enough! I gazed at the myriad of banners and the large makeshift gates, they made me ecstatic and open-mouthed. So many books inside! Ah, the animated joy of witnessing millions of books at one place was no less than finding the Alibaba’s cave.
That was my first tryst with the Kolkata International Book Fair.
After that, it became a routine affair every year. Visiting the book-fair became the nitty-gritty of my life. The fair was held at the heart of Kolkata, the Maidan ground at that time. On entering, most of the times, a gust of dusty wind welcomed me, rows of bookstalls mesmerically waved and winked and allured me from every direction as I insisted on visiting each and every stall. Believe it or not, but I could hear the books singing the song of the Bhooter Raja in the film Gupi Gayen Bagha Bayen; “aay aay kachhe aay”! (come closer)
The Kolkata Book Fair started its journey in the year 1976, with only 56 stalls and 34 publishers, now it boasts of being the largest one in Asia. The ambience, the attendees, the aroma, the aura- once you visit the fair, you’re sure to fall in love with it.

The fair now has been shifted to the periphery of the city. In 2014, my Bengali poems were published in an anthology, the book was inaugurated at the Book Fair. A wonderful feeling swept over me as I stood on the podium; the same fair, the same smell of books, new and old, but it all felt different. There was a new kind of feeling, a new enchanting smell, the smell of loving nostalgia, living memories.
If you love reading, love the crispy, peppery smell of books, you can feel the presence of the whole world at your fingertips. That’s the spell books cast upon.

11 thoughts on “Love For Books and the Kolkata Book-Fair (Guest Post)

  1. the bespectacled mother says:

    How could I have not read this post for I love books more than I love reading. The description in the opening lines about the old books speaking to the reader is my most favourite part in this post. “Remember” (with a wink) and “you spent twenty afternoons with me” is somewhat like having a romantic relationship, but with books here πŸ™‚ A wonderful midnight read for me.

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