View: Andamans are paradise, keep that a secret

One in every of my overriding reminiscences of strolling within the freezing chilly in Pangong Lake in Ladakh was the sight of a household jabbering away whereas approaching us. The ladies have been wearing cotton sarees with Hawaii chappals and socks, and the lads had monkey caps on. They have been the eponymous Travelling Bengalis.

My brethren and sistren are in every single place. I stepped out of the Vatican ravenous, and walked as much as the primary beef burger truck I noticed – and lo and behold, it was run by a Bengali. One in every of tons of I encountered by means of Italy. I nonetheless marvel at how that they had received there.

And now I’ve discovered them within the far reaches of the subcontinent – within the Andaman and Nicobar islands. I assumed I may escape Kolkata and West Bengal, and the good-looking Haryanvis I reside alongside in Gurugram by taking a number of flights, a ferry after which a automobile experience – solely to succeed in Havelock Island within the Andamans and realise that each second individual there was from Bengal.

Properly, that is comprehensible. One, the Andamans are near Bengal. It is simply in need of a two-and-a-half hour flight from Kolkata to Port Blair. Many individuals have moved right here additionally for jobs. Two, there are those that can thank GoI for transport them out to Andaman and Nicobar underneath the ‘Colonisation Schemes’ (sic) first in 1949 after Partition and hen once more after the 1971 India-Pakistan struggle with the creation of Bangladesh. In each instances, 1000’s of East Pakistan/Bangladesh refugees have been resettled on the islands. In 1951, there have been 2,362 Bengali-speaking folks, which by 1991 had turn into 64,706, based on the census. In the present day, they make about 28% of the inhabitants with about 1 lakh folks.

Settling within the Andamans isn’t a foul deal at this time. However in 1971, it was nearly as good because the British sending off political prisoners from the Indian mainland to Port Blair to be housed in Kala Paani, a.ok.a. the Mobile Jail throughout colonialism.

On visiting the Andamans final month, it warmed the cockles of my coronary heart to see the union territory celebrating considered one of Mobile Jail’s extra unwilling prisoners, Vinayak ‘Veer’ Savarkar. In the present day, he appears nearly like a co-traveller from the second one has touched down on the Veer Savarkar Airport the place I received down not from a bulbul, however from a aircraft.

However again to the Mobile Jail. It’s a chilling reminder of a grim time in our not-so-distant previous. What’s much more chilling is the sight of a number of newlywed {couples} and uncles and aunties from the mainland placing romantic poses and pouting whereas taking photos and selfies with the Mobile Jail as their backdrop.

However the loud Indian who spits and shoves and litters quickly turns into a distant reminiscence as you progress farther away from land. I’ve not seen such azure waters, pristine sands and miles of empty seashore ever, not even, actually, abroad.

A protracted and very swanky ferry experience at a really low value from Port Blair will deposit you on the shores of Havelock. A telephone sign is rarer than steak tartare right here, and WiFi is a distant dream. However telemarketers nonetheless managed to name me on Independence Day within the two seconds my telephone caught a whiff of a cell sign — to remind me {that a} free bank card awaits my return, and independence from spam won’t ever be potential.

What Havelock proved to me is that the one method to make sure a no-crime, no-pollution, no-litter world is by making your vacation spot as inaccessible and as low curiosity to the selfie-loving, mall’n’bar-hopping vacationer as potential. That is like miles of a Maldives seashore minus the eating places, resorts and nightlife. In different phrases, paradise.

That these little islands within the solar exist in India – visited solely by the actually dedicated – is a miracle. Even households whose youngsters remind you of The Exorcist, appear to behave mindfully. Nobody screamed or shouted or drove SUVs on the seashore whereas swigging beer. Folks merely swam, went scuba-diving, snorkelled, learn a e book, spoke softly. Even being a voluble Sen, I grew to become as zen as potential.

So, go to the Andamans for its seashores. Keep for the solitude and the corporate of essentially the most softspoken Bengalis you will ever met. Simply, like me, do not inform anybody about it.