I am Bengali
Years back, when I was in Chandigarh, a classmate pointed and said we should be scared of her as she is a Bengali. Later I learnt that she thought Bengalis only know black magic, really... That time I wrote this for my next week's Soft Skill class assignment. I didn't grow up in Bengal, but still, I hold my roots strong. Thanks to my mother. What comes to mind when you hear "West Bengal"? Roshogolla… Maach-bhaat… Darjeeling’s misty hills… The roaring Royal Bengal Tigers of Sundarbans… Shantiniketan’s timeless wisdom… The bold red bindi and fiery eyes… Laal paar saree’s elegance… The grandeur of Durga Puja… The immortal verses of Rabindranath Tagore… The intellectual debates at Coffee House… And yes, where ‘B’ defiantly replaces ‘V’! We, Bengalis, are not just bearers of culture—we are its fiercest protectors and proudest ambassadors. Our identity isn’t just about rituals; it’s a revolution . We don’t just learn classical dance, music, or painting— we redefine them . ...