In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Bengal was the crucible where modern Indian thought was forged. It birthed the Indian Renaissance, a profound intellectual and cultural awakening that propelled India into the modern era. The Bengali mind, refined by centuries of philosophical introspection and sharpened by colonial education, produced giants who shaped the nation's trajectory: Raja Ram Mohan Roy, Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar, Rabindranath Tagore, Jagadish Chandra Bose, Subhas Chandra Bose, Satyajit Ray; the list is exhaustive and awe-inspiring.
For over a century, Bengal dominated the intellectual, cultural, and political discourse of India. It gave the country its first Nobel laureate, Rabindranath Tagore; its most formidable revolutionary, Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose; and its first nationalistic novel, Anandamath. Whether it was the freedom struggle or scientific innovation, Bengal's contribution was unparalleled. Gopal Krishna Gokhale famously said, “What Bengal thinks today, India thinks tomorrow.” That was not just a compliment; it was a recognition of the region’s cultural primacy and foresight.
But today, as we look at Bengal, particularly West Bengal, we see a shadow of that past. The question that haunts many is this: How did the pioneer become the pariah in matters of progress and development?
Ironically, Bengalis continue to shine but outside their home state. From Silicon Valley to Singapore, from Harvard classrooms to NASA labs, the Bengali diaspora has excelled. Economists like Amartya Sen and Abhijit Banerjee won Nobel Prizes. Doctors, engineers, and academics of Bengali origin have carved out prestigious careers across the globe.
Yet back home, the state appears to be caught in a time warp. A chronic stagnation marks its economic, industrial, and infrastructural development. Once the epicentre of industry during the British era, Kolkata, formerly Calcutta, is now better known for intellectual nostalgia than innovation.
This paradox of brilliant individuals and a failing system marks the Bengali tragedy of the 21st century.
The political culture of Bengal, once idealistic and driven by nationalism, has morphed into a culture of division, polarisation, and stagnation. The rise of trade unions in the 1960s and 70s, often violent and ideologically rigid, crippled industrialisation. The Left Front, which ruled for over three decades, provided land reforms and improved literacy, but failed to attract investment or encourage entrepreneurship. Instead, militant unionism and the politicisation of academic institutions created an environment of hostility toward enterprise.
When the Tatas planned to set up a Nano car manufacturing plant in Singur, the project was sabotaged by political opposition. It was not just a factory that was lost—it was a signal to the world that Bengal was closed for business. The same story repeated with several other ventures, further widening the gap between Bengal and states like Gujarat, Maharashtra, or Karnataka.
Amartya Sen once wrote about the "Argumentative Indian"—a celebration of India’s pluralistic and debating culture. Nowhere is this truer than in Bengal. Debate is second nature to a Bengali; every teashop (the fabled addas) becomes a forum of intellectual jousting. But this intellectual sharpness often comes without a sense of community collaboration.
Unlike Gujaratis, Marwaris, or Sikhs, who are famously community-driven, helping one another in business and migration, Bengalis tend to function individually. Jealousy, suspicion, and internal competition frequently undermine collective advancement. Instead of mentoring or supporting each other, there’s a tendency to critique or pull down. Liberalism, in this context, becomes performative, more inclined toward self-righteousness than societal contribution.
Bengal's brightest minds have always moved elsewhere, first to Delhi or Mumbai, now to New York or London. This brain drain has deprived the state of much-needed talent and leadership. The infrastructure doesn’t inspire confidence, and the governance doesn’t incentivise staying back. The result: a hollowing out of aspiration. While families take pride in their children’s achievements abroad, the local soil remains untended.
Bengalis continue to celebrate Tagore, Ray, Vivekananda, and Nazrul—names whose legacies dominate the state’s cultural narrative. But this celebration often lacks the essential dynamism of cultural renewal. While Maharashtra produced a new generation of filmmakers and Tamil Nadu fostered tech startups alongside classical music, Bengal remained rooted in its past glory.
The Bengali arts scene, once revolutionary, now oscillates between nostalgic homage and stagnation. The need to innovate, adapt, and globalise culture without diluting its essence has been lost in an echo chamber of intellectual elitism.
One of the most pressing concerns in Bengal today is the erosion of law and order. The rise of politically backed syndicates, extortion networks, and lumpen elements has made public life vulnerable. From college admissions controlled by political mafias to street-level violence during elections, the decay is palpable.
Safety, once a hallmark of Bengali society, has deteriorated. Women, minorities, and dissenters no longer feel secure. Instead of the rule of law, what reigns is the fear of political retribution. For a state once associated with reformers and rationalists, this descent into lawlessness is both ironic and tragic.
There is a quiet but growing crisis of self-worth among Bengalis. The pride they feel in their ancestry clashes with the disappointment in their present. They remember the Nobel laureates, the revolutionaries, the poets, but see potholes, pollution, and political rallies outside their windows. It’s a dissonance that creates frustration, and often, apathy.
The average Bengali youth is caught between dreams of migration and despair at the system. They do not see role models in politics or public life. Instead, they see outdated leaders, patronage politics, and a society unwilling to reinvent itself.
Historically, Bengalis enjoyed a place of reverence in Indian society. They were seen as thinkers, visionaries, educators, and artists. But today, the perception in other states has shifted. Incidents of Bengalis being treated poorly or stereotyped as effete, talkative, or politically problematic reflect a deep decline in how the community is viewed.
While other communities have risen in economic and political stature, the Patels, Marwaris, Tamils, Punjabis, and the Bengalis have receded. This is not merely perception; it is tied to real socio-economic metrics.
Despite the grim picture, Bengal is not beyond redemption. It never was.
Most importantly, Bengal needs a cultural rebirth, not a recycling of past glories, but a forging of new identities rooted in its timeless values of intellect, compassion, and courage.
Rabindranath Tagore’s immortal lines—“Jodi tor daak shune keu na ashe, tobe ekla chalo re”—have often been interpreted as a lone call for justice in the face of adversity. Today, that call is more relevant than ever. Bengal must walk alone if needed, but it must walk forward. It must choose to rise not just on the strength of its ancestors, but on the courage of its youth, the foresight of its thinkers, and the will of its people.
The Bengali identity is not dead. It’s dormant.
But if it awakens, if it truly awakens, India may, once again, look east for its future.