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There was a time when Bengali weddings – and the food porn that would follow in their wake – would not be quite complete if guests were not served rosogollas after an overwhelming feast. So, when several large sealed tins reached my sister’s Calcutta wedding venue in 1987, my father took charge of the stock.
He beamed in sheer happiness when one of the tins was cut open to reveal these small white, spongy balls, bobbing in a viscous, sickly sweet liquid.
I later learnt that dad’s made-to-order rosogollas came from a certain factory in West Bengal’s Basirhat sub-division in North 24 Parganas district, and they truly melted in your mouth.
That was then.
Today, as Bengalis vainly rejoice in chauvinistic glee after the ‘Geographical Indication (GI)’ status that the rosogolla truly belongs to the state and not Odisha, they might as well be humming ‘Ami Kolkatar Rosogolla’, a third-rate song from a fourth-rate Bengali film Rakte Lekha (Written in Blood) (1992).
But hey, thank the GI for its decision on the rosogolla, perhaps the middle-class Bengali’s last remaining item of pride when Tagore, the living legend, has already slipped out of her grasp, as Bangladesh’s hugely talented Rabindreeks (those who have mastered ‘Rabindrasangeet’ beyond challenge) continue to revere the great bard beyond the commercial returns.
There was just one Tagore, but he remains torn between claimants in the western and eastern parts of what was one Bengal. Would the West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee move GI to lay claim to “kabi guru” Tagore, lyrically the sweetest bard ever, and who transcends borders and boundaries?
And yet there are many forms – and therefore tastes – of the rosogolla: in white, in kesari, in pink and, more recently, even in chocolate.
But legend has it that Das’ invention was preceded by the master confectioners who, along with the cooks, tended the kitchen of Puri’s Lord Jagannath. Das, it is said, only popularised the rosogolla, while a man named Braja Moira beat him to the invention in 1866, when he started selling the sweet from a thatched-roof shop near the Calcutta High Court.
The rosogolla had competition too – from other imaginatively named variants such as “jatingolla” and “bhabanigolla”. And yet, it took a 19th century Shekhawati timber merchant Bhagwandas Bagla to popularise the sweet by buying huge quantities of it from Das’s Baghbazar store.
Bengal has won the GI tag on rosogolla, but will it be able to create the conditions for deepening and preserving the fame and taste that is attached with it? Or will indolence get the better of Bengalis in ways that would degrade the rosogolla as they have their ‘kaalchaar’?
Over the years, Bengalis have been derisive, if not downright insulting, of Odiyas, sniggering at them as people worthy only as cooks. And yet, it is Odisha and its hardworking people who have pipped Bengal and Bengalis – in educational attainments, in competitive examinations, in businesses, and I dare say, in most other critical social indicators.
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Published: 15 Nov 2017,02:15 PM IST