Politics
Voters in Bengal.
Once upon a time, Murshidabad reigned as the cultural jewel of Bengal, the seat of Nawabs, home to regal palaces, silk traders, and the lyrical hum of poetry. Just to the north, Malda bloomed as a vibrant epicentre of mangoes, muslin, and constant movement. These two districts, flanking the porous Indo-Bangladesh border, were silent witnesses to the golden age of Bengal.
Today, that grandeur is archived. The identity of these districts is being redrawn through census data, migration patterns, and voter lists. What unfolds here is not just a tale of place, but a striking portrait of how shifting demographics can quietly reinvent the pulse of a democracy.
But Partition was merely the first chapter. The 1971 Bangladesh Liberation War sparked another exodus. What began as a trickle soon became a steady surge. While most of India saw a demographic settling after Partition, Murshidabad and Malda remained in flux, forever reshaped by invisible tides.
In 1951, nearly 44.6% of Murshidabad's population was Hindu. Today, that number has dropped below 35.12%. Muslims now form more than 63.67%, a steady rise driven by natural growth, alleged cross-border immigration, and the gradual exodus of Hindus who no longer feel secure in a once-shared land.
Electorally, the district reflects this demographic tide. Since 2004, Muslim candidates have dominated both winners and runners-up in Lok Sabha elections, consolidating vote shares of over 40%. But the twist lies in their partial invisibility—powerful on the ballot, yet elusive on paper. That ambiguity lends itself to volatility.
Another layer muddles the waters: document forgery. In Malda, fake Aadhaar and EPIC cards are available for ₹400. Entire racketeers manufacture bogus papers, making Malda a launchpad for illegal entrants. In one village alone, over 5,000 fake Aadhaar cards were seized in 2016. This contributes to inflated voter rolls padded with real migrants and fictional identities alike.
Murshidabad—a destination for settlers, a strategic voting bloc, yet with portions of its population fading from formal records. A place that simmers with political energy, waiting for a spark.
Malda—a departure point, a migrant’s first stop. It’s not about the vote, it’s about documentation, passage, and dispersal into the nation’s veins.
As India grapples with the thorny debates around illegal immigration, electoral fraud, and border control, Murshidabad and Malda remind us that democracy is never just about casting a ballot. It’s about who is seen and who is not—because somewhere in Bengal, at the next election, a vote may be cast on behalf of someone who left long ago… or someone who was never meant to be counted at all.