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Travel History’s Burden - McCluskieganj McCluskieganj is a lost town that was once founded by the British officials to be their summer home today it exists in stories known as a place that was once called Mini London. Today it tries to find its identity in history and is trying to survive in the present. In 1930s McCluskieganj became one of the most prominent places that the British governance selected and was shortly populated by many British families now known as the Anglo Indians. The housing plan of McCluskieganj was as British as it could get. The irony lies in the fact that the place which was once populated by the residents who worked in offices are today forced to work as farmers and fruit sellers. The houses here will remind you of a British village because of their design and while it should be a hub of Jharkhand tourism these buildings are slowly crumbling and will be gone in no time. The town is named after McCluskie who was a property dealer from Calcutta. He visited some villages in the area for hunting, and even built a hutment at a place called Harhu. His friend PP Sahib worked as the manager of Ratu Maharaja's estate. And it was PP, who convinced the maharaja of Ratu to lease out the land to McCluskie. One can take walks in the town exploring the houses and can think of the happy and jovial place that it once used to be. There is a small evening market in the premises of the town that residents use to buy fruits, vegetables and other daily needs. But the most fascinating structure of this place is their religious center that is a mosque and a church that stand side by side and look like the same structure. I asked around to know if a part of one was destroyed to construct the other but that was not the case. Once this place was home to 300 families but now the houses are broken and while every other state is busy saving their lost heritage colonies and buildings, the tourism department of Jharkhand is not doing anything to protect it. My trip to McCluskiekanj was short, it was raining and trains were delayed. My visit to this place was cut short by 3 hours because of the delay and the roads were filled with mud. I explored a few houses while soaking in rain. A homeowner even called me in and offered me tea. He told me how the coal mafia has destroyed the surroundings of the town and how everyone is leaving this place in search of a better life. Still there are people left who are fascinated by the fairy tale and believe that some magic shall revive this place till then they have no choice but to wait. I didn’t get much time to explore more of this lost town so I had to bid goodbye in as the evening approached and return to Ranchi by train. I hoped while I left the place and its story behind, that next time around I’ll see things in much better shape. Or maybe it will be gone forever. Anshul Akhoury