Tuesday, November 08, 2005
its a shame that the cultured babus of bengal are so reluctunt to pay respect to two doyens of its literature. shibram chakraborty and syed mujtaba ali. its not only the apathy of modern day half-baked parents that they hand over to their kids latest volume of harry potter instead of a set of shibram or satyajit. thakurmar jhuli...papa, eta abar ki crap? mamma, you promised to give me harry's goblet of fire. jadi na dao, tahole aami pizzahut e jabo naa. i swear. horri bol. i am not acting snotty by saying children should not read rowling, but the pain is with the passage of time, our children has developed the tendency of thinking that if they read bengali, they would be a fallen race. and that tendency is inflicted to them by their parents...frankly speaking who were never a book lover. otherwise, how can they forget satyajit, shibram. how can they forget syed mujtaba, who taught bengalis how to write a travelogue, rabindranath's russiar chithi was never a great writing to know russia. its too intellectual. but if we read syed's deshe videshe, we can catch the exact nerve of an afghan. giant child, as described by syed sir. did anybody wrote a travelogue like syed with such humour? i bet. also, if we read mujtaba ali's work we realise how much the man loved his country, its culture. some royal host, serving him a plateful of exquisite biryani, asked him, "so what do you think is the best dish in this world?" the host was taken aback to know that it was bhapa padmar elish and garam bhaat. where do we get that indianness in any of our indian writers' work. who says the more educated the man is, the more complex is his writings. is he more educated than mujtaba? a great scholar who went to germany to study, was the guest of afghan king to teach in kabul university? his marksheet was written by rabindranath himself! nobody had that privilege i believe. what do we say about satyajit, is anybody's writing as sweet, as charming, as simple and as informative as satyajit's? can anybody play with words like shibram did? my stomach still aches when i sit with his works. he never refuses to amaze me. with every reading, his stories get newer, refresher. we have got streets named after alien ho-chi-minh, lenin, kankaria, alimuddin, s n banerjee, not to mention about gandhi, vivekananda and lot more. but no road dedicated to shibram, syed mujtaba. of course satyajit has, but i wonder what would have happened if his pather pachali did not get aclaim? we cry when america invades iraq, insults vietnam, shouts at china or north korea, our heart goes shramiker rokte laal. but what about our own genius' plight? when will the dhoti-claded jokers look into their plight? if buddhababu goes to vietnam and ask a shramik bhai where is bengal, i bet he would point towards a crater in the moon. when will these self-poisoned ignorants wake up and pay respect to their own culture? i mean without being a culture-vulture, true tribute to the genius.