Today’s post comes to us from the keyboard and computer (I presume) of Bhaskar Chattopadhyay, former analytics professional, now author, translator, art enthusiast and entrepreneur. Here he talks about a deep urge for telling stories, his mother’s face when he used to read to her as a child, and what translation has got to do with the Tower of Babel.
His latest book, 14: Stories that Inspired Satyajit Ray, is a collection of translated tales from Bengali that served as themes in many of Ray’s movies. Bhaskar is also the Founder of ArtSquare (www.artsquare.in) – India’s largest online art portal. He lives in Bangalore with his wife Sweta and sons Ishaan and Emon.
I have often been asked the question: why did you write this book? (14: Stories That Inspired Satyajit Ray). Now, I have to admit that towards the beginning, at book launches and interviews etc, I used to be stumped by the question. You never really think about why you’re writing a book. You just, you know, write it. But now, a few years after I’ve crossed out the last ‘t’ in ‘14’, I think I have realized it, finally. Let me tell you.
I grew up in a small town in Assam. I had quite a few good friends, but I was not so much of an outdoor person. I used to read a lot, but it was not enough for me to read something, enjoy it and move on to the next book. There was a very potent desire within me to share a good story with someone. I remember my summer vacations used to be spent in walking all around the house behind my mother, who used to be busy with her chores, and reading out to her interesting stories that I had just finished reading. I felt it would be a shame for her not to be able to hear something wonderful just because she did not have enough time to read.
Then when I was in college, I came across a Biblical story, that of the Tower of Babel. I think there are many versions of the story, but the gist is this. After the great deluge, when mankind flourished again, they started becoming very vain. They would not care too much about God and went as far as proclaiming themselves superior to God. In their vanity, they came up with the plan of building a very tall tower, one that would rise up to the heavens and let them be at par with God. They started working at full pace, and since they worked in absolute co-ordination, the progress on the tower was amazing – so much so that the angels saw the progress and reported their concern to God in heaven.
It is said that God descended upon earth and did something simple and clever to thwart humanity. You see, when they had started building the tower, man communicated with each other in the same tongue, so the coordination among them was supreme. But God came down and gave them something new: languages! Soon no one could understand what the other person was saying, and there was utter confusion; and the Tower of Babel collapsed, and God had once again crushed man’s surging pride.
What a wonderful thing it would have been had we all spoken one language, or at least understood each other’s tongue? We could truly enjoy what each culture has to offer. So much beauty, so much wisdom, so much learning would have been received, given and shared. But we don’t. And at least for some more time, we have to live with it. And as long as man would continue to look at each other with blank and confused faces, translators like me would continue to bend over sheets of paper and build a bridge between two languages – a bridge over the vanity of man, a bridge that would help them cross over and explore the wonders that lie on the other side.
That, in a nutshell, is why I wrote ‘14’. I wanted those who don’t read or understand Bengali to revel in the magic of its literature.
Deep within my heart, though, I am a story-teller. I remember the range of expressions on my mother’s face when I used to read to her. Perhaps the same expressions of joy, and sorrow, horror and glee would appear on my readers’ faces too? That is the hope we writers live – and die – by.
What about you, dear reader? What is that little thing that pushes you to write, sing, paint and play? What is that spot of light within you that does not let you rest until you’ve created some art? I’d love to hear what you think, so do tell me!
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