Is it possible to grow up divorced from the works of Rabi Thakur if you are a Bengali (or live in Bengal)? Or,be less than overwhelmed by the polymath’s putative greatness? The answer to the first question is an emphatic no. Divorce is too strong a word,not quite achievable in the society of Bengali bhadraloks,who look upon Tagore as a marker of literary taste. Disenchantment,however,is not entirely impossible,particularly when you are an adolescent with an inclination for poets like T.S. Eliot and Dan Pagis.
Amit Chaudhuris introduction to Rabindranath Tagores Gitanjali wasnt particularly engaging he found the translations,high-flown and ineffable,perhaps lacking in the metaphysical despair so attractive to teenage. But it was really the vast and monumental generalisations that a response to his works evoked that I disliked. There is a prefabricated vision about him that never engages with a single line by Tagore that bothered me, says the author,musician and teacher,sitting at the lawns of India International Centre in Delhi.
In On Tagore,Reading the Poet Today,(Penguin) a collection of essays,Chaudhuri negotiates the different facets that made Tagore the icon he is,distilling the poet from his more public persona of a romantic and a national icon,alongside Gandhi and Nehru. It also marks his own engagement with Tagore,first as an antagonist,and then,as an admirer of his modernism,so unique from contemporary poets of the 20 th century,like his favourite,Eliot. He had a distinctive public personality that reacted to history and events,like his refusal to be knighted following the Jallianwala Bagh massacre,and a secret self which explored the nuances of the language,lending it both a delicacy and a preternatural openness, says Chaudhuri,50.
The essays,written between 1998 and 2001,show Chaudhuris predilection with a form that is not necessarily fiction. I like to move between genres,go beyond the novelistic conventions of he said and she said. I enjoy a certain degree of unpredictability while writing, he says. His next is an extensive work of non-fiction on the city of Kolkata. Chaudhuri,who grew up primarily in Mumbai before moving to England,returned to Calcutta,in 1999. He shares a strange relationship with the city,which is both home and alien,familiar and unknown and the backdrop of almost all his novels. I dont belong to the city,now that I live here. I felt more at home when I was away. Besides,the Kolkata in my imagination,of the Sixties and Seventies,does not exist anymore, he says. His works,therefore,have the objectivity of an outsider. I dont have very many friends here because I didnt grow up in the city and its difficult to make friends after a point. Most of the friendships in the city are anecdotal,dating back to school,college and common acquaintances. I have no access to that world,and no inclination to be a part of it,but that does not mean I am not fascinated by it, he says.
His days,when not travelling,are divided between writing and music; Chaudhuri has trained in the north Indian classical tradition. Rabindra Sangeet meets Joni Mitchell and Kishori Amonkar punctuates Pandit Bhismadev Chatterjee and Bee Gees during these music sessions. Preparations are on for an audio-visual theatrical production this autumn in UK,to present A Moment of Mishearing an exploration of musical traditions and how they run into each other. I was singing raag Todi one day and I thought I heard bits of Eric Claptons Layla in it. The project grew from such non-serious beginnings into a full-fledged concert and a narrative, he says.