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A Musical Soiree

By Snigdha Agrawal

This was an annual event organised at home, on Tagore’s birthday.  Preparations started a week before ‘Pochishe Boishakh’)[1].

Musical instruments were dusted and tuned, particularly the most used harmonium and tablas. The living room was rearranged.  Chairs were pushed against the walls.  Centre and side tables were removed, creating space for floor seating.  Durries were laid over the carpet.  All the pash balish — bolsters — in the house with freshly laundered covers, placed haphazardly for those wanting to recline.  A space earmarked for the performers, usually against the room’s longest wall.  On this wall hung a fairly large black and white framed photo of Tagore, garlanded with freshly picked jasmine flowers. Not the fully bloomed one.  White buds with short green stems.  We girls were given the responsibility of making smaller wristbands from the jasmine buds, presented to the visitors.  Stalks of rajanigandha (tuberoses) stood erect in tall vases placed on either side of the photo. 

The overpowering smell of jasmine and tuberoses drowned other smells floating in from the kitchen.  A hands-full kitchen as no jalsa[2] is complete without serving the guests chai and piping hot assortment of pakoras — onions, potatoes, brinjal, pumpkin flowers, battered fried crispy brown. Poppy seed-sprinkled vegetable chops, cylindrically shaped, were polished off as fast as they were made and served.  The service continued till the guests left, mouths sweetened with the dessert — usually rossogollas, delivered by the sweet-meat dhoti-clad guy, arriving on foot, carrying gigantic-sized aluminium dekchis[3]balanced on two ends of a pole, hoisted on his shoulder.

It was an open house event for those interested and wanting to join.  There were the regulars and walk-ins as well. Performers and audience.  A manageable crowd most years. Rarely spilling out into the adjacent veranda.  Cane chairs were lined up to accommodate the latecomers.  Ma, a gifted and trained singer had the honour of opening the ceremony with the song “Hey Nutan, Dekha dik aar-baar janmero prothamo shubhokhan…”[4].  On popular demand, she went on to sing a couple of Tagore’s songs not omitting the song dedicated to Boishakh “esho hey boishak, esho…esho. Taposniswasbaye mumushure dao uraye, botsorer aborjona dur hoye jak…”.  [5]A song that has been on our minds, with the current heat wave raging throughout the country.

As the evening progressed there were recitations from Tagore’s poetry collection.  A young couple, Soumenda and Rinadi, our neighbours, had the gathering spellbound with their singing and poetry recitation.  Close neighbourhood friends of ‘Puluda’, the affectionate nickname of the famed actor, the Late Soumitra Chatterjee, the talented couple were in demand at many such musical soirees held on Vijaya Doushami[6] in community clubs.  And through them, we met the greatest Bengali screen actor of all time, on many occasions, when he visited after the day’s outdoor shooting in the picturesque surrounding in Maithon and Panchayat, way back in the 1960s. 

With our leaving the gated community complex in 1968, ended the annual Rabindra Jayanti home celebrations. A not-forgotten era.  Rabindranath Tagore lives on. These days, I listen to Rabindrasangeet on YouTube, remembering the days of youth, Ma’s full-throated voice, and Somenda, and Rinadi regaling us with their practised/professional voices. Pakoras are replaced now with sushi.  God rest their souls. 

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[1] The 25th day of the Bengali month of Boishakh, recorded as the official date of birth of the Rabindranath Tagore in 1861. As per the Gregorian calendar, the date falls between the 7th or 8th of May.

[2] Musical soiree

[3] broad-rimmed cooking utensil with a flat round bottom

[4] Oh ever new!/ Let my eyes behold once more/ the first blessed moment of birth.- Translation by Aruna Chakravarty, Borderless Journal

[5] Hail O boisakh! Welcome./ Blow away deadly diseases with your ascetic breath./May the debris from the old year disappear. – Translation from Borderless Journal

[6] Last day of Durga Puja

Snigdha Agrawal (nee Banerjee) has published four books and is a regular contributor to anthologies.  A septuagenarian, she writes in all genres of poetry, prose, short stories and travelogues.

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Borderless April, 2024

Art by Sohana Manzoor

Editorial

April Showers… Click here to read.

Translations

Baraf Pora (Snowfall) by Rabindranath Tagore, gives a glimpse of his first experience of snowfall in Brighton and published in the Tagore family journal, Balak (Children), has been translated from Bengali by Somdatta Mandal. Click here to read.

Himalaya Jatra ( A trip to Himalayas) by Tagore, has been translated from his Jibon Smriti (1911, Reminiscenses) by Somdatta Mandal from Bengali. Click here to read.

Bhumika (Introduction) by Tagore has been translated from Bengali by Ratnottama Sengupta. Click here to read.

The Fire-grinding Quern by Manzur Bismil has been translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.

The Tobacco Lover by Ihlwha Choi has been translated from Korean by the poet himself. Click here to read.

Pochishe Boisakh (25th of Baisakh) by Tagore(1922), has been translated from Bengali by Mitali Chakravarty. Click here to read.

Pandies Corner

Songs of Freedom: Dear Me… is an autobiographical narrative by Ilma Khan, translated from Hindustani by Janees. These narrations highlight the ongoing struggle against debilitating rigid boundaries drawn by societal norms, with the support from organisations like Shaktishalini and pandies’. Click here to read.

Poetry

Click on the names to read the poems

Michael Burch, Kirpal Singh, Scott Thomas Outlar, Nusrat Jahan Esa, George Freek, Snigdha Agrawal, Phil Wood, Pramod Rastogi, Stuart McFarlane, Ahmad Al-Khatat, Shamik Banerjee, Ryan Quinn Flanagan, Lisa Sultani, Jenny Middleton, Kumar Bhatt, Rhys Hughes

Poets, Poetry & Rhys Hughes

In The Desk, Rhys Hughes writes of his writerly needs with a speck of humour. Click here to read.

Musings/Slices from Life

Heatwave & Tagore

Ratnottama Sengupta relates songs of Tagore to the recent heatwave scorching Kolkata. Click here to read.

The Older I get, the More Youthful Feels Tagore

Asad Latif gives a paean in prose to the evergreen lyrics of Tagore. Click here to read.

No Film? No Problem

Ravi Shankar takes us through a journey of cameras and photography, starting with black and white films. Click here to read.

Musings of a Copywriter

In Witches and Crafts: A Spook’s Tale, Devraj Singh Kalsi finds a ghostly witch in his library. Click here to read.

Notes from Japan

In Of Peace and Cheese, Suzanne Kamata gives us a tongue in cheek glimpse of photo-modelling mores. Click here to read.

Essays

Discovering Rabindranath and My Own Self

Professor Fakrul Alam muses on the impact of Tagore in his life. Click here to read.

The Lyric Temper

Jared Carter explores the creative soul of poets through varied times and cultures. Click here to read.

Bengaliness and Recent Trends in Indian English Poetry: Some Random Thoughts

Somdatta Mandal browses over multiple Bengali poets who write in English. Click here to read.

Stories

Hope is the Waking Dream of a Man

Shevlin Sebastian gives a vignette of life of an artist in Mumbai. Click here to read.

Viceregal Lodge

Lakshmi Kannan explores patriarchal mindsets. Click here to read.

The Thirteen-Year Old Pyromaniac

Paul Mirabile gives a gripping tale about a young pyromaniac. Click here to read.

Conversation

Ratnottama Sengupta in conversation about Kitareba, a contemporary dance performance on immigrants, with Sudarshan Chakravorty, a choreographer, and founder of the Sapphire Dance Company. Click here to read.

Book Excerpts

An excerpt from Jessica Mudditt’s Once Around the Sun – From Cambodia to Tibet. Click here to read.

An excerpt from Bhaskar Parichha’s Biju Patnaik: The Rainmaker of Opposition Politics. Click here to read.

Book Reviews

Meenakshi Malhotra reviews Mahasweta Devi: Writer, Activist, Visionary, edited by Radha Chakravarty. Click here to read.

Basudhara Roy reviews Out of Sri Lanka: Tamil, Sinhala and English Poetry from Sri Lanka and its Diasporas, edited by Vidyan Ravinthiran, Seni Seneviratne, Shash Trevett. Click here to read.

Swagata Chatterjee reviews Sanjukta Dasgupta’s Ekalavya Speaks. Click here to read.

Bhaskar Parichha reviews Bhang Journeys: Stories, Histories, Trips and Travels by Akshaya Bahibala. Click here to read.

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April Showers

Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
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Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.

— Prologue, The Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer (1342-1400)

Centuries ago, April was associated with spring induced travel… just as pilgrims set out on a journey in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Some of the journeys, like to Mecca, become a part of religious lore. And some just add to the joie de vivre of festivities during different festivals that punctuate much of Asia during this time — Pohela Boisakh (Bengali), Songkran (Thai), Navavarsha (Nepali), Ugadi (Indian), Vaisakhi (Indian), Aluth Avurudda (Sri Lankan) and many more.

A hundred years ago, in April 1924, Tagore had also set out to journey across the oceans to China — a trip which, perhaps, led to the setting up of Cheena Bhavan in Vishwa Bharati. Recently, Professor Uma Dasgupta in a presentation stated that Tagore’s Nobel prize winning Gitanjali, and also a collection called The Crescent Moon (1913), had been translated to Chinese in 1923 itself… He was renowned within China even before he ventured there. His work had been critically acclaimed in literary journals within the country. That arts connect in an attempt to override divides drawn by politics is well embodied in Tagore’s work as an NGO and as a writer. He drew from all cultures, Western and Eastern, to try and get the best together to serve humankind, closing gaps borne of human constructs. This spirit throbbed in his work and his words. Both towered beyond politics or any divisive constructs and wept with the pain of human suffering.

This issue features translations of Tagore’s writings from his childhood — both done by professor Somdatta Mandal — his first trip with his father to the Himalayas and his first experience of snow in Brighton. We have a transcreation of some of his lyrics by Ratnottama Sengupta. The translation of his birthday poem to himself — Pochishe Boisakh (his date of birth in the Bengali calendar) along with more renditions in English of Korean poetry by Ihlwha Choi and Manzur Bismil’s powerful poetry from Balochi by Fazal Baloch, add richness to our oeuvre. Bismil’s poetry is an ode to the people — a paean to their struggle. It would seem from all the translations that if poets and writers had their way, the world would be filled with love and kindness.

Yet, the world still thunders with wars, with divides — perhaps, there will come a time when soldiers will down their weapons and embrace with love for, they do not fight for themselves but for causes borne of artificial human divides. It is difficult to greet people on any festival or new year, knowing there are parts  of the world where people cannot celebrate for they have no food, no water, no electricity, no homes and no lives… for many have died for a cause that has been created not by them as individuals but by those who are guided solely by their hankering for power and money, which are again human constructs. Beyond these constructs there is a reality that grows out of acceptance and love, the power that creates humanity, the Earth and the skies…

Exploring the world beyond these constructs are poems by Scott Thomas Outlar, Nusrat Jahan Esa and Shamik Banerjee, who spins out an aubade to Kanchenjunga extolling the magnificence of a construct that is beyond the human domain.  Michael Burch brings in the theme of evolution and adaptation — the survival of the fittest. We have colours of life woven into our issue with poetry from Ryan Quinn Flangan, Kirpal Singh, George Freek, Stuart McFarlane, Lisa Sultani, Jenny Middleton, Phil Wood, Kumar Bhatt, Snigdha Agrawal and more. Rhys Hughes adds a zest of humour as he continues to explore signs and names with poetry and, in his column, he has written to extoll the virtues of a writing desk!

Humour is brought into non-fiction by Devraj Singh Kalsi’s narrative about being haunted by an ancient British ghost in Kolkata! Suzanne Kamata adds to the lightness while dwelling on modelling for photographs in the Japanese way. Ravi Shankar plunges into the history of photography while musing on black and white photographs from the past.

Tagore again seeps into non-fiction with Professor Fakrul Alam and Asad Latif telling us what the visionary means to the Bengali psyche. Starting with precursors of Tagore, like Michael Madhusudan Dutt, and post-him, Sarojini Naidu, Mandal has shared an essay on Bengaliness in contemporary poetry written by those born to the culture. Jared Carter has given discussed ‘the lyric temper’ in poetry — a wonderful empathetic recap of what it takes to write poetry. Exploring perspectives of multiple greats, like Yeats, Keats, George Santyana, Fitzgerald, Carter states, “Genuine lyricism comes only after the self has been quieted.”

Sengupta has conversed with a dance choreographer, Sudershan Chakravorty, who has been composing to create an awareness about the dilemmas faced by migrants. An autobiographical narrative in Hindustani from Ilma Khan, translated by Janees, shows the resilience of the human spirit against oppressive social norms. Our fiction has stories from Lakshmi Kannan and Shevlin Sebastian urging us to take a relook at social norms that install biases and hatred, while Paul Mirabile journeys into the realm of fantasy with his strange story about a boy obsessed with pyromania.

We carry excerpts from journalistic books by Jessica Muddit, Once Around the Sun: From Cambodia to Tibet, and by Bhaskar Parichha, Biju Patnaik: The Rainmaker of Opposition Politics.  Parichha has also reviewed for us an interesting book by Akshaya Bahibala, called Bhang Journeys: Stories, Histories, Trips and Travels. Basudhara Roy has explored migrant poetry in Out of Sri Lanka: Tamil, Sinhala and English Poetry from Sri Lanka and its Diasporas, edited by Vidyan Ravinthiran, Seni Seneviratne, Shash Trevett. Meenakshi Malhotra has discussed the volume brought out by Radha Chakravarty on the legendary Mahasweta Devi — Mahasweta Devi: Writer, Activist, Visionary. Meenakshi concludes her review contending:

“It is an ironical reflection on our times that a prolific and much awarded Indian writer– perhaps deserving of the Nobel prize — should be excised from the university syllabus of a central university. This move has, perhaps paradoxically, elicited even more interest in Mahasweta Devi’s work and has also consolidated her reputation as a mascot, a symbol of resistance to state violence. A timely intervention, this volume proves yet again that a great writer, in responding to local, regional, environmental ethical concerns sensitively, transcends his/her immediate context to acquire global and universal significance.”

There is more content than I mention here. Do pause by our current issue to take a look.

I would hugely like to thank the Borderless team for their unceasing support, and especially Sohana Manzoor, also for her fantastic art. Heartfelt thanks to all our wonderful writers and our readers. We exist because you all are — ubuntu.

Hope you have a wonderful month. Here’s wishing you all wonderful new years and festivals in March-April — Easter, Eid and the new years that stretch across Asian cultures.

Looking forward and hoping for peace and goodwill.

Mitali Chakravarty

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Pochishe Boisakh: Rabindranath Tagore’s Birthday Poem

Pochishe Boisakh[1] was written by Tagore on 8th May 1922, and published in a collection called, Purabi [name of a raga] by the poet himself under the aegis of Vishwa Bharati.

Purabi by Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore(1861-1941)
Night gives way to dawn.
I bring to you
By hand,
The full saga of
My birth written
By the rays of
The morning sun.

A blood smeared sun rises out of the horizon.
Faint shadows of the woods play lonely notes of the Bhairavi.
Saal, palm and sisir trees murmur to
Break the silence of the outskirts.
On the dry fields, a blood-red path resembles
The forehead of a sanyasi* smeared with holy paste.

This day returns every year
In different guises on this earth —
Sometimes, filled with copper-coloured mangoes,
Or rustling with young palms,
Or, crackling with dry leaves in the mid-day sun,
Sometimes rushing to free itself
Like the clouds of the
Unshackled kalbaisakhi*.
And it comes to me
When I am alone,
Drunk with the northern breeze,
Hands me a gift —
A plate made of the blue sky
And then a zephyr filled cup of nectar.

This day has dawned today.
My heart beats rapidly
As if someone is blowing a conch resonating
With the susurration of infinite oceans.
Birth and death like
The skyline meet in the circle of life.
Today they come together.
A white radiance seems
To overflow with music from
The flute of Time, filling the emptiness.
Endless music irradiates
My soul singing from within.

Morning descends with a
Calm smile and
Whispers into my ears:
“I have come anew amidst many.
One day, you arrived
In this universe
Redolent with the perfume of fresh mallika blooms,
Amidst the breezy caresses of the chattim tree,
In the heart of darkness,
Under a steadfast, azure gaze.
I kiss the forehead
Of the new you.
I have come to awaken you
On this exciting day.

“Oh, newly fledged,
Let’s revisit the start of your life.
Today your existence is overwhelmed
With transient dusty correspondence.
Remember, O youth,
Your first birthday…
Unblemished —
Pure, like the first moments of your life;
Like the waves of the ocean, revive
Every second of
Your first day.

“Oh, newly fledged,
Arise, illumined
Out of the ashes of past.
Anew,
May you shine out of the mists
like a rising sun.
Holding the vernal flag,
Fill youthful moments with lush foliage —
In this way, newly fledged,
Pierce the emptiness, reveal yourself.
Revel in the exuberance of life,
Reveal the eternal wonders of the universe within your being.
The horizon reverberates with notes from the auspicious conch.”

In my heart,
Eternal new notes peal
On pochishe boisakh!

*Sanyasi- mendicant 
*Kalbaisakhi— nor’wester thunderstorms

In 1941, Tagore adapted the last part of the poem, changed a few words and made it into a song for his last birthday, acceding to the request of a birthday song to his family and friends. The song, ‘Hey Nutan’[2], has been translated by Aruna Chakravarti in her historical novel, Daughters of Jorasanko, as the last birthday song by Tagore. You can access the translation of the song and his last birthday celebrations depicted by Aruna Chakravarti by clicking here.

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The poem written in 1922 from Purabi, Vishwa Bharati
The last part of the poem from Purabi
The last birthday song (1941)
The last part of the longer poem written in 1922 was adapted into a song by Tagore, his last paean to his own birthday, few months before his death in 1941. The changes made to the words and phrases can be seen in the screenshots pasted above.

[1] Pochishe Boisakh is the 25th of Boisakh. Boisakh is the first month of the Bengali calendar coinciding with mid-April to mid-May. Tagore was born on 25th Boisakh, which is a date that shuttles between 7th to 9th May every year on the Gregorian calendar.

[2] Aruna Chakravarti translates this as ‘Oh ever new’. In the poem, it has been translated as ‘Oh newly fledged’. It is from that point that Tagore made the changes and converted the poem into a song. He changed a few words, a few lines, giving it a new life as a song.  

(This poem has been translated by Mitali Chakravarty with editorial input by Sohana Manzoor)

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