India battling COVID, death, oxygen shortage and above all gross misgovernance

As I sit writing, my concern of course focuses on our struggle with the deadly spread of COVID-19. But battling the virus is just one aspect of my concern. The other is, perhaps, more vital, is poor or zero governance! Where is that basic oxygen supply to the hundreds of patients! An interrupted to nil supply of oxygen is killing the patients!

This is the harsh and stark reality of the times we live in, where our fellow citizens are dying because there is no regular supply of oxygen to keep them alive and breathing! Mind you, this tragedy is taking place today, in this day and age, in these 'developed' times!

How would one describe these deaths of the patients left gasping, collapsing and dying? How would one describe the failed system? How would one describe the political rot that’s set in? How would one remain patient and calm seeing so many deaths, taking place inside and outside the hospitals? And we know, all these deaths could have been prevented if only we had focused on our people and their life and well- being, and not on the elections and election rallies and the hollow speeches heaped on the naïve masses by the ruthless rulers of the day!

Satyajit Ray's upcoming birth anniversary:

As the iconic filmmaker Satyajit Ray’s hundredth birth anniversary approaches, it's rather unfortunate that there’s been little focus on his personal life.

This filmmaker was born on May 2, 1921 and passed away on April 23, 1992, in Kolkata. He was a genius, mastering the various arts, a director of international repute and then, to top it all, he had those handsome looks, that rich booming voice, that classy sophistication that rather too automatically kept him apart, much above from the rest of his tribe .

Then, why is it that there haven’t been any detailed write-ups about his personal life? This could be because his name was never really linked with any woman he’d worked with .Most knew that he was a happily married man. Bijoya was not just his wife but also his first cousin (maternal uncle’s daughter ) and they’d been very close, more like companions or best friends right from childhood.

Satyajit was barely two years old when his father died. So his mother had decided to live with her brother’s family… And Bijoya and he clicked, for she was artistic, keenly interested in music and films. In fact, she herself had a brief spell in Hindi films in Bombay but had quit acting after marriage and kept helping him all through. It was Bijoya, in fact, who discovered Subir Banerjee for the role of Apu, literally the boy next door. A few know that she had even pawned her jewellery to help her husband complete his first film.

In fact, in Satyajit Ray’s own words, in his biography (Marie Seton) he talks of Bijoya – “She always is the first person to read my script. Her comments are often pertinent and sometimes ruthless. She always has very instinctive reactions, feminine reactions to certain things, which I find very useful. And I almost always incorporate.”

What did Bijoya have to say about her husband Satyajit Ray (from Andrew Robinson’s biography), "What I admire about Manik (as Ray was called ) is his simplicity, his honesty, his generosity, his kindness and above all his ability to mix with people from all walks. He is at home with everybody. This is the hallmark of all great men.”

And in another biography on Ray - titled : The World of Satyajit Ray, the writer, veteran journalist Bidyut Sarkar also dwells on his association with Ray. To quote him - “In 1958 , when I was in New York, I got the news that Ray was planning to visit New York on the occasion of the general release of Pather Panchali. I wrote to him, inviting him to stay with me. I could feel that as man of domestic habits he would not be comfortable in the impersonal hotels, and he wrote back accepting my offer. Whilst he was there, I’d see him sitting and looking at the gorgeous view of the Central Park facing his room and the apartment, but it seemed as though the Park seemed to magically vanish from his horizon when he would look out and conjure up in sketches the sequences and striking settings of his next film set in Bengal.”

On why Bidyut Sarkar decided to do this biography on Ray he had told me, “I had been keeping notes on Ray for years but the idea to write this book came up much later. In fact, I got the inspiration when Ray told his biographer Andrew Robinson to learn Bengali. That struck me since I had the advantage of knowing Bengali.”

Sarkar had also detailed the lesser known aspects of Ray,“ Only two women appeared to have influenced him - his mother and his wife. His mother, a remarkable woman who was widowed early in life, played a key role in Ray’s growth. Bijoya, his wife, took over the role so far as Ray’s artistic development was concerned.”

Even in his leading actresses, Ray never looked for dolled-up glamour but for the intelligent beauty. Madhabi Mukherjee, Sharmila Tagore, and in his last three films, Mamata Shankar, best fitted that description.

In fact, Ray’s biographer Andrew Robinson throws more light on the pains Ray took to project the actress Madhabi Mukherjee, as aesthetically as possible in Charulata. To quote, “Madhabi had bad teeth, as she was addicted to eating ‘pan ‘ ( just as Charulata) which destroys the gums over a long enough period , as well as staining the teeth black…I had to photograph her very carefully, not to show that side of her” recalls Ray , “its the lower set that are bad. I had to put the camera at low angle, so that even when she spoke, the lower set of teeth wouldn’t show. I suggested taking out her teeth but her mother objected, it was too early for that. But I knew the camera would manage that. Madhabi accepted that.”

Says Sarkar, whose book focuses on among other aspects on Ray’s early childhood - “ Ray was shy as a boy, particularly in nervous situations. Once he was petrified on seeing a train compartment full of English men and women . He quietly sat down on the floor, realizing that even if they had offered him a seat he could not have conversed in their language . But lack of self -confidence did not hold him back in life . In fact, it seems to have made him more resolute in applying himself to the challenges and overcoming his sense of diffidence .”

Sarkar also writes on Ray’s love for music. To quote Ray himself –“ Music has been my first love for many, many years. I used to play the gramophone regularly . Once there was a knock on the door and when I opened it there was an embarrassed looking GI ( U.S . army man ) standing outside who said that it was such an unexpected sound coming from a Bengali house. It was Beethoven’s Ninth, I think …” ( His home in Ballygunge was close to the wartime military hutments that had come up there).

And Sarkar also mentions that Ray was a total teetotaller! “In fact, Ray was a man of very simple habits …only once I was put in a situation of embarrassment with him. I had written a cover story on Ray for the Gentleman magazine . In Bombay, the stereotype editorial picture of a cosmopolitan man, suave and sophisticated, led to Ray’s identification in the introduction ( though not in my main article ) as -‘a connoisseur of fine food and wines’ He said I’d made a closest drinker of him. and his friends were joking about it .Of course, I knew he did not touch the stuff . In New York whilst I served duty free liquor to friends visiting him, Ray would have soft drinks. Nor was he demanding about food. He liked simple meals and fruits ….Fortunately that particular magazine - Gentleman magazine - had in the next issue published his rejoinder -that his eating and drinking habits probably made him only ‘half a gentleman !’ but there it was …”

Sarkar went on to say, "That was Satyajit Ray. He was man not led into temptations or compromises of any kind .”

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