The 바카라�Normal바카라� Lens

Satyajit Ray was born on May 2, 1921 to a family of extraordinary talent. His grandfather ­Upendrakishore Ray Chowdhury was a legendary children바카라�s author, painter and musician. ­Upendrakishore바카라�s eldest brother Saradaranjan Ray was an eminent academician and was known as 바카라�W.G. Grace of Bengal바카라� for his role in popularising cricket in the province (and his WG-esque flowing beard). Youngest brother Kuladaranjan was the first to translate Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Jules Verne into Bengali.

Satyajit Ray바카라�s father Sukumar was perhaps the greatest Bengali children바카라�s author ever, his poems and tales of whimsy and fantasy quite unmatched in the annals of Indian literature. Several of Satyajit바카라�s aunts and woman cousins were literary ­luminaries. Upendrakishore, Sukumar and Satyajit are possibly the largest selling Bengali children바카라�s authors of all time. There is hardly a Bengali child who can read the script whose first books do not include Upendraishore바카라�s fairy tales, who doesn바카라�t then graduate to Sukumar and subsequently to Satyajit바카라�s ­stories of the eerie, the supernatural, the dignity of the meek, detective Feluda and scientist Professor Shonku.

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Sukumar passed away when he was only 35, with Satyajit two years old. The young Satyajit바카라�or Manik (gem)바카라�seems to have been a solitary child, though adored by his uncles, aunts and elder cousins. But an aspect of Satyajit that has rarely, if ever, been noticed, is that in all the stories he wrote바카라�whether for print or films바카라�there is not a single child (and his stories and films very often featured children) who is not an only child; none of them have siblings. And all of them are marked by a lively curiosity and active imagination. This can only be explained by Satyajit바카라�s own childhood experiences.

When he was seven, Manik travelled with his mother to Shantiniketan and met Rabindranath Tagore, who had been a close friend of both his grandfather and father. In the boy바카라�s autograph book, Tagore wrote an eight-line poem바카라�now quite familiar to Bengalis, though few may be aware of the Satyajit connection. 바카라�Let him keep this. When he바카라�s a little older, he바카라�ll understand it,바카라� Tagore told Manik바카라�s mother. The poem says Tagore had travelled the world at great expense and seen every country, the greatest mountains and the vastest oceans, but he had failed to see the world outside his own door: a single drop of dew on a stalk of rice바카라�바카라�a drop that reflects in its convexity the whole universe around it,바카라� as Ray later commented. This thought would form the essence of Ray바카라�s cinematic thinking바카라�the sighting of the universal in the smallest of objects or gestures, or simply the play of light and shadow.

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바카라�What is wrong with Indian films?바카라�

Ray told his biographer Marie Seton (Portrait of a Director) that he spent hours as a little boy investigating the mysteries of light. 바카라�There was an intriguing hole in the street door of his uncle바카라�s house. Manik would stand in front of this with a piece of broken frosted glass in his hand to catch the reflection of people moving outside on the street. The shaft of light coming through the hole worked like a box camera. Years later, he told his photographer friend A. Huq that the images impressed him more when there were sounds with the images. Thus, he was dimly aware of audio-visual effects at a very early age.바카라�

Sukumar had wanted his son to study at Tagore바카라�s university. Satyajit, however, had grown up, by his own admission, largely on a diet of light English ­fiction, and uninterested in Indian art and literature. But after graduating from college, he bowed to his mother바카라�s wish and enrolled in Kala Bhavan in Shantiniketan for a four-year course in art. He quit after two and a half years, because he 바카라�just felt that I had learnt all that was there to learn바카라�, but his time at Shantiniketan and class trips to the great art centres of India like Ajanta, Ellora and Konark would have a deep influence on him. 바카라�At last I was beginning to find myself and my roots.바카라�

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He got a job at the advertising agency D.J. Keymer, where he met D.K. Gupta, a manager there who had launched the publishing venture Signet Press. Apart from his day job, Satyajit started doing cover designs and illustrations for Signet바카라�s books. Today, we can safely divide the history of Indian book ­des­ign into two phases바카라�pre-Ray and post-Ray. Renouncing the clean formality of British cover design and illustrations, Satyajit practically ­invented book design as an art form in India.

Meanwhile, his interest in cinema was deepening. Along with friends, in 1947, he set up the Calcutta Film Society. Two turning points in his cinematic journey were approaching바카라�Jean Renoir바카라�s visit to Calcutta to shoot The River, and his four-and-half-month stint in London in 1950, where he watched 99 films (he kept a list), including Vittorio De Sica바카라�s Bicycle Thieves.

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바카라�What is wrong with Indian films?바카라� is the title of Ray바카라�s first published article on cinema, in The Statesman in 1948. 바카라�The raw material of cinema is life itself,바카라� he wrote. 바카라�It is incredible that a country that has inspired so much painting and music and poetry should fail to move the filmmaker. He has only to keep his eyes open, and his ears. Let him do so.바카라� Two years later, in London, Bicycle Thieves, which he watched more than a dozen times, would be a revelation: cinema could represent life in all its nobility and nuances, turn the ephemeral into the eternal, and find startling truths in the apparently irrelevant. And all this did not depend on budgets or quality of equipment.

Bicycle Thieves seemed to validate what he had been thinking and what he had gleaned from Renoir. Through his filmmaking career, Ray would adhere to some tenets that he had learnt from Renoir. For instance, 바카라�You don바카라�t have to have too many elements in a film, but whatever you do, must be the right elements, the expressive elements.바카라� And 바카라�one quality to be found in a great work of cinema is the revelation of large truths through small details.바카라� (This is an echo of Tagore바카라�s little poem.)

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All this also heightened Ray바카라�s frustration with Indian films. In a March 1952 article, he wrote: 바카라�In the 30 years of its existence, the Bengali film on a whole has not progressed one step towards maturity.바카라� There is no dir­ector in Bengal whose work even momentarily suggests a total grasp of the film medium in its dramatic, plastic and literary aspects.바카라�

Things were about to change. Ray had written the screenplay of Pather Panchali (The Song of the Road, 1955), which would be his first film, on the ship home from Britain two years ago.

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Apu바카라�s Revolution

It is difficult to imagine today how revolutionary Pather Panchali was as an Indian film. Wrote Sham Lal, legendary editor of The Times of India, in his paper (under the pen-name Adib), after watching it in a morning show in Bombay: 바카라�It is absurd to compare it with any other Indian picture바카라�for even the best of the pictures produced so far have been cluttered with clichés. Pather Panchali is pure cinema.바카라� (Ray) composes his shots with a virtuosity he shares with only a few directors in the entire history of cinema바카라� The secret of his power lies in the facility with which he penetrates beneath the skin of his characters, and fixes what is in their mind and in their hearts바카라�in the look of the eyes, the trembling of the fingers, the shadows that descend on their faces.바카라�

For director Adoor Gopalakrishnan, writing in 1998, 바카라�(Pather Panchali marked) the beginning of the true Indian cinema바카라�a beginning for all of us. It was not only a total negation of the ­soulless and superficial all-India cinema ­indifferent to real people and issues, but also an affirmation of the emergence of the first ­consummate artist on the subcontinent바카라�s ­motion picture scene. So, for all of us바카라�in the ­beginning there was바카라�Pather Panchali.바카라�

The film was contracted to run for six weeks in a Calcutta theatre chain. It was taken off when the contractual period ended, even though it was running to full houses, because the chain had been booked months ago to ­release ­renowned South Indian producer-­director S.S. Vasan바카라�s Insaaniyat, starring Dilip Kumar and Dev Anand. The day after Pather Panchali was taken off, Ray was woken up by an early-­morning visitor. It was Vasan. Vasan told Ray that he had watched Pather Panchali the night before and 바카라�If I had known that this was the film Insaaniyat was going to replace, I would have certainly withheld its release. You have made a great film, sir.바카라�

It may seem rather strange that Martin Scorcese, a director apparently near-antipodal to Ray in style and choice of topic, led the ­campaign for an honorary Oscar for Ray, which he received in 1992. But is it really so? Scorcese recalled: 바카라�I was 18 or 19 years old (when I watched Pather Panchali for the first time) and had grown up in a very parochial society of Italian-Americans, and yet I was deeply moved by what Ray showed of people so far from my experience. I was moved by how their society and their way of life echoed the same chords in all of us.바카라� And it can be argued that Scorcese바카라�s 바카라�uncharacteristic바카라� films like The Age of Innocence and Hugo carry Ray바카라�s influence, with access to a level of funds and technology that Ray could not have dreamed of.

The World of Bengal

바카라�My films are all concerned with the new versus the old,바카라� Ray once explained. They can also be seen as a history of Bengal바카라�and India바카라�through carefully crafted snapshots. Jalsaghar  (The Music Room, 1958) looks at the crumbling feudal order, as a cash-strapped zamindar plans a last great musical soiree to establish his superiority over his nouveau riche neighbour. In Devi (The Goddess, 1960), a powerful condemnation of religious superstition, a zamindar has a dream that convinces him that his daughter-in-law is an incarnation of Durga, leading to terrible consequences. In Kanchenjungha (1962), an arrogant brown sahib is given a lesson in ­humility when he realises that his writ no longer runs in newly awakened India.

Mahanagar (The Big City, 1963) charts the rise of the Indian woman, as Arati takes on bread-earner responsibility for her family after her husband loses his job. Ashani Sanket (Distant Thunder, 1973), set during the Bengal famine of 1943, examines how blindly accepted social structures like caste ­disintegrate in the face of hunger.  

Apu, born in a small village in an indigent Brahmin family, is tied down by economic and social circumstances, which however cannot tether his mind or spirit. In Pather Panchali, he is the curious child soaking in the life around him바카라�a life stained by ­tragedies over which no one has any control. In Aparajito (The Unvanquished, 1956), his ambition to be a part of the wider world ­collides with his mother바카라�s desire and need to keep her beloved son close to her바카라�an issue that teenagers have faced across the world and from time immemorial.

In the final film of the trilogy, Apur Sansar (The World of Apu, 1959), we see the achingly beautiful love story of Apu and his wife Aparna, are devastated at Aparna바카라�s death in childbirth, and want to cheer with abandon when Apu, who had spent years blaming his son Kajal for Aparna바카라�s death, walks into the sunset (technically, sunrise) with little Kajal on his shoulders. As a work of pure humane communication that rises above linguistic, ­racial, geographical barriers, the Apu trilogy is unlikely to be surpassed.

But do the young men in the films Ray made in the 1970s on contemporary themes바카라�after long being accused of 바카라�living in an ivory tower바카라�바카라�represent Apu-figures in a different time and context?

In Pratidwandi (The Adversary, 1970), the sensitive and imaginative Siddhartha (just as Apu was) hunts for a job, and feels ­increasingly impotent in a teetering world of clashing attitudes and ideologies. Ashim in the underrated Aranyer Dinratri (Days and Nights in the Forest, 1970) and Shyamalendu in Seemabaddha (Company Limited, 1971) are possibly what Siddhartha would have become if he did not speak his mind in job interviews. They are successful executives. But Ashim wonders whether the more he rises, the more he actually falls. And Shyamalendu jettisons all his principles in his fight for a seat on his company바카라�s board.

The man who sinks to the most squalid depths is Somnath in Jana Aranya (The Middleman, 1975). Unable to find a job, he ­enters the dark world of 바카라�order supply바카라� and can clinch a lucrative order only if he supplies the decision-maker with a woman. He ends up sending his best friend바카라�s sister into the ­businessman바카라�s hotel room. The Middleman was released at the height of the Emergency imposed by Indira Gandhi, when all the dreams of independent India seemed to have been shattered. Somnath바카라�s father, who had ­believed in the dreams, is a confused, poignant and anachronistic figure.

The Middleman also marks the beginning of a dark phase in Ray바카라�s cinema that would last till the end of his life. Till The Middleman, Ray바카라�s films had the distinctive quality of not passing judgement on people. His most ­famous quote, after all, is 바카라�Villains bore me.바카라� As Amartya Sen wrote, 바카라�In Ray바카라�s films, villains are remarkably rare, almost absent. When ­terrible things happen, there may be nobody clearly responsible. And even when someone is clearly responsible, as Dayamoyee바카라�s ­father-in-law most definitely is responsible for her predicament, and ultimately for her suicide in Devi, he too is a victim, and by no means ­devoid of humane features바카라� Ray chooses to convey something of the ­complexity of social situations that makes such tragedies hard to avoid, rather than to supply easy explanations in the greed, the ­cupidity and the cruelty of 바카라�bad바카라� people.바카라�

But this empathetic humanism would ­eventually disappear from Ray바카라�s films.

The Women

Satyajit Ray believed women were brighter than men. He told biographer Andrew Robinson (The Inner Eye) that he thought so because women found themselves to be physically weaker than men, and developed an ­intelligence and perceptual abilities keener than men. And the sensitivity that Ray brought to his portrayal of women characters is rare.

Charulata (1964) was Ray바카라�s personal favourite among all his films. While Madhabi Mukherjee is magnificent as Charu, her performance is illuminated every moment she is on screen by Ray바카라�s camera, which seems to know the ­tiniest changes in her thoughts and moods as reflected in her face. Men cannot help but fall in love with her.

Karuna in Kapurush (The Coward, 1965) is far more courageous and knows her mind far better than her lover Amitabha, the 바카라�coward바카라� of the film바카라�s title. In Nayak (The Hero, 1966) and Seemabaddha, the women played by Sharmila Tagore are the voice of honesty and inalienable values. But the two most interesting women characters in Ray바카라�s world are Arati in Mahanagar and Aparna in Aranyer Dinratri. Circumstances force Arati to go out into the world and earn, working as a door-to-door salesperson. Initially diffident, she grows in confidence and moors her family with a calm resolve. She quits her job over racially motivated injustice done to an Anglo-Indian colleague. A paean to womanhood, Mahanagar is certainly one of Ray바카라�s best films.

If Arati represents the strength of the ­female force, Aparna is the feminine ­mystique. 바카라�I can바카라�t figure you out,바카라� Ashim tells her. 바카라�Is that necessary?바카라� she asks. Later, she tells Ashim: 바카라�When I saw you for the first time, I thought it would be fun to shake this man바카라�s confidence.바카라� 바카라�You have shaken it,바카라� he admits. 바카라�You haven바카라�t experienced any great sorrow in your life, have you?바카라� asks Aparna. As a child, she has seen her mother burning to death, she has ­endured her brother바카라�s suicide; she is more compassionate, insightful and centred than the materially successful Ashim, whose ­persona is ultimately fragile. The film ends with Ashim deeply in love with her, but she promises him nothing. Ashim, who has been accustomed to getting whatever he wanted, must grow to be worthy of her.

Crisis in Civilisation

The last decade of Ray바카라�s life (he passed away in 1992) sees an angrier and ­increasingly bitter creator. The man who had had contempt for stereotypes and dogma (바카라�I commit myself to human beings, and that is good enough for me바카라�) seems to vanish. The films become wordy and didactic, and yes, there are villains.

Ghare Baire (The Home and the World, 1984) is a visual feast, with its ­marvellous period sets, brilliant ­cinematography and use of colours. Yet the characters lack depth. Soumitra Chatterjee is made to play Sandip as a straightforward bad guy, with his eyes expressionless except for the occasional ­sinister gleam. One can almost see a dark cloud of Ray바카라�s disapproval ­hanging over his head every time he appears on screen. And the man who made Charulata fails to evoke much sympathy for the principal woman character Bimala.

This was followed by Ganashatru (Enemy of the People, 1989) based on a Henrik Ibsen play. Here, Ray attacks religious ­fundamentalism, certainly a just cause, but again, one can spot the villains from a mile away, and they have no redeeming qualities. The set designs are reminiscent of 1970s Doordarshan plays, the lighting flat and the camera never moves an inch.

Shakha Prashakha (Branches of a Tree, 1990) suffers from the same atrophy. The worn-out trope of the brain-damaged ­innocent as the voice of conscience is ­trotted out. The issue this time is growing dishonesty in society, though for Ray, this seems to begin and end at, one, all ­businessmen are corrupt, and two, one should not avoid paying income tax. Dialogues like 바카라�It바카라�s difficult to find a genuine human being in today바카라�s world바카라� jar to the bone. And, incredibly enough, while the central figure (the 바카라�tree바카라� of the title) is a paragon of honesty who has built a thriving township around mica mining, no one seems to have informed Ray that mining of mica had been banned by the Indian ­government a decade ago.

We will never know how much of the poor quality of these films is due to Ray바카라�s ­ill-health바카라�he had two heart attacks in the early 1980s and never recovered fully.

Thankfully, Ray바카라�s last film, Agantuk (The Stranger, 1991), released a few months before his death, is not an embarrassment, though it remains cinematically slipshod (a Santhal dance, shot so mellifluously in Aranyer Dinratri, is filmed now with staggering lack of imagination and camera movement). In Agantuk, Ray questions the very concept of civilisation as we know it. His alter ego, played by Utpal Dutt, avers that the so-called primitive tribes were far more civilised than we are. A safari-suited villain is supplied, with distr­essingly cliched arguments. The lifelong hum­anist appears to have lost faith in humanity.

Yet, Agantuk does touch some chords. And a hilarious scene with an elderly deaf lawyer is wonderful assurance that Ray had not lost his acute sense of humour, absent from his films for more than a decade.

The film inevitably invites association with 바카라�Crisis in Civilisation 바카라�, the last essay that Tagore wrote, two months before his passing in 1941, as he confronted the horrors of the Second World War and what he saw as a ­decline in Indian values. 바카라�As I look around, I see the crumbling ruins of a proud civilisation strewn like a vast heap of futility,바카라� he wrote. It was a cry of anguish and despair. But in the very next sentence, he says: 바카라�And yet, I will not commit the grievous sin of losing faith in Man.바카라� Agantuk, too, ends on an optimistic note, as the 바카라�stranger바카라�s바카라� suspicious relatives redeem themselves and the little boy vows never to be 바카라�a frog in the well바카라�.

So how does one really evaluate Satyajit Ray? Perhaps Pauline Kael, arguably the ­finest film critic of the 20th century, said it for all of us: 바카라�Ray바카라�s films can give rise to a more complex feeling of happiness in me than the work of any other director.바카라� That is infinitely more than most artists can achieve, or even hope to achieve. That, in itself, is enough. 

(Views are personal.)

Sandipan Deb former Managing Editor of Outlook, was Editor of Financial Express, and Founder-Editor of Open and Outlook Money magazines.