Bitan Chakraborty바카라s first novella, Redundant, is written with the hope of an egalitarian society. His protagonists are regular people we may meet as pedestrians on sidewalks or co-passengers in a crowded local train. Redundant is a lesson in empathy. It offers a reflective pause to check our privilege. The novella is a telling commentary on the ever-evolving socio-cultural space of a metropolis. The city looms large on characters who battle to earn a decent living. Malati Mukherjee바카라s English rendition is lucid and jargon-free. It keeps the flavour of the original by retaining a few Bangla words. And yet, not a word juts out, and not one phrase disrupts the meaning or flow of the narrative. Mukherjee chose to translate Redundant because this story, told in any language, would not change the emotions it evokes or the universality of issues it touches upon. Despite cultural alienation, it is relatable because it represents the common man who is aware of the pitfalls of a failed career.
Redundant etches a dwindling friendship between Kanak and Subho. After enrolling in a fashion designing course, Kanak becomes a salesperson at a garment shop. Subho sells lottery tickets and toiletries to stay afloat. Both came to Kolkata from the suburbs and are sharing a room in a hostel. They are occupied throughout the day, wondering and planning how to meet daily sales targets. Despite being enraged about something else at home, Subho gets a glimpse of Kanak바카라s mind space, stress, and frustration about work: And why shouldn바카라t he be angry! Madhumita has again been awarded Employee of the Month! Although her sales were definitely not the highest! Why? Because apparently, even if she is slightly short on sales, she is foremost in her customer dealings, product knowledge, visibility, etc. So on average she still turns out the best. This was never the case earlier바카라now, apparently, the Product Manager at the Head Office has announced this new rule across West Bengal. It appears that product visibility here is abysmal, and customer feedback is not as good as expected. So, Kanak couldn바카라t make it this month either. And yet, he바카라s the only one who gives her a run for her money바카라daily.
In a capitalist-competitive world order where one struggles for a square meal, one loses either companionship or their sense of moral judgement. Sometimes, both. Chakraborty, within the limited scope of a novella, explores both, alongside other issues. In his representation of a single person바카라s failure to withstand the city바카라s demands, he makes a case for ordinary Indians바카라 right to equality and better quality of life.
Kanak바카라s shift in career and Subho바카라s unending job search while managing two businesses are an exposition of India바카라s increased rate of unemployment and underemployment. Their realities remind us of Prime Minister Narendra Modi바카라s 2018 rhetoric when he claimed selling pakodas is employment enough, followed by Amit Shah바카라s debut parliamentary speech where he reinforced the same. Back in 2015, Chief Minister of West Bengal, Mamata Bannerjee, remarked that roadside telebhaja (oil fried snacks) or sweet shops are promising ventures to beat unemployment. Such rhetoric does not restore dignity to all forms of labour, but rather baffles the youth about self-employment. Moreover, it reflects the reality of unemployment India faced even before the pandemic. Underemployment is no hopeful turn. It does not significantly improve one바카라s quality of life, but often results in emotional distress, mental trauma, and frustration. In a country where manual labour is often used as an expletive, one finds no dignity in unskilled labour.
Midway into the narrative, Subho loses lottery tickets worth Rs 400. He follows Lalu, who he suspects stole them, but becomes overwhelmed with guilt and grief on learning that Lalu is under heavy debt. The lottery tickets are symbolic of hope바카라when everything else fails, one hopes winning a lottery will return their lost agency. Consequently, stealing lottery tickets signifies extreme financial distress and despair. Subho feels 바카라pity바카라 for Lalu, and in his 바카라compassion바카라 lies the possibility of a hopeful and empathetic future. Subho senses Lalu바카라s alienation and describes him as a person 바카라who has lost everything; perhaps he has no one to call his own. When someone drowns, all that remains is a story around him. No one thinks it necessary to check the veracity of that story.바카라 And, not far from here in the narrative, Subho feels similar hopelessness and dejection. Unable to compensate for the lost tickets and his monthly rent, Subho begins to skip meals and is soon evicted from the hostel.
Simultaneously, Kanak바카라s failure to secure a job for Subho in his showroom strains their relationship to the extent that they stop speaking during their nights together. Subho바카라s eviction, his isolation, and deteriorating quality of life drive him to attempt suicide. Kanak finds him in a pool of blood and panics, but Subho calmly says, 바카라I am not trying to kill myself. Just cutting off my right hand,바카라 and explains that in a few years, no one in this country will have a right hand. "Don바카라t you remember we studied in Biological Sciences that the unused organ stops functioning and becomes redundant? It will be the same for all of us. And I am the first representative of that new, hand-less species," he says.
It is from this act that the original gets its title, and the translation, its cover image바카라haat kata (handless, or severed hand). Cutting off one바카라s right hand or making their limb redundant is symbolic of rendering the self-purposeless. Subho, in utter depression, believes he is of no use to his family and society. While achieving a Sisyphean feat of meeting 바카라ridiculous sales targets바카라 daily, he performs useless chores and is involved in work that offers no delight or creative fulfilment.
Though Subho is rushed to the hospital in time and brought back to fight the city another day, we must acknowledge that homelessness is a threat to dignity and safety. That Subho finds himself irrelevant, conflicts with his willingness to constantly prove otherwise. He feels relegated and socially othered due to his financially disadvantaged position. Subho is anxious that the city will reject him if he under-performs. He is discouraged when his fear turns into reality, and his personal sufferings belittled amidst the city바카라s vastness. His eviction becomes inevitable despite his innumerable attempts to make a mark in the city. This inability to belong, to find a place to call home, breaks his heart. For Subho, being evicted amidst a job search means returning home defeated and empty-handed. While writing a story on grief and human suffering, one often runs the risk of generalising. But the story of Subho바카라s resilience to survive the city is noted and translated with care and sensitivity.
Needless to say, the city of Kolkata is a character in the novella. In fact, the book is a tribute to the city. The narrative draws from Kolkata바카라s regular evening office crowds and hubbub of Durga Puja festivity. And yet lurking in corners are characters and emotions that offer varied shades and a competitive environment바카라all true to mega-cities. I personally visualise Kolkata as a warm old grandmother who opens her arms to outsiders. But the local population, in the name of preserving the city's sanctity and cultural space, curse the outsiders. Kanak speaks disdainfully of his Marwari customers and Yadav-da, a roadside tea-stall owner originally from UP바카라바카라were these people from UP going to take over Kolkata?바카라10 years from now, Kolkata will not be a city of Bengalis anymore. It will become a part of UP and Bihar!바카라 On the other hand, Yadav-da has picked up Bangla to mingle better with local customers. Within the compact space of a novella, Chakraborty beautifully presents this existing conflict between Bengalis and non-Bengalis.
Moreover, Bengal바카라s long-term political language features in Chakraborty바카라s preoccupation with class identity politics. Most characters lack surnames, but in their mononymous depiction is an erasure of caste identity, true to communist Bengal바카라s political consciousness. Or as Professor Sekhar Bandopadhyay puts it in his essay, Partition and the Ruptures in Dalit Identity Politics in Bengal, that though upper-caste Hindus dominated every aspect of Bengali public life, caste remained a discreet marker of inequality and social hierarchy and was readily nullified as an identity marker in electoral politics and political narratives. While Redundant is a keen representation of Kolkata and its common way of life, it is also a sincere portrayal of mental health issues stemming from traumatic life events.
(Shamayita Sen is a Delhi-based poet, PhD research scholar, author of For the Hope of Spring바카라hybrid poems, and editor of Collegiality and Other Ballads바카라feminist poems by male and non-binary allies. She can be reached at shamayita.sen@gmail.com. Views expressed in this article are personal.)
