I was saddened to hear of the demise of my distant uncle, renowned Bengali writer Nabarun Bhattacharya. Im not going to pretend to be an expert on his work or a very close relative. And I came back to India at an age too late to get my Bengali up to a mark respectable enough to escape its fate as the laughing stock of the family. I would, nevertheless like to share one small memory that has never left me. One I encountered at one of those huge family gatherings (where I wasnt even sure how everyone was related to me or vice versa). N.B. : So you want to be a musician I hear? Me: (all of 15 and raring to go) Yessir! N.B. : Whatre you doing about about it? Me: Well sir Ive been taking piano lessons for a while now and I think Im getting a band together. I think Ill move soon to study music... N.B. : Pfff.... He interrupted me. Piano lessons, Study, Ok. A band huh? Get two trucks together. Me: What? N.B. You say you have a band? Get two trucks together. And get them back-to-back in the middle of the street. You want to be a musician? All you need is a stage. Then play. I thought he was being rather mad. And today after all those piano lessons and music-degrees and stuff, I hope ill have the balls to get those two trucks together someday. My deepest respects and condolences to the family. My apologies if this post was inappropriate in any way.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 21:52:37 +0000
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