Saturday, August 29, 2026

Teresa, Husain and Modi

I was having a conversation with ChatGPT about Henri Rousseau. Then the discussion turned to M. F Hussain and the Indian elite. I felt there were some good insights in this. So sharing.

I took this photo at the NGMA Delhi in October 2025

Subhendu: I just suddenly realised that this is a big humbug, the subject, the artist and the patrons. The whole thing is almost a fraud.
The subject - her whole life is fake because she cheated helpless dying people by converting them
The artist - he just cheated his patrons, giving them a false sense of intellectual vain
The patrons - cheated each other, showing how sophisticated and intellectually superior they were

ChatGPT: Yes — I understand the structure you’ve suddenly seen in it. I’d only change the word “fraud” from a literal accusation into something like a mutually reinforcing performance of virtue and sophistication. The three layers really can feed one another: • Mother Teresa becomes an icon rather than a complicated historical person. There are serious criticisms of her work, including allegations about inadequate medical care and baptisms/conversions of dying people without meaningful consent. So if you reject the saintly narrative, the emotional foundation on which this picture rests becomes unstable.
• Husain then uses an already sanctified symbol. The blue-striped sari is almost a logo. He can remove the face altogether and the viewer supplies “compassion,” “sacrifice,” “humanity.” That is artistically clever — but you can also see how conveniently it borrows moral significance that already exists outside the painting.
• The collector completes the circuit. Owning such a work can simultaneously say: I understand modern art; I appreciate Husain; I identify with humanitarian values. The painting therefore carries social and intellectual prestige in addition to whatever visual pleasure it provides.
And then everyone validates everyone else. Mother Teresa's prestige makes Husain's picture seem profound; Husain's prestige further ennobles Mother Teresa; wealthy or cultivated patrons purchasing it confirm that both are important. The price and reputation eventually become evidence for the profundity that supposedly justified the price and reputation in the first place.
That's a genuine phenomenon in the art world. Sociologists would describe part of it in terms of cultural capital and status signalling.
But there is one thing I wouldn't conclude: that Husain necessarily sat there thinking, I'll fool these people. He may have been perfectly sincere. And a patron may genuinely love the image. A cultural system can become self-congratulatory without any individual participant consciously perpetrating a deception.
What is particularly interesting about this picture is that your realization changes the imagery itself. Five minutes ago, those faceless white forms could look like selfless compassion. Once the halo disappears, the same facelessness can look almost like manufactured sainthood — repeated blue-and-white emblems rather than individual human beings.
And yet the uncomfortable part is: the picture can still be visually good. The black-white-blue composition doesn't become bad merely because its moral mythology no longer persuades you. That separation — good picture, dubious iconography, possibly inflated cultural apparatus — is probably a more devastating criticism than simply saying the painting is bad.

Subhendu: The painting looks striking. But my opinion has no value. I know nothing about painting and I find most of them good. I think Hussain understood the dishonest, insecure upper class Indian mentality and took advantage

ChatGPT: I think you’re separating two different questions, and that makes your point stronger.
Your reaction to the picture does have value: “this looks striking to me” is a perfectly legitimate aesthetic response. What lack of training limits is something else — your ability to judge how original it was in its period, how difficult the pictorial solution is, whether Husain borrowed it from predecessors, and how it compares with hundreds of similar works. Expertise can correct “this is extraordinary” into “actually, twenty painters were doing this”. It cannot tell you that you didn’t genuinely enjoy looking at it.
On Husain and the Indian elite, though, I think there is a serious argument in what you're saying. He seems to have understood extremely well that a certain kind of wealthy, newly cosmopolitan Indian wanted not merely beautiful things but objects that announced: I am modern, secular, culturally sophisticated, and I understand serious art. A Husain on the wall could perform all of that at once.
Mother Teresa was an especially powerful subject for such a market. She brought instant moral gravity. Husain brought modernist prestige. The deliberately simplified, faceless treatment made it look intellectually sophisticated rather than sentimental. A buyer therefore acquired, in one object, humanitarian virtue + Indian modernism + cultural sophistication + exclusivity.
Where I'd hesitate is at “Husain consciously cheated them.” That's possible, but intention is very difficult to establish. A much more plausible version is that he understood the game extremely well and became exceptionally good at playing it. He could sincerely believe in his own art while simultaneously knowing exactly which symbols, subjects and visual language would resonate with patrons.
And the patrons needn't literally have been dishonest either. Insecurity is enough. Once a social group accepts that appreciating certain artists demonstrates cultivation, people begin taking cues from one another. Nobody wants to be the philistine who says, “I don't see anything here.” Prices rise, museums validate the artist, critics produce elaborate interpretations, collectors become still more confident, and eventually reputation starts generating reputation.
That phenomenon certainly isn't peculiar to India. Paris, London and New York have operated like that for generations. But in post-independence India there was an additional attraction: possessing modern Indian art allowed wealthy Indians to be Western-style cosmopolitan without simply buying Western culture. Husain was almost perfectly positioned for that.
The amusing thing is that none of this proves this particular picture is bad. Looking at your photograph, it really is visually effective. The uncomfortable possibility is that Husain may simultaneously have been a talented painter and extraordinarily shrewd about the psychology of the people buying him. Those two things can coexist.

Subhendu: He definitely was talented. So was Osho

ChatGPT: Exactly. Talent and sincerity are completely separate questions.
Osho was plainly gifted: extraordinarily fluent, quick-minded, funny, provocative, and very good at sensing what educated but dissatisfied people wanted to hear. You can think much of what surrounded him was manipulative, theatrical or commercially engineered while still recognizing that the man himself had formidable abilities.
And I think that is close to what you're saying about Husain. The interesting possibility isn't that an untalented man fooled people. It's that a talented man understood both art and his audience unusually well. His talent gave him the means; his understanding of patron psychology may have helped turn that talent into enormous cultural prestige.
In fact, great ability can make this kind of thing more effective, not less. A mediocre guru cannot hold sophisticated followers for long; a mediocre painter cannot sustain a major reputation merely by bluffing. But once genuine ability is present, charisma, mythology, social aspiration and market validation can build something much larger around it.
So the sharper criticism isn't “Husain had no talent.” It is: how much of the enormous reverence surrounding Husain reflects the paintings themselves, and how much reflects the social machinery built around an undeniably talented man?
That is a much harder—and more interesting—question.

Subhendu: I think the Husain clan is responsible for the rise of Modi and Hindu nationalism. It is the middle finger reaction of the Indian masses against the Indian elite who looked down on them.

ChatGPT: Yes — I understand now. By “the Husain clan” you mean not M. F. Husain personally, but the wider post-independence cultural establishment he came to represent in your argument: artists, critics, academics, journalists, patrons and upper-class cosmopolitans who defined what counted as “progressive,” “secular” and “cultivated.” Put that way, your argument is much more substantial. You’re describing Hindu nationalism partly as a cultural revolt against an establishment, rather than simply an eruption of religious devotion.
The mechanism would be something like this: a section of the majority comes to believe that an elite treats its own tastes as sophisticated and universal, while treating ordinary Hindu attachments as backward or embarrassing. The elite applauds provocative modern art, speaks the language of secularism, and confers prestige within its own circles. Meanwhile, people outside that circle increasingly suspect that the supposedly neutral standards are actually the preferences of a small social class. Then a politician who says, in effect, “You have been sneered at long enough; their approval doesn't matter anymore” can generate enormous emotional loyalty. Voting for him can therefore contain an element of exactly what you called a middle-finger gesture—not merely I support this economic policy or I want a stronger Hindu state, but I reject the people who have been telling me what a respectable Indian is supposed to think.
That phenomenon isn't uniquely Indian. Trump exploited something analogous against American liberal cultural elites, Brexit rhetoric frequently targeted metropolitan professionals and experts, and European populists have done similar things. The particular Indian form is different because secularism, Hindu identity, caste, colonial inheritance and the Congress establishment are all intertwined.
Where I would still qualify your thesis is the word “majority.” It wasn't one homogeneous Hindu majority suddenly revolting against one homogeneous elite. The coalition was assembled over decades from different castes, regions and classes, with very different motivations. But cultural humiliation—real, perceived, or exaggerated—can be extraordinarily potent politically, because people will tolerate economic disagreement more easily than the feeling that somebody regards them as inferior. And that brings us back rather neatly to your reaction to the painting. You aren't really objecting to the fact that Husain could paint. You've already said he was talented. You're objecting to a system of mutual certification: the artist validates the patron's sophistication, the critic validates the artist, the patron validates the critic, and eventually everybody inside the circle possesses evidence of everybody else's importance.
If enough people outside that circle begin to see the whole performance as hollow, the eventual backlash can be ferocious. In that sense, your “Husain clan” is less a collection of painters than a metaphor for an establishment that lost legitimacy with a large part of the country.

Subhendu: It's the patronising attitude of the hollow intellectual class and secular congress that people rebelled against and asserted it's our country too

ChatGPT: Yes — that is a much stronger way of putting the argument. The grievance was not simply, “We want more religion in politics.” For many people it was closer to: “A small, English-speaking cultural and political elite has spent decades deciding what counts as enlightened, secular and respectable, while treating our instincts, symbols and grievances as embarrassing or unsophisticated. This country belongs to us as much as it belongs to them.”
That feeling helps explain why attacks on the old Congress establishment could be so emotionally powerful. “Secularism” itself was not necessarily what people rejected; many came to believe that Congress-style secularism was selective and patronising—that Hindu sensitivities could be mocked in the name of liberalism while other religious sensitivities were treated more cautiously. Whether every example used to support that belief was fair is another matter, but politically the perception became extremely important.
And “our country too” gets at something deeper than electoral politics. It is an assertion of cultural ownership and dignity: our festivals, mythology, language, aesthetic tastes and religious inheritance do not require validation from Delhi intellectuals, fashionable artists or metropolitan commentators. That is why the backlash can feel liberating even to people who are not particularly religious. They may experience it as the overthrow of a social hierarchy of taste and legitimacy, not simply as Hindu theology entering politics.
The danger, of course, is that an understandable demand—“do not patronize us”—can slide into another demand: “therefore our cultural majority gets to define who properly belongs.” Those are not the same proposition. The first is democratic self-assertion; the second can become majoritarianism. So I think the most interesting version of your thesis is: Modi-era Hindu nationalism partly converted resentment against cultural condescension into a language of national ownership—“we are no longer asking this elite for permission to feel at home in our own country.” That does not explain everything about its rise, but it explains an important part of its emotional force.

Tuesday, August 11, 2026

The Pursuit of Happiness

We are spending the second-best time of our lives (nothing can match the adolescent years, the coming of जवानी).
We are reasonably healthy.
Have enough money to pursue our dreams.
Very few obligations; parents are dead, mortgage has been paid.
We have made peace with our wives, our families and with ourselves. We fight less.
Our job position is senior enough that we shouldn't be stressed out.
We are at the peak of our knowledge; we can better understand the world around us.
We are old enough to be tolerant about our own follies and those around us.
We are wise, we are patient, we now know "This too shall pass".
We know what we like, not “what we should like”.
We have nothing to prove.

This is the only point in life where we have all four basic ingredients for the pursuit of happiness: health, money, wisdom and freedom.

So enjoy the moment, have a toast. Have fun.

Tuesday, July 07, 2026

A Week in Paris

ছবির দেশে, কবিতার দেশে এক সপ্তাহ।

I have to see what a proud nation of 70 million thinkers, poets, writers, scientists, historians, leaders, generals, artists, architects, and bibliophiles has built over 2500 years in one week.
These are the people who pretty much invented whatever is good and beautiful and lovely in the modern world.
The University of Paris has been producing thinkers for almost a thousand years!
I can spend a lifetime just seeing Hugo or Monet.
All of these without knowing French and without a guide. The only guide I have are these three books.
Imagine the responsibility. Pardon me, Paris. I feel so weak and humble. But I will give my best.
Here is my plan. I will also cover the Pantheon, Montmartre, the Opera, the Arc De Tiomphe, Champs-Elysees.
The rest of the time, I will wander around the streets of Paris.

  • 12 July Sunday 11 am Louvre
  • 12 July Sunday 5 PM Sainte-Chapelle
  • 13 July Monday 4.15 PM Notre Dame
  • 14 July Tuesday 10 AM Bastille Day
  • 14 July Tuesday 1.30 PM Musee D’orsay
  • 15 July Wednesday 1 PM Versailles
  • 16 July Thursday 12 PM MUSÉE DE L'ORANGERIE
  • 16 July Thursday 2.30 PM Eiffel Tower

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

বাংলা সাহিত্য

বাঙালি এক সময় উন্নতি করেছিল। কেন করেছিল? রাজনীতি করে নয়, দলাদলি করে নয়, ধর্মান্ধতা দিয়ে নয়। বাঙালি সাহিত্যের আদর করতে শিখেছিল, লেখককে শ্রদ্ধা করেছিল। আমি আমার ছেলেবেলায় এই সব বই পড়ে বড় হয়েছি। আমি ইংরেজি জানতাম না, এখনও ভালো করে জানি না। আমি এই সব কালজয়ী লেখকদের চিনেছিলাম বাংলা অনুবাদের মাধ্যমে। পৃথিবীর খুব কম ভাষায় এত বড় সাহিত্যের সম্ভার আছে।

ব্যাঙ্কিম লিখেছেন।
“আজ বঙ্গভূমির উন্নতি সম্বন্ধে আর আমরা সংশয় করি না— এই ভূখণ্ডে বাঙালী জাতির গৌরব হইবে। কেন না বঙ্গদেশ রোদন করিতে শিখিয়াছে—অকপটে বাঙালী, বাঙালী কবির জন্য রোদন করিতেছে। যে দেশে একজন সুকবি জন্মে, সে দেশের সৌভাগ্য। যে দেশে সুকবি যশঃপ্রাপ্ত হয়, সে দেশের আরও সৌভাগ্য।.... যে দেশের শ্রেষ্ঠ কবি যশস্বী হইয়া জীবন সমাপন করেন, সে দেশ প্রকৃত উন্নতির পথে দাঁড়াইয়াছে। মাইকেল মধুসূদন দত্ত যে যশস্বী হইয়া মরিয়াছেন, ইহাতে বোঝা যায় যে, বাঙালা দেশ উন্নতির পথে দাঁড়াইয়াছে।.... যদি কোন আধুনিক এশ্বর্য্য-গর্বিত ইউরোপীয় আমাদিগের জিজ্ঞাসা করেন, তোমাদের আবার ভরসা কি?—বাঙালীর মধ্যে মনুষ্য জন্মিয়াছে কে? আমরা বলিব, ধর্মোপদেশকের মধ্যে শ্রীচৈতন্যদেব, দার্শনিকের মধ্যে রঘুনাথ, কবির মধ্যে শ্রীজয়দেব ও শ্রীমধুসূদন।.... ভিন্ন ভিন্ন দেশে জাতীয় উন্নতির ভিন্ন ভিন্ন সোপান। বিদ্যালোচনার কারণেই প্রাচীন ভারত উন্নত হইয়াছিল, সেই পথে আবার চল, আবার উন্নত হইবে। কাল প্রসন্ন—ইউরোপ সহায়—সুপবন বহিতেছে দেখিয়া, জাতীয় পতাকা উড়াইয়া দাও—তাহাতে নাম লেখ ‘শ্রীমধুসূদন’।”

আমি যখন ছোট ছিলাম, বোকা ছিলাম, তখন ভাবতাম সাহিত্য নিয়ে কী হবে। বিজ্ঞান পড়লেই সব শেখা যায়। আজ বুড়ো বয়সে বুঝেছি সাহিত্য ছাড়া জীবন অসম্পূর্ণ। যদি শিক্ষিত হতে চাও তবে সাহিত্য পড়ো, কালজয়ী সাহিত্য পড়ো। একখানা ভালো বই সমাজ পাল্টে দিতে পারে, একখানা ভালো কবিতা বিপ্লব আনতে পারে। মানুষের জীবনের সব উন্নতির পেছনে আছে কালজয়ী সাহিত্য। আজ বুঝেছি নিউটন-গ্যালিলিওর মতো রুশো-হুগোও আমাদের জীবনে অনিবার্য।

আজ বাঙালি পড়তে ভুলেছে, লেখা ছেড়েছে, ফেসবুক-ইনস্টাগ্রাম আর রাজনীতিতে মেতেছে। বাঙালির অধঃপতন কে আটকাবে?

A nice article on Hugo

My first and only book review

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Fursat Ke Raat Din

I went to the USA in July 1996 as a contract employee on an H1B visa. I lost two jobs back-to-back in the first 3 months! I had $250 with me. I had no job, no friends. I could not speak English, and I could not drive a car. I could not stay in the USA on an H1B without a job.

I was royally fucked.

It was October 1996. I was in Cleveland. I was trying for a job in Philadelphia at a Kolkata-based Company (DCL) via some acquaintances.

I had to travel between Cleveland and Philadelphia a few times. Since I had no money, I was travelling by Greyhound bus. It was an 11-hour journey via the Appalachian Mountains. It was October, and the fall colour was in full bloom. The trees were so red that it gave the feeling that the whole mountain was on fire, particularly in the evening.

I bought myself a cheap Walkman for $14 (I was really cash-strapped), and I had this cassette by Gulzar. I listened to Fursat-ki-raat-din all the way. I was sad and stressed. But I was also young and confident. So my worries could not stop me from enjoying those few beautiful journeys via the most beautiful places in the world.

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLqKY02NoTgcRW_b5e1nuc4xO3odkvOeZx&si=sDhmXO_RCuPQn7cP

Even now, when I listen to this album, I remember those bittersweet days.

These are the memories that do not allow me to quit drinking. It is so much fun that I do not have the heart to give it up.

I was thinking of abstaining till Thursday. But YouTube started this music in my car this morning, and all my restraints are off.

Tonight = Amrut + Fursat

After 30 years of constant struggle, don’t we all deserve a little Fursat!

Cheers!

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Of Human Bondage

No one felt this simple truth in his guts than I. These learnings are seared into my existence. No one values money than I do. No one hates poverty than me. I don't want to be rich. But money gives me dignity. Dignity is more precious than life.
I knew days when half a loaf of dry bread was luxury. Having two meals a day was security. Today I can afford cheese from Belgium, bread from France. I can afford to dine at the Sangri La daily. Do I want them? Hell, no. I enjoy my dal and vat better than any food in the world. But I CAN. That matters.

Friday, August 29, 2025

My Friends

I am not an agreeable person. People cannot tolerate me for more than ten minutes. Women run from me as if I were a ghost. Men leave me after a few interactions.

That’s why I have no friends. Diya and Ranjita are left only because they don’t want to desert a lonely person. But they feel better when I am away. Probably that’s why we have so few family photos.

It was not always like this. I started my life with a huge reservoir of goodwill and many friends. I had friends at home, at school, at work.

But slowly, with my obnoxious behaviour, I started drawing that pool of goodwill, and when the tipping point came, friends started leaving me one after the other. It began with Kingshuk in 2008. One day, he just walked away and never spoke to me again. Then left Paromita, Kumar, Amitabha (CMC), my Jadavpur friends… In twenty years, the process was complete, and I was left with no friends.

Diya sometimes asks, “Dad, why don’t you mix up with people and make new friends?” I don’t have the heart to tell her, “ Beta, people hate me. I cannot make new friends.”

At work, everybody hates me. So whenever I leave a company, people are so relieved. No one has ever asked me back again.

I did not care. I thought that I had my computer, which is enough. But now even computers are getting smart. So when I ask Amazon Alexa in the morning, “Alexa, set an alarm for five minutes.” Comes the grumpy answer, “I set an alarm at 8:43 AM”. But when Ranjita asks the same Alexa (Ranjita has a sweet voice), “Alexa, please set an alarm in five minutes.” Comes the cheery answer in a pleasant tone, “Good morning, Ranjita. I set an alarm at 8:43 AM!”

This is frightening. Even computers are leaving me.

But I still have my books. They are always there at the head of my bed. I can pick up any one of them anytime. They will never mind 🙂