{"id":5994,"date":"2020-12-27T08:48:54","date_gmt":"2020-12-27T03:18:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/?p=5994"},"modified":"2021-01-17T22:35:05","modified_gmt":"2021-01-17T17:05:05","slug":"murmurs-moments-with-soumitra-chatterjee-no-one-escapes-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/murmurs-moments-with-soumitra-chatterjee-no-one-escapes-death\/","title":{"rendered":"Murmurs: Moments with Soumitra Chatterjee (Episode 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"5<\/p>\n

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Standing tall, from the private collection of the author<\/p><\/div>\n

It was an old story about a wealthy merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to the fruit market to buy fruits for the evening. Soon the servant returned panting and huffing. \u2018What happened to you? Why you look so pale?\u2019 asked the merchant.\u00a0\u00a0The young servant shivered, \u2018Master, in the market I came face to face with Death. He was tall, weaning a long flowing robe that covered him completely. But I saw his eyes fixed on me. I have served you for so long with my utmost dedication Master. Now I beg you to lend me your best horse so that I can ride away fast and quick to Samarra to avoid Death.\u2019 The merchant lent his servant his best horse, and the servant mounted it, and galloped out of Baghdad.\u00a0 Still unsure of his servant\u2019s apprehensions, the merchant went down to the fruit market to find out for himself. He roamed around for a while and finally could spot a slender, tall figure draped in a black robe. He came near and asked, \u2018So here you are, Death. Why did you frighten my servant a while back?\u2019\u00a0\u00a0Death remarked, \u2018That was not a threatening look at your servant but that of utter surprise.\u00a0 I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I have an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.\u2019<\/p>\n

I first heard this story from my cousin who is a doctor. He was told this by his patient Mr Taradas Bandyopadhyay, writer and son of Bengal\u2019s one of the finest novelists of all times, Bibhutibhusan Bandyopadhyay. Junior Bandyopadhyay was not keeping well to understand that his days were numbered. My cousin, for whom he had affection more than a mere professional acquaintance, assured him of his recovery. It was imminent to be otherwise and Bandyopadhyay knew deep down that his body had gone against it.<\/p>\n

\u2018The soul is willing, the spirit reaches for the stars, but the flesh is weak.\u2019 Soumitra-babu once told me as\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0described why\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0faltered twice recently that resulted in falls every time.<\/p>\n

\u2018Every month for quite a few years now, I have to hear news of passing away of someone or the other. This tears me down. I can\u2019t take death anymore. I don\u2019t visit grieving families. I don\u2019t find the mental strength to face grief.\u2019<\/p>\n

I think we all have different ways of dealing with death and grief.\u00a0He<\/em>\u00a0does as well. Maybe\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0is shy in opening up\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0mind.<\/p>\n

I am stretching my legs in the evening. This is end of March and there is a nip in the air even now. Winters in Kolkata these days have sadly been shortened, like the bites of a fallen star, the marks fade but they are unmistakably hidden behind the camouflage of decay.<\/p>\n

I have just completed a very intimate essay on Max von Sydow who is famous as Ingmar Bergman\u2019s main face for decades. Sydow passed away a few weeks back and I couldn\u2019t gather myself to write on him in between. The emotions have been raw, intense, scintillating.<\/p>\n

And now we are, at Soumitra-babu\u2019s den reminiscing cinema and Sydow.\u00a0He<\/em>\u00a0has watched quite a few of Bergman\u2019s films, definitely\u00a0The Seventh Seal<\/em>\u00a0which has the remarkably contentious sequence of the Knight (played by Sydow) playing chess with Death.<\/p>\n

Knight<\/strong>: Who are you?<\/p>\n

Death<\/strong>: I am Death.<\/p>\n

Knight<\/strong>: Have you come for me?<\/p>\n

Death<\/strong>: I have walked at your side for a long time now.<\/p>\n

Knight<\/strong>: That I know.<\/p>\n

Death<\/strong>: Are you prepared?<\/p>\n

Knight<\/strong>: My body is afraid, but I am not.<\/p>\n

Later, shortly after this encounter the Knight\u2019s squire\u00a0J\u00f6ns enters a church and finds a rather strange man painting a mural to remind people of death in order to scare them since, according to him, a skull is more interesting than a naked woman. Only when one is scared, he starts to think,\u00a0\u00a0the painter tells J\u00f6ns.<\/p>\n

Bergman is my all-time favourite along with Andrei Tarkovsky. Both speak of reflections, foresee death as an extension of unfaithful desire. Dangling between departures and returns, life brushes off with death \u2013 of the spirit and then the body.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>I have recently listened to one of Sydow\u2019s interviews in youtube where he mentions how he was a true atheist at the time he played the role of Antonius Block, the Knight with such conviction and then as a medieval landlord whose daughter was raped and killed in\u00a0The Virgin Spring<\/em>. Sydow continues, \u2018Ingmar Bergman used to tell me that you won\u2019t believe in God and the spirits but let me tell you that there are things beyond our comprehension but they do exist and I will communicate with you when I will be no more.\u2019 The lanky figure of Max von Sydow droops, hanging his unusually stone-walled face and half closed eyes \u2013 \u2018Yes, we have communicated after Bergman died. But I will not reveal you what.\u2019<\/p>\n

Soumitra-babu folds\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0legs back, the muscles in\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0face stiffen up a bit, \u2018These are individual beliefs. But yes, I do remember Satyajit Ray often. Not a day passes when I can\u2019t but think of any conversation, discussion or advice that I received from him. Actually, when I started off as an actor, more than acting tips, he helped me shape up my intellect, my persona, my aesthetic tastes.\u2019<\/p>\n

Throughout his better films Bergman challenges God, questions Death and talks of transcendence to life from death and the immanence of God. Because, even though Death sets out to hold us captive it is in life only that we may escape him through our soul.<\/p>\n

When asked what about death does\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0fear most, Soumitra-babu regularly tells now that\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0doesn\u2019t wish to leave at a time when\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0family is going through its most excruciatingly critical and crucial time. I hear\u00a0him<\/em>\u00a0pause, look aside, clear\u00a0his<\/em>\u00a0throat and say, \u2018And the most, that I have to be dependent on others for my each and every need and wish. That will really be quite pathetic.\u2019 One of the finest actors that the silver screen has ever seen feigns a smile. And,\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0looks vain.<\/p>\n

After all, death is nothing but a nostalgia of the young, and nostalgia is the death of the old.<\/p>\n

This is a preview collection of interactions that is set to release as the book Murmurs: Moments with Soumitra Chatterjee<\/a><\/em> by Amitava Nag, on 19th January 2021 to celebrate the legend\u2019s 87th birthday.<\/h3>\n

\"MURMURS<\/a><\/p>\n

Click here to read all published episodes of Murmurs: Moments with Soumitra Chatterjee<\/a>.<\/h3>\n

Catherine Berge’s Gaach<\/em><\/strong> (The Tree, 1998) is a rare documentary on Soumitra Chatterjee. Silhouette is grateful to Catherine and producer James Ivory for providing permission to make it available to the Silhouette readers.<\/span><\/p>\n