19 September, 2020

In Apu's World

Forget the montage and the mise en scene, the fade-outs and the jump cuts, Ray performed the basic duty of a filmmaker. He touched you.

In Apu's World
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I met Satyajit Ray only once, when I was seven years old. Like every month, my father had taken me to the office of Sandesh, the children’s magazine that Ray co-edited, to collect my copy. We rang the bell, and the door was opened by the tallest man I had ever seen. Far above me hung a huge face seemingly carved out of granite, which now turned and called inside in a voice of distilled thunder: "Mini-di, here’s a subscriber of yours." (Mini-di, or Nalini Das, was Ray’s cousin, whose home doubled as the Sandesh office.) As we waited, my father kept prodding me in the back: "Ask him, ask him!" So, finally, shyly, I did. "I sent in a story three months ago..." I squeaked to this unknown giant. (Sandesh had a section which carried the literary efforts of its underage readers.) "What’s it called?" asked Ray. I told him. "I’ll see," he said, and we left. The next month, the story was published in Sandesh.

In many ways, this little incident has, for me,...

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