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How personal memorabilia metamorphised into public history

How personal memorabilia metamorphised into public history
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Remembering India s First Modern Sculptor, Ramkinkar Baij

Remembering India’s First Modern Sculptor, Ramkinkar Baij He broke free from the stultifying conformism of colonial and pre-modern studio sculpturing to encompass in his work the lives and struggles of plain, unremarkable human beings. Ramkinkar Baij: (May 25, 1906 – August 2, 1980) Credit: Twitter My memories of Ramkinkar Baij, such as they are, are interlaced with two things that one rarely associates with an artist. The first, curiously, is kerosene. And the second, somewhat less oddly, is summer, or rather, a hot summer day. One afternoon in the middle of April, in 1973, my friend and I were walking around Santiniketan’s quiet Ratan Pally on some errand, when my friend nudged me and pointed at someone who was coming from the opposite direction. He was a bare-bodied, bare-footed man in a short dhoti and a wide straw topi, and slung from his right arm by a piece of rope was a green bottle that smelt strongly of kerosene as he passed by us.

Book Extract | A Homage to Shantiniketan Ashram and Its Legendary Gurus

Book Extract | A Homage to Shantiniketan Ashram and Its Legendary Gurus An excerpt from Gaura Pant Shivani ’s book Amader Shantiniketan . Shantiniketan Ashram. Photo: Soumen Ray/Flickr, CC BY 2.0 (Penguin Random House India, 2021), translated into English by Ira Pande. § Gurudev was very fond of outdoor celebrations. A full moon, especially in spring, when the Ashram was awash with a silvery light, was like a personal invitation from Mother Nature to us Ashramites. A notice would come round that we should all assemble at a particular spot in the Ashram that night. And lo and behold, all of us would bolt down an early dinner and head there to see what new treat awaited us. Among the assembly would be our maid, Khudu, and the kitchen boy, Nagendra, his dark, lithe body almost gleaming in that light.

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