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Keisuke Inano's Recollection of Mukul Dey September 16, 2003 This is my recollection of Mukul Dey. How I came to know Mukul Dey
I first met Mukul Dey in the middle of August in 1982 when I joined M.A. in Philosophy Dept. of Visva-Bharati Univ. in Santiniketan under Indo-Japan Mixed Cultural Exchange Scheme. Just after I finished the admission procedure, Prof. Makino who was teaching Japanese Language at Visva-Bharati told me that there was an artist who might keep a Japanese sword at his house. Since I had been exercising Japanese martial art called "Iai-do" in which Japanese sword is used, I thought I should see it. This is the very simple reason why I visited Mukul Dey. When I first saw him, he was sitting on a bench in the front yard of Chitralekha house and concentrating on engraving a copper plate. From outside of the gate I introduced myself to him. Then he stopped his work and happily invited me into his house with full smile. Mukul ordered Maya to bring tea and biscuit and started talking about Yokoyama Taikan and his experience in Japan. Though I was a little bit disappointed because there was no Japanese sword at the house, I was strongly astonished by the way how Mukul, who was then already 87 years old, energetically talked to me. Till then I did not know he had accompanied Rabindranath Tagore's travel to Japan and America in 1916. What he told me was nothing but his real experience with extremely famous Japanese artists about 66 years ago. Since then, I started visiting Mukul almost everyday. I visited him in late morning, that is, after my classes were over and visited him again in the evening when in Santiniketan usually there was no light due to load shedding. When I visited in the morning he was always working either at his studio engraving copper plates or at his study writing letters to his friends in many foreign countries. In the evening he was taking rest sitting on his bed, not lying. In the dusk or darkness at Chitralekha, with smoke from burning coconut husks for mosquito repelling, he used to tell his past experiences to me. And I used to sing a song or played the bamboo flute for him. Often Bina offered me dinner after Mukul finished his dining. After
Puja holiday in 1982, I started eating dinner everyday at Chitralekha
paying about 200 Rs every month to Bina. Her cooking was excellent.
Then in August 1984, I shifted my room from International Guest House
to the upstairs of Mukul's studio. I stayed there till I left Santiniketan,
that is in December 1985.
Mukul Dey was an unconventional type of man in Santiniketan. Many people
in Santiniketan are not openly communicating with each other, it is
my impression, they are living in a kind of exclusive and stereotyped
society. I did not meet so many attracting people there, except some
professors and some friends. However Mukul and Bina were different.
His stories fascinated me. Now I regret that I did not note down what he told me. If I had been a student of art or history, I would have done it. Followings are what I remember now:
Why he did not visit Japan again after 1916 (my guess)
The reason why he did not return to Japan despite he had received admiration from Taikan and Hara is, I guess, that after he studied methods of etching in U.S.A. his interest turned toward the field of that kind of art. And Pearson played an important role to introduce Mukul to artistic circles of London. Also, considering the problem of language, it is understandable that Mukul chose not Japan but England. He might have planned to visit Japan later while he was principal of
Govt. of Art School. But the diplomatic relation between Japan and England
in the mid 1930s was already unhealthy and it might have disturbed the
plan. It is reasonable to imagine that he thought to visit Japan after
his retirement, however from 1941 to 1945 Japan was at war and the country
was occupied till 1952 by U.S.A. and in confusion for some years even
after independence from U.S.A. My days with Mukul Dey in Santiniketan
I think everybody who met Bina admits that she was loved from all the people of Santiniketan. However, contrary to Bina, I think, Mukul Dey was kept away from most people of the Santiniketan society. But this did not affect him at all, I think, for he did not need to communicate with them. He was living within his own world of memory. As far as I feel, he was living in his world of before 1967. I do not know his illness in 1967 affected him mentally or not. But even if so, his sense of art and creativity was not affected at all. My memory at random of Mukul Dey
In January 1983, my brother & sister in law visited Santiniketan.
Before they started from Japan, Mukul asked me to tell them to bring
a bottle of Scotch Whiskey. They brought a bottle called "Dimple"
which was a good one. He started drnking very small quantity (may be
3 to 5 cc) every day. It was already becoming summer when he finished
the bottle. Then he asked me to buy some Indian whiskey and I brought
it from Bolpur. Everyday in evening Mukul and I sat on the chair in
the front yard of Chitralekha and had whiskey. This is very unusual
behavior in Santiniketan. Some people saw us drinking from outside of
the entrance. However Mukul never minded. There was no worry in him
about their eyes. The period of his drinking lasted about 3 months.
I believe this is the last drink in his life.
One day Mukul suddenly wanted to see the town of Bolpur. I accompanied Mukul on a rickshaw pulled by Ganesh. We started together without any purpose. He found a dead pig lying on the road and said with a sigh, "If that pig died in an accident, it is eatable." I still cannot forget this word. When he found pakora shops, he was fascinated by the smell and could not restrain himself from buying one. He bought and ate it. When Mukul told about pakora to Bina after returning to Chitralekha, Bina furiously scolded Mukul and me and explained how dangerous it was to eat fried food from an unknown shop. Luckily Mukul did not get ill. One day when I was riding on my cycle near the canal side, I found a small deer lying on the road. Most probably the deer was hit by car. Then I saw a Santal woman who found it took it with her. In the evening when I told Mukul about what I had seen, he heard the story with so much regret that he said, "Why didn't you bring that? You should have brought it for me" I do not remember now the reason why, one day, I paid 50 Rs. and Mukul ordered Santal men to bring one pig. I think at that time Babla (Satyasri Ukil) and Pintu (Shivasri Ukil) were staying in Santiniketan. The Santal men made fire and roasted the pig in the garden. I very much remember the taste of that roast pork. That was really tasty. Mukul was a real gourmet. Once Mukul and Bina took Ganesh's rickshaw and I accompanied them by cycle. We went to the canal-side. When Mukul found Santal girls walking by the canal, he stopped the rickshaw and started talking with them asking many questions. It was apparent that he loved Santal people more than professors and bureaucrats of Visva-Bharati. Mukul used to sing a line or two, which he told me he heard Taikan had been often singing. It sounds "Chukk..." I remember once he said to me, "You should keep yourself quietly like a dog. And once you find a big chance, you must jump at it." I think this word came from his experience of getting chance to become the Principal of Govt. Art School in 1928. Mukul used to say, "God did not give me money." One night when Roger was there, Mukul said the same word, then Roger replied to him, "But God gave you sense of art."
Without energetic and creative presence of Mukul and kindness of Bina, probably my days in Santiniketan for three years and a half were not so wonderful. As you know I stayed again in Santiniketan from 1995 to 96 as a lecturer at Japanese Dept. That time, though Bina was there, I clearly realized how the existence of Mukul was valuable for me.
One evening Mukul said sitting on his bed with a candle light in dusk, "Art and Religion are the same." I, being a young student of Religion, thoughtlessly said to him, "No, I think they were different." He brushed aside my adolescent opinion, saying in a sharp tone, "You don't know, you are too young." I could not say anything more. This short conversation with him was good lesson for me. What he said has been and will always be a warning to me to be discreet and not to be arrogant. Yours, Want to do research work at Mukul Dey Archives? Click
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