Sugata Bhattacharyya
Sugata (1990-2008) was ‘Sugata’ and nobody else. He used to coin words since childhood. Very rarely he repeated something. His hyper-creativity found expression in model making, writing, or drawing. Self-taught Sugata played the guitar or read Dostoyevsky, Cervantes, Plato, Tolstoy, Joyce, Mayakovsky, etc. His critical opinions were fraught with philosophical insights.
His mathematical brilliance is evident through ‘scores/positions’ in Presidency College and also in Kolkata ISI. His teachers confirmed that he was always ahead in his lessons, but he was indifferent to ‘material success’ and never hankered after marks. Rather, he always helped the weaker ones. In short, Sugata had mathematics in his blood, literature/poetry in his heart, philosophy in his mind, and strong moral/ethical values in his soul.
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FOREWORD
Whenever thoughts of Sugata come to my mind I am inevitably reminded of the tribute to Andrei Tarkovsky by Ingmar Bergman- ‘When film is not a document, it is dream. That is why Tarkovsky is the greatest of them all. He moves with such naturalness in the room of dreams. He doesn’t explain. What should he explain anyhow?’ The only difference is what was film for Tarkovsky, for Sugata it was poetry. A poetry cut short by a self-imposed departure in early youth, an act of a rebel with a cause. He simply refused to participate in the carnival of morons in the neon wilderness. The anxiety of alienation from meaning was too vast to be grasped by poetry alone.
Nabarun Bhattacharya