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“The grown-ups snapped the chillies (each made a sound terse as a satirical retort), and scattered the tiny, deadly seeds in their food.”

Amit Chaudhuri

A Strange and Sublime Address (1991)

“The car horns created an anxious music, discordant but not indifferent.”

Amit Chaudhuri

The Immortals (2009)

“History is always lying before you, unnoticed: till you suddenly see it, as we do now.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“… he sang with his eyes squeezed tight, as if he were dropping from a great height.”

Amit Chaudhuri

The Immortals (2009)

“He has a traditional shopper's DNA, an eye for freshness and appearance, and a consistent sense of a home to go back to.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“Calcutta has still not recovered from history: people mourn the past, and abhor it deeply.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Calcutta: Two Years in The City (2013)

“I'm undecided about the time we live in. This ongoing passage to oblivion. The disappearance of things you took for granted. Then there's the renaissance of things you never knew of, or presumed you'd never see again.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“The dull pulse-like beat started at eleven o’clock at night. It was a new kind of music called ‘rap’. It baffled Ananda even more than disco. He had puzzled and puzzled over why people would want to listen and even move their bodies to an angry, insistent onrush of words – words that rhymed, apparently, but had no echo or afterlife. It was as if they were an extension of the body: never had words sounded so alarmingly physical, and pure physicality lacks empathy, it’s machine-like.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Odysseus Abroad (2014)

“… "shagging" - a quasi-comical activity, like belching or farting, except it was more taboo and more necessary than these.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“It seemed there was no democracy among children – always an aristocracy based on strength, intellect and seniority. But seniority counted most, because a boy of ten is bound to be stronger and cleverer than a boy of nine, having spent an extra year in the world, at a time when each year is like a precious deposit in a newly opened bank account. Among boys of the same age, there would be a silent tussle, a clean, honourable contest. Once a leader emerged, however, no elections were held.”

Amit Chaudhuri

A Strange and Sublime Address (1991)

“Photographers are the new Brahmins: we have no volition when they rule us.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“Years ago, my mother and I fell in love with Busybee’s voice, its calm, even tone, and a smile which was always audible in the language. My father, meanwhile, is clipping his nails fastidiously, letting them fall on to an old, spread-out copy of the Times of India, till he sneezes explosively, as he customarily does, sending the crescent-shaped nail-clippings flying into the universe.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Afternoon Raag (1993)

“History was what had happened; class was something you read about in a book.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Odysseus Abroad (2014)

“These small freshwater fish”

Amit Chaudhuri

St Cyril Road and Other Poems (2005)

“This morning he’d discovered the bathroom light on, its lustre wasted in daylight.”

Amit Chaudhuri book A New World

A New World (2000)

“There must be other leaps in life - as momentous as the "mirror stage" - that Lacan didn't mention. Some are universal; others, culturally particular. To understand that your parents are human (and not an element of the natural world), that they're separate from you, that they were children once, that they were born and came into the world, is another leap. It's as if you hadn't seen who they were earlier - just as, before you were ten months old, you didn't know it was you in the mirror. This happens when you're sixteen or seventeen. Not long after - maybe a year - you find out your parents will die. It's not as if you haven't encountered death already. But, before now, your precocious mind can't accommodate your parents' death except as an academic nicety - to be dismissed gently as too literary and sentimental. After that day, your parents' dying suddenly becomes simple. It grows clear that you're alone and always have been, though certain convergences start to look miraculous - for instance, between your father, mother, and yourself. Though your parents don't die immediately - what you've had is a realisation, not a premonition - you'll carry around this knowledge for their remaining decades or years. You won't think, looking at them, "You're going to die". It'll be an unspoken fact of existence. Nothing about them will surprise you anymore.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Friend of My Youth (2017)

“The myth of the Pujas is a simple one – full of rural sweetness. … The Pujas are, in part, an ever-returning homage to that magical sense of being rescued, so indispensable to children.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Calcutta: Two Years in The City (2013)

“… this refined language of Indian modernity – an Indian language that was actually first used as a first language by a home-grown cosmopolitan elite – enough to say, with or without humour, ‘Ami tomake bhalobashi’ (‘I love you’) or ‘Apni kothai thhaken?’ (‘Where do you live?). These stray statements performed an incantatory ‘open sesame’ – into the bounded, charmed, small-scale world of ‘Bengaliness’. The ‘honorary’ Bengali might be myopic; might be an aficionado of art-house cinema; might be politically left wing; might have taste for lyric poetry; a tendency towards the autobiographical; an appetite for fish; or display none of these traits.”

Amit Chaudhuri

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On Modernity

“… the world’s cheapest small car, Tata’s Nano, worth only $1500. This toy-like ill-fated vehicle, whose destiny it was to look as if it had been prematurely brought into the world, more foetus than car, and whose birth was near abortive and then indefinitely delayed, this car, when it finally took to the road, turned out to have an engine that at times exploded mysteriously. Until 2009, it was seen to be Bengal’s quirky but irreplaceable mascot for development.”

Amit Chaudhuri

Calcutta: Two Years in The City (2013)

“… the menu’s a delirious poem/on which the names of Moghlai and Punjabi and Parsi/”

Amit Chaudhuri

Real Time (2002)