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Remembering Professor Tarak Nath Sen
by Dr. Pradip Bhattacharya Bookmark and Share
 

The birth centenary of the legendary professor of English in Presidency College, Calcutta, T.N.Sen was observed by the alumni on 9th July 2009. Some of us wrote reminiscences that were published in a souvenir. Here are my memories of this remarkable teacher of English literature.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought…  

I am looking at a rare document: a small piece of blue notepaper covered with writing impeccably spaced, each letter perfectly formed. This is the character certificate-cum-recommendation Professor T.N. Sen wrote out for me at his residence when, with much trepidation I approached him as I wished to apply for the post of lecturer in English in St. Xavier’s College in 1969. I have not heard of him providing such a certificate to other students of his—perhaps they dared not ask! I guess my Xaverian brashness led me on to enter where betters dared not tread.


After graduating with Honours in English from St. Xavier’s College, when I wanted to join the Calcutta University’s M.A. course in 1966, I found that it was possible to be enrolled through Presidency College. As a Xaverian, I had been brought up on a staple diet of the impossibility of anyone but a Presidencian attaining the dizzy heights of a first class in English. The cold, hard truth of it had been brought home when that summit eluded me by two marks in Part-I and a single mark in Part-II. I was, therefore, intensely curious to find out what made the English Department of this college so very special.

I found myself the solitary “outsider” in a class consisting of four ladies [Chitrita Banerjee, later a well-known author, Indrani Chaudhuri, Anjushree Ghosh, both became lecturers subsequently, and Sunipa Basu, who joined the Indian Customs & Excise Service] and two men [Arya Gupta and Gautam Basu], all native Presidencians. I grit my teeth and was determined to stick on despite the fulminations of Dr. Amalendu Bose, the Sir Gooroodas Banerjee Professor and Head of the English Department of the Calcutta University, who demanded to know what was so wonderful in “that college” that I enrolled in it. The answer was obvious. What a galaxy of luminaries taught us: Dr. Sailen Sen, Prof. Amal Bhattacharjee, Dr. Kajal Sengupta, AKDG (Prof. Arun Kumar Das Gupta— Tarak Babu’s “onlie true begetter”) and Prof. Ashoke Mukherjee. Above them all was Prof. T.N. Sen himself: lanky, tall, appearing almost spectre-like as the shades fell when his classes began, going on well into the dark, teasing out every little nuance of Shakespeare and Yeats. Amal Babu’s remarkably clear explication of T.S. Eliot’s complicated The Sacred Wood inspired my first book. AKDG took up Timon of Athens, turning a minor play into a major experience. S.K. Sen took us through Shakespearean criticism with classically structured deliberation. Kajal-di handled Chaucer with scintillating brilliance, communicating her delight in “The Nonnes Priestes Tale” unforgettably. Prof. Ashoke Mukherjee taught Browning’s “Dramatic Monologues” in his inimitable “Do you follow?” fashion.

Much to my surprise I found Prof. Sen usually referred to as “Tarak Babu” (in St. Xavier’s College we weren’t used to anything but “Mr.” or “professor” for our teachers). He began our classes with a devastating statement delivered in his characteristic sibilant whisper: “If you have come to get the M.A. degree of Calcutta University, it is of no use as it is not worth the paper it is printed on.” Over the next eight weeks he dictated to us an elaborate bibliography paper by paper, dividing it into three categories marked “M” for ‘must read’, “D” for ‘desirable’ and “O” for ‘optional’. A more comprehensive reading list spanning the entire gamut of English Literature I have yet to come across. I used it later when teaching literature in St. Xavier’s College, distributing it to my students as an invaluable resource to be passed on.

As Tarak Babu took up Yeats’ poems on Byzantium I came to realize the vast gulf separating the University teaching from his. Prof. P. Lal completed the Byzantium poems in two lectures, one for each; Tarak Babu took eight. The richness of that experience cannot be communicated in words. During this time I noticed a first year fresher poring over a tome in the library where Tarak Babu’s classes were held in a cubicle. It was Indrani’s younger brother, Sukanta Chaudhuri, subsequently a Shakespearean scholar of international renown. He was looking at Leonardo da Vinci’s “Madonna of the rocks” that Tarak Babu had asked him to examine, possibly in the context of Rossetti’s “The Blessed Damozel” (or was it Renaissance poetry?). That is how literature was taught by him, interlinking it with art, leading the student to explore and develop his own insights.

And then he started on “King Lear”. What a wealth of insight he held out to the eight of us (Kasturi Gupta, our senior, joined these classes too and insists it was “Othello”)! The approach was intensely textual, concentrating on extracting the last drop of meaning from every single verse. Indrani Shome, who had graduated from Presidency, used to regale me with accounts of how Tarak Babu’s teaching of “Macbeth” sent shivers up her spine in the witches’ scenes, with his long lanky arms snaking about and how the ladies were taken home in police vans for their safety when classes went on into the dark hours in those Naxalite terror times. Gautam Basu—ardent left extremist who switched loyalties to join the IAS—was a treasure trove of anecdotes, sending us into peals of helpless hilarity with his account of Tarak Babu’s ghost springing out from behind a Presidency pillar as AKDG performed the funeral obsequies, hissing, “Short line! Short line! Action needed! Ghee dao, ghee!” (Tarak Babu’s paper on “Shakespeare’s Short Lines” is a major contribution to understanding Shakespeare’s art and craft).

I remember his setting me a tutorial assignment on Pope’s “The Rape of the Lock”. True to Xaverian tradition, I put into my essay all the critical insights available from various “eminent critics”, only to be told in a sibilant undertone that I was expected not to reproduce others’ views but my own. I grit my teeth, slogged away and resubmitted my tutorial. My exercise book was returned with just one remark that left me crestfallen and considerably puzzled: “This will do”. When I asked my class-mates, they enlightened me that this meant I had achieved the expected standard. That was truly a crowning success for an outsider! This was followed by a bonus: he appointed me Secretary to the English Seminar, putting me in charge of its excellent library.

At the end of two years I found to my complete surprise that I had been placed first in the first class, with Anjushree following. And, in the paper on Romantic and Victorian poetry I had won a medal. The tradition of only Presidencians topping the Calcutta University had been broken—thanks to the unforgettable tutelage of Professor Tarak Nath Sen and his team of colleagues, the likes of whom we will not see again.

23-Aug-2010
More by :  Dr. Pradip Bhattacharya
 
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Article Comment Sir, may I have the honour of introducing myself to you. I have read your short memoir on legendary teacher Prof. T.N. Sen with keen interest. It is a deeply moving memorial note. In course of it you have mentioned that you have not heard of any other students having been issued a similar certificate by TNS like the one you received from him, a copy of which is attached with your note. I would like to draw your kind attention to the fact that I have come across an identical certificate from TNS issued in favour of Prof. Birendranath Chowdhury, formerly professor of English, Burdwan Raj College, and author of a collection of essays on five eminent educationists of Bengal, written in Bengali under the title 'Aloker Jharnadharay' (Dey's Publishing) 2009 which contains, among other things, photocopy of the said certificate. The book is a tribute to five eminent teachers of English: Subodh Chandra Sen Gupta, Rabindra Kumar Das Gupta, Tarak Nath Sen, Sadananda Chakrabarti and Jyoti Bhattacharya.
Tapan Kumar Mukherjee
07/04/2014
Article Comment What a welcome surprise! Where are you now? email me.
Thanks for the comment. Dr Bose was quite piqued and asked me what was so wonderful in "that place" that I should enroll there. I kept quiet.
pradip bhattacharya
12/03/2010
Article Comment great read. i am reminded of Dr. Surendra Chandel who taught me Hamlet in the year 1982. the ghost of Hamlet still haunts me and every time i teach it to my students i feel i owe a great deal of my teaching technique to my guru. Way back, I had the privilege of reading a book by Tarak Nath Sen on Shakespeare but unfortunately forgot the title. the book or was it an article or a pamphlet! talked about Hamlet and Ophelia in a rarely, never heard before manner. i wish i could find that out and relish it all over again!
i liked the narrative. kudos to the writer.
hemant gahlot
12/01/2010
Article Comment Excellent piece of writing, Pradip! I remember you from my halcyon days as a postgraduate English student at Calcutta University. Hearty congratulations (long overdue) on your First Class First in M.A.

Did you ever tell Amalenbubabu your reasons for enrolling for M.A. through Presidency? And, if you did, what did he say?

In case you did not know, you missed a First in B.A. English Honours exam by just a few precious marks not because you were not good enough, but because the revered T N Sen, S C Sen Gupta, Tarapada Mukherjee, among others, were in charge of deciding who would get a First--the quality of one's performance in the written exam did not count for very much, if you wrote the exam as a student from another college.

All the best

Amit
Amit Raychaudhuri
09/07/2010
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