At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
Very early in life I knew I wasn’t immortal, I read all kinds of poems where man is called a mortal being. That was then and this is now.
Now with all the inventions, technology, writings of various people the thought is ingrained in my mind, I cannot do any of these things so I fall in the category of mortal humans.
Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish– and what it was like to to set it free.
It was the first time I had attempted to translate a poem of Tagore. I was advised by one of my classmates in the online course to translate Tagore’s poetry.
He said it because I am a Bengali and that it should be easy for me to do the work.
Over the years I have read Tagore’s poetry and picked one’s I loved because of their rhythm and the beautiful words the poet used to describe nature. I memorized them and frequently repeated them, it gave me a kind of delight I could never explain.
When I was confronted with the task of translating Tagore’s poetry into English it gave me the jitters, I never thought in my wildest dream I was adept to try it. Rather than tell my friend I was incapable, because the hidden pride in me wouldn’t let me admit the fact.
I took out Tagore’s collection of poems, I picked one that I had recited as a child, I started translating it, it took me a long time to complete it, then the editing, reading and rereading began. I came to a point where I was tired of it.
When I was convinced I have done my best, I nervously clicked the publish button.
Then I waited to see the comment from my friend. He was very generous in his comment and I was ecstatic, I had crossed the first hurdle!