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Her dance of life

A journey into the life of Sonal Mansingh at the 50th edition of an author’s afternoon, presented by Shree Cement, with t2

TT Bureau   |   Published 20.12.17, 12:00 AM

‘Calcutta is a dream city for artistes. My earliest memories of Calcutta go back to the late ’60s,’ recalled Sonal Mansingh (left), in conversation with Sujata Prasad at Taj Bengal. 

From running away from home to being homeless to becoming a star to her brush with death, Odissi exponent Sonal Mansingh shared her fascinating journey at the 50th edition of An Author’s Afternoon — presented by Shree Cement and Taj Bengal, held in association with t2, Prabha Khaitan Foundation and literary agency Siyahi — at the Alipore star hotel. In conversation with her was Sujata Prasad, her biographer and the author of Sonal Mansingh: A Life Like No Other. Excerpts from the session...

GETTING TOGETHER

Sujata Prasad: By the time I was 15, I fancied myself as a great feminist and I was also dancing a little bit and following Sonal Mansingh’s life closely… almost stalking her (smiles). Her life seemed to me some sort of a feminist manifesto. Many years later I met her — it was just a chance meeting — and that propelled me to write this book. We did not start off by thinking about a big book. We thought we would work on a small book or an article and then we started meeting. There was a definite chemistry between us. 

Sonal Mansingh: Sujata came into my life suddenly. Her husband and she had come to dinner at my house and on an impulse she said, ‘Ma’am, I’d like to write something on dance and I want to make a children’s book.’ I said okay… I was very casual. We started somewhere and then lo and behold, before I realised, it got into my own life! Of course, you cannot talk about dance with me without me being involved in it because I do not look at dance and life separately, ever. My life has been a dance and dance has been my life. I have given many interviews but it’s not easy to persuade me to really open up…. Slowly our minds met and she was able to prise things out of me. 
(To Sujata) I would like to know, why did you choose me as your victim (laughs)?

Sujata: Given a chance who wouldn’t?! The format was very often the Joycean stream of consciousness. We would begin at some level and end at some completely different level. There were long monologues. This format helped me keep the text really light. 

It was so amazing to sit with her, at times there used to be intense conversations between us but it was completely non-linear… I rarely recorded and I almost never wrote, so it was also playing with memories. It was wonderful to get into the interiors of her thoughts. Of course, there were times when she was ready to kill me! She thought I was taking much too long. But I had a full-time job and I was looking after a very ill parent. I had all these excuses but I am so glad that I did it. It helped me get away from the slightly traumatic life I was leading as a bureaucrat. Plunging into her life took me away from my own life because I was facing a very troublesome time. I call her apa (elder sister). 

Sujata: We finished the book, but then spent three to four days wondering what the title should be. And now the title seems such a close fit.
Sonal: Yes, I think each life is different. When I look back, it’s really ‘a life like no other’. Till the last day of my life I will keep living. I am very passionate about things. I do not take nonsense and I do not like stupidity and sloth. There are so many things I don’t like but there are so many things I love… I love life, laughter, good food, travels, art, museums, rivers, swimming and I love ‘love’. 
Sujata: She is a unique example of femininity. She can be tender and so warm and at the same time she has such a certitude of opinions. She cannot be bullied at all. I tried to bully her at times and I got it back in full measure (laughs).

MEMORIES OF RAJ BHAVANS

Sujata: You grew up in the razzle-dazzle of different Raj Bhavans in Nagpur, Mumbai and Bangalore. Can you tell us a little bit about your life as a child?
Sonal: Raj Bhavans have been a part of my life because of my paternal grandfather (Mangal Das Pakvasa). He quit the Congress because he didn’t agree with (Jawaharlal) Nehru, but he was a Gandhian. At the time of Independence, there were only five provinces in India, unlike today. Nagpur was the capital of Central Provinces and Berar. At a young age we all shifted to Nagpur, a beautiful city where the Nehrus (were there) and Sardar Patel was like an elder brother to my grandfather. Morarji Desai was also a family friend, also Sarojini (Naidu). My childhood was a happy one because my grandfather invited great musicians and dancers like Uday Shankar to the Raj Bhavan for at least a week. Siddheshwari Devi used to call me Sonabai. For Pandit Omkarnath Thakur my mother was almost like an adopted daughter, so he loved us. M.S. Subbulakshmi, Bade Ghulam Ali Khan, Vilayat Khan… they all continued their friendship with me later when we returned to Mumbai, where I was born and where the family was. 
My mother was on various committees of All India Radio; there was no television then. Pandit Maniram told my mother, ‘Ab mera bhai (Pandit Jasraj) taiyyar ho gaya hai, thoda sun lijiye.’ So my mother said, ‘Sonal ka janamdin aa raha hai, aap le aaiye.’ So he (Pandit Jasraj) sang in our house in front of distinguished guests and friends. Jasrajji is such a wonderful person as you all know, but in the middle when he was young and handsome and had women all around him... ek bar mujhe thoda irritation ho gaya. I told him, ‘Aap mayurpankhi dhoti toh pehente hain lekin aap mayur mat baniye mere saath (laughs). Don’t forget you performed at my house on my birthday.’ And he was like, ‘Arey Sonalji...’. So I have many khatta-meetha beautiful memories.
Ravi Shankarji remained a dear friend till the end. His wife, Sukanya, still comes home. Bade Ghulam Ali Khan used to live in front of our house in Mumbai and we used to wake up with his riyaz, early in the morning. I have some great memories with artistes and friends. 

RUN-UP TO ARANGETRAM

Sujata: (To Sonal) Let’s talk about your Bangalore years. 
She actually ran away from home because she was passionately in love with dance and she decided that she was meant to be a dancer. She went off to Bangalore to learn dancing from her guru, Krishna Rao, and his wife, Chandrabhaga Devi. Then her arangetram (debut) happened in the darbar hall of Raj Bhavan in Bangalore. The run-up to the arangetram was really quirky and I would like apa to tell us about that. During her practice session she was supposed to show a woman in love. She had to distil the essence of Shringara rasa… the sensual and erotic essence of Shringara rasa and she was all of 16 or 17!
Sonal: I can’t help but say that unlike the 16s and 17s of today, where they know all about birds and bees... (that was) a very innocent Sonal... because firstly, among Gujarati families such information was never given, and secondly, it was a freedom fighter’s family, Gandhian. Thirdly, we never even thought about it. 
My guruji became very irritated one afternoon, closer to my arangetram in June 1961, because I could not get the love, the passion, the yearning. He said, ‘Everything is perfect but look at your face… dead fish eyes!’ It went on for a few days. One afternoon, I was rehearsing and I thought he is now going to give me a whack. Just then there was a sound in that hot afternoon from the street. He went to the window and looked out. And he called me. He said, ‘What’s that?’ I looked out and said, ‘Sir, monkeys are dancing.’ He pointed towards them and then to me and said, ‘Show me the difference between monkey and you.’ That one sentence went like an arrow through my heart. That became my life’s motive. We do all the gestures and movements that animals and birds do. I have seen so many people involuntarily behaving and interacting, they are not aware of where the hand is going, what they are looking at, how they are walking, how they are seated and this is where that one sentence made me aware of the difference between a monkey and a human being, that too a dancer.

‘AS LONG AS THEY LAST’

Sujata: You have had a fairly turbulent life in terms of your relationships and marriages. How have they impacted your life?
Sonal: I think marriages are wonderful as long as they last (laughs). They, of course, leave their imprint. I have learnt personally a lot from both my former husbands. One because of the Odisha connection (Lalit Mansingh), whose father was the great author and poet, Mayadhar Mansingh. And I must confess that I often thought that I should have married him (laughs). He was such a wonderful human being! 
He put me on to guru Kelucharan Mohapatra, saying that you are a star in Bharatanatyam, already dancing in Hyderabad and Bangalore, in Raj Bhavans and international film festivals and what not, but as an Odia bahu I think you should learn Odissi. 
Of course, his wife was not very pleased with it. Imagine 1965 and Odisha till today remains more orthodox than we can imagine. Nevertheless he inducted me into the institution in Cuttack. He just pointed his stick and they all came and fell at his feet. He said, ‘Kelu, this is my bahu Sonal and you will teach her Odissi’, and Kelu Sir took it upon himself for the next five  years to teach me Odissi. My foundations are very strong. Many choreographies were especially composed for me. 

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Sujata: Let’s get to the end of your marriage with Lalit Mansingh. You fought against daunting odds and you were homeless for days. How did you survive those years? 
Sonal: I was homeless for five years in Delhi. After the initial years in Raj Bhavans, where I grew up, and then ran away to Bangalore, I never went back to live in Mumbai with my parents. I went to Geneva to get married to Lalit, came back to Delhi… 1967 to 2017, exactly for 50 years in Delhi, in between was my separation with Lalit. He was in Kabul, I won’t say why but you can understand. 
Indira Gandhi was very annoyed with me. When I came back from Kabul and when she heard about it, she was very annoyed because she had taken me with her to Iran and Afghanistan. Those years prime ministers used to be culturally oriented and they used to take cultural delegations, not just industrialists and businessmen. So Lalit’s earlier quarters, two rooms in a Curzon Road apartment, were not allotted to me. I had no home. With two suitcases under a charpoy in my Bharatanatyam vocalist, Kamakshi Kuppuswamy’s quarters, I then went to India International Centre for some time and then I shifted with Rajgopal and his wife Maithili... five years I was homeless in Delhi. But even today I am homeless. I don’t possess any property. I have always lived in a rented ghar because I put in my money in establishing an institution, the Centre for Indian Classical Dance, which celebrated 40 years on April 30. I never wanted a home or land because the body is the only home I will ever have.

BRUSH WITH DEATH

Sujata: You have called yourself dwija, the twice-born. Tell us a little about your brush with death....
Sonal: In 1974, I was in Germany, doing workshops, and one weekend we had spent in Nuremberg with a German painter friend. By then I was with my German fiance. On our way back to Bayreuth, there were dense forests and the autobahn (motorway) was slippery as it had rained. 
Suddenly, a deer jumped across. We were in a Volkswagen Beetle, but unlike today, there were no safety belts. And when you go for one night, there are no big suitcases. The Beetle had its luggage carrier in front and the engine at the back, so there was no balancing factor. It did three somersaults and I was thrown out and, of course, I was unconscious. I had broken the 12th vertebra, which was powdered. Even today I don’t have my left collar bone! Luckily at 1am a car was passing by and they called the police. 
The hospital wanted to operate on me and insert a steel rod. But I said no, so they were left with a plaster cast. It was nothing short of Roman torture. On one table rested my chin and elbows and on another table was the rest of my body, knee-down. My broken back and ribs were like a swinging bridge. That’s how they put layers and layers of plaster cast. They expected me to scream because it was painful beyond words, but the Indian woman, the dancer, never gave in. I believe I went white and was sweating but not one choon. 
They later framed my photograph and it was in the hospital at Erlangen and the chief doctor’s office for many years. This changed me! Indira Gandhi’s telegram was the first to arrive at the hospital. So many known and unknown people sent messages. It made me realise that life is a bubble, you never know when your switch is off. 
From that time on I was very happy to help people who came to me. I thought to myself, what a blessing in disguise is my second birth that it has made me humble and made me aware of life as never before. Live life queen size and do whatever you can for others. If not anything, spread love. 

From ghugni to hot jalebi, the audience was treated to some of Calcutta’s favourite street food 

Gouri Basu (left) of Quadra Medical Services with Oindrilla Dutt of Open Doors. “Sonal Mansingh has taken dance to a different level of aesthetic refinement. She has also led an unusual life, and very passionately,” said Gouri, adding, “My favourite session of An Author’s Afternoon was the one with Jerry Pinto.”
Sujata Sen, the CEO of Future Hope (left), and Bharati Ray, vice-president, ICCR. “This is the 50th session and that itself shows that the organisers have been able to sustain a literary adda for such a long time. Calcutta loves good discussions. Reading is a supreme tool. Among the sessions I’ve attended, the one with Lady Mohini Kent Noon was quite interesting,” said Sen.
“An Author’s Afternoon is an important event on our monthly calendar. We are served the best of writers on a platter. I love the intimate setting and the opportunity to interact with the authors,” said arts curator Nandita Palchoudhuri, who was present for the first session, with author Pramod Kumar KG, on July 21, 2012. 
“This is a brilliant way of understanding what an author is writing about. After reading the book we get to know what the author is trying to convey through his or her book. Even if you have not read the book, hearing what went into writing the book is a different experience,” said Sunanda Awasthi, member, Millennium Mams’. 
“Sonal Mansingh’s confidence, in-depth knowledge and deep focus towards dance made the session really interesting. The evening was so lively, and the Taj terrace with the Calcutta winter added 
to the unforgettable charm,” said Namit Bajoria, director, Kutchina. 
“Jhalmuri man” Naushad of Taj Bengal has not only attended all 50 sessions of An Author’s Afternoon but is also everyone’s favourite. 
“I am a regular at An Author’s Afternoon. It is a pleasure to see that we have reached the 50th edition. This event is absolutely one of its kind. I always look forward to An Author’s Afternoon because I get to meet eminent personalities, and I have also been in conversation with some of them,” said director-actor Arindam Sil with wife Shukla. His fave sessions? Amish and Shatrughan Sinha.
“I think An Author’s Afternoon is a fabulous way to get people together. We get to know more about the people we love. We admire so many people but don’t get a chance to know them. These sessions enrich us,” said singer Usha Uthup as she caught up with host Sundeep Bhutoria.
(L-R) Tennis pro Enrico Piperno with wife Samira, and Samrat Datta, general manager, Taj Bengal. “It was great having Sonal Mansingh, a master of her art, at our beautiful terrace. The nip in the air, the literary gathering and the delightful spread of Calcutta street food gave a different dimension to the 50th edition of An Author’s Afternoon,” said Samrat.
Vocalist Soumyojit Das (left) and pianist Sourendro Mullick. “Sonal Mansingh proved that there is no limit to physical fitness. In fact, she dances while she speaks. We loved the 50th celebration of An Author’s Afternoon,” said Soumyojit.
“Sonalji’s life is one big adventure of someone who follows her dreams. It is inspiring for younger people. She is feisty, funny and her return to dance after the accident speaks of an invincible spirit,” said writer-filmmaker Sangeeta Datta. 
Modhurima Sinha, director of PR, Taj Bengal, surveys the chaat station. 
Manipuri dance exponent Priti Patel (left) with Sonal Mansingh. “I have been a great admirer of Sonalji and her art. It was fascinating to hear about her journey and how she has lived her life on her terms. I respect her for her grit and determination, especially when she got back to her dance after a near-fatal accident,” said Priti.
“I enjoyed the evening. Sonal Mansingh is a great exponent of classical dance and a very colourful personality. The session was really enriching for me,” said Russian consul-general Alexey Idamkin over a cup of tea.
“This event invites personalities from all walks of life and we get to know about their journey. An Author’s Afternoon is a gift to Calcutta. Despite my busy schedule, I rush to attend the sessions and getting the book in the end is the icing on the cake,” said  Nayantara Palchoudhuri, former president of the Indo-British Scholar’s Association.
“Sonal Mansingh is not merely an icon of Indian dance but an inspiration in human form. She makes me want to lead my life all over again. Sujata’s book brings her out as she really is — an extraordinary life, like no other,” said kantha revivalist Shamlu Dudeja.
Hari Mohan Bangur (second from right), managing director, Shree Cement, with wife Rajkamal (extreme right), son Prashant and daughter-in-law Ranu. “Quite an enriching experience. The book only provides us with the story but these sessions reveal so much more about the author,” said H.M. Bangur. 
Ten-month-old Aavya M Bhutoria was the youngest member in the audience. “It was a proud moment for us to organise the 50th edition of An Author’s Afternoon. We are humbled by the support we got from different authors and, of course, the great audience. Calcutta is truly a city of literature and culture,” said Aavya’s dad Sundeep Bhutoria of Prabha Khaitan Foundation.

Malancha Dasgupta
Pictures: Rashbehari Das



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