*the 31st Moortidevi Award for the year 2017*
Famous Bengali artist Joy Goswami has been decided for the 31st Moortidevi Award for the year 2017 for his verse accumulation titled "Du Dondo Phowara Matro". It is a personal record of the writer's life highlighting his nearby ones including a pet feline. The work additionally echoes mystery trysts, chance loves and a greater amount of the fantastical quotidian which makes up the artists awareness. The honor comprises of a Saraswati Statue, a Citation Plaque and money honor of Rupees 4 lakh. It is the first time that this honor is given to Bengali writer.
About Joy Goswami:
Bliss Goswami is viewed as one of the finest artists in the 'post-Jibananda Das period' of Bengali verse. He is the writer of twenty-five accumulations of verse, ten books (one of which is inverse), and a book of basic papers. He is additionally right-hand proofreader of the vital artistic periodical, Desh, and is accountable for the verse area. Elaborately imaginative, erotic and imagistic, his verse shot to noticeable quality in the 1970s. Goswami has won various honors, including the Ananda Puraskar (in 1990 and 1998) and additionally the Sahitya Akademi Award in 2000. Be that as it may, he stays careful about such acknowledgment and the misguided feeling of privilege it can bring. "When I come back to my written work table," he says, "no honor will enable me to pen my contemplations."
Happiness Goswami was conceived in Kolkata and moved with his family at 5 years old to Ranaghat, an inaccessible suburb of the city. His dad kicked the bucket when Goswami was only 8 years of age, and his mom (who was the essence of a school) was to remain an imperative nearness in his life until her demise in 1984. Subsequent to finishing his secondary school training in Ranaghat, he surrendered formal instruction out and out.
At 19 years old, his lyrics were distributed all the while in three little magazines. In the following decade, his ballads were to show up in a few powerful scholarly diaries. In 1976 he began composing for Desh Patrika, a critical artistic magazine in Kolkata. His first gathering of verse, Christmas o Sheeter Sonnetguchcho (Sonnets of Christmas and Winter), was distributed when he was 23. Following thirty years in Ranaghat, Goswami came back to Kolkata where he has kept on living from that point onward. In 2001, he was a member of the International Writing Program of the University of Iowa through the US Department of State.
Once over the span of a meeting, Goswami offered a captivating true to life understanding into the centrality of the picture in his work. He reviewed that he frequently kept up a diary as a contemplative young man. In any case, one day his sibling happened to risk on one of these journals and read his sonnets so anyone might hear his companions. Profoundly mortified, the youthful artist chose to surrender composing. On reflection, in any case, he made plans to proceed, however in a way intended to confound any snooping kin. "There was this concurrent procedure of attempting to offer vent to my considerations and also a state of mind of endeavoring to stow away what I was attempting to express. That is the thing that I would call the introduction of analogy."
Goswami nurtures no hallucinations about changing the world with his verse. "Will my verse have the capacity to change the world attacked by the Gujarat riots?" he asks logically. "My girl once disclosed to me that she was getting to be pitiless . . . I just figured out how to stroke her hair. I knew my response wouldn't enable her to be less unfeeling. My ballads, similar to my strokes, . . . can just reassure, yet not cure."
The lyrics chose for this version of the India space are from Goswami's book, Surjo-Pora Chhai (Ashen Sun). They have been interpreted by short fiction essayist and writer, Sampurna Chattarji. Goswami recognizes (in the going with meet) that the beginning of the book was a condition of "unpleasant dejection". "It was 1999. A considerable measure was going on that was influencing me. The Kargil war, Kosovo, pictures of a huge number of displaced people escaping . . ."
The sonnets conjure a scene that is strange, anguished and visionary at the same time. The peruser becomes logically mindful of a feeling of instinctive unease and is slanted to trust Goswami when he says that the book "took three months to compose, from my escaping thinking stage to the last penning-down stage. I put it away and a half year later when I presented my original copy to the distributors, I found that I had been cured."
Cheers!