Sukanta Chaudhuri and his colleagues recently came out with a translation of the stories and miscellaneous writings of ‘Parashuram’, one of Bengal’s best-loved, and most feared, satirists.
Here’s a selection from ‘The Scripture Read Backwards’, a “what if India had ruled over England instead” piece Parashuram wrote around 1928-29:
The Richmond Banga-Ingiya Pathshala. Mr Cram, pandit in charge. Tom, Dick, Harry and other boys.
…Dick: “Where’s the Meti Pond, Pandit-mashai?
Cram. Why don’t you look at that map in front of you? It’s that sea near Italy. It used to be called the Mediterranean. The Indians couldn’t pronounce the name, so they started calling it the Meti Pond–just as they call Ulster Belestera, Switzerland Chhachhurabad, Bordeaux Booze-shop, Manchester Nimta. Get on with your reading.
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