In
some of his own words
By Swapna Vora
May 14, 2008
(click
on the small image for full screen image with captions.)
'Yet, without a
family a sketch book in
hand and rupees fifteen in my pocket
I landed in Bombay of British India,
year 1936.' (M F Husain)
Sitting sideways
on time, MF Husain painted 'Lightning'. This then is the story of its
acquisition, about Srikant 'Kent' and Marguerite Charugundla, the manager
at Delhi's Maurya Sheraton, Indira Gandhi, the Congress party, the fruit
of Indian engineering brains and the telecom millionaires. Indian horses
are often christened Toofan (Storm) and Pawan (Wind), and M F Husain,
riding the same wind, called his, 'Lightning'.
Kent and Marguerite
Charugundla are major art collectors. In their love for Husain and after
their adventures with Lightning, they have produced a rather emotional,
wonderful memento: a book of tales, reminiscences, a sketch of words,
horses galloping through 50 years, drifts of memories, Bombay, the US
State Department in Delhi, early days of independence when again, finally,
we could paint our way and not be sternly restricted to the Slade school
or America's beloved Grandma.

Marguerite and Srikant, 'Kent' Charugundla |
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The first photo shows
India's loved Husain with his white beard and black achkan near a sharp,
strong painting of a mother and a baby, a heartbreaking self portrait. After
several articles by various collectors and many scholarly opinions, we see
'Lightning' through their eyes before finally reaching the painter's own
words.
Husain's horses have now cantered far and wide for they are scattered all
over the world. There is a wonderful centerfold, a picture of the painting
on off white paper, almost like a treasured print or a lithograph. And like
the original he is, Husain does a sketch of Kent and himself in the airport
shuttle at Delhi in 2004. The two flaps have self portraits of a young and
lithe Husain carrying a sketch of a horse and a signboard which reads, 'Not
for sale'. For, his work is swamped by buyers before he has even finished.
Dramatic
and powerful, these galloping horses are a reminder of Duldul, the historical
horse that belonged to Hazarat Imam Husain, Prophet Mohamed's martyred grandson.
As a child, Husain had seen Moharram processions when every Muslim locality
carries bright tazias representing the tombs as they remember and bewail
this sad story. Many weep as they walk the streets. Traditionally, Hindus
used to join these Shia processions. And again we Indians must count what
we have so carelessly lost. Where did those secular dreams go, who was that
temple for?
Born in Pandharpur, Maharashtra's temple town, and brought up in Indore,
Husain had often observed a farrier, his grandfather's friend, working with
horses. Then he knew too about Ashwamedh, when a Hindu king sent out a powerful,
white stallion to go where it will. If it remained unchallenged, the land
it covered automatically became a part of his kingdom: a tale known to every
Indian child. Husain also met Xu Beihong, that famous painter of horses,
who came to Shantiniketan, for he was loved by Tagore.
How Husain sees
his work is very different from the others who have commented on it. This
then is Husain's description: 'Lightning' was a mural specifically painted
as a background for the Congress party campaign, for a public rally in Mumbai's
Shivaji Park in '75, the year of the Emergency, (a horrific time for very
many). It was not commissioned, but was simply Husain's contribution to
record the country's progress. When great events are happening, he says,
you do not wait for commissions. Like bijli (Lightning), he had to be almost
instantaneous and says it had been extremely exhausting to paint such a
large painting in such a short period. 'It had possessed me and I was not
going to stop until I finished it,' he said. The work depicts the construction
of modern India. Indira, the green revolution where the Indian Government
spent millions in the Punjab to encourage massive food production, India's
seeking nuclear energy for its cities, the military protection offered by
the tanks, the farmers, the soldiers, and the factories which were finally
producing goods marked 'Made in India' are all there, he says. Asked
why he painted horses, he spoke about his fascination with the 1400 year
old Muhallam battle and said it was very similar to the Mahabharat epic.
"We read the text and sang the ballad, and it left strong impressions."
He described his horses, "The front is forceful and triumphant and
the back graceful like a woman…. That is how I depict my horses
- charging like a dragon in the front and graceful and elegant from the
back."
"Lightning
was not commissioned, Mrs. Gandhi had been a Prime Minister for 11 years.
This was my contribution to the cause. I chose to depict 11 horses signifying
the time and they stand for nuclear power, which was the future of our
country." It is an amazing painting with many ciphers of our time:
the red triangle used by the government in a birth control initiative.
However an inverted triangle means female power, the descent of grace,
for Hindus.
"During the
celebration of 100 years of struggle for freedom, which Gandhiji had fought
nonviolently against the British, I painted a 100 feet long canvas in
separate panels as a celebration of this great event."
Husain mentions how
he volunteers for a cause and likes his paintings to be on public view,
"not hidden away in somebody's house". He recalls painting at
a train station so millions could enjoy his work. "I enjoy working
on the walls, in large scale, for museums …. and prefer not to work
on canvas since one can roll a canvas and sell it." The symbols in
the painting are, he says, a "depiction of the progress India is
making in agriculture and defense. The tank symbolizes the struggle for
freedom and the family planning also is a sign of the progress India has
embraced. Large scale looks grand, is visible from a distance."
In the eighties,
Lightning had been lent to a theater group as a background. (Perhaps
for Equus?) Now the Charugundlas sought the largest painting Husain had
ever done. It was in storage in Faridabad and had to be brought out and
cleaned, rather dramatically, in a sealed-off Maurya Hotel lobby for all
the banquet halls were occupied. Now while the painting may go from right
to left like Urdu, Husain characteristically likes the sections to be
rearranged, displayed a little differently every time, so it remains alive.
Some people do not like their deities undressed and Husain, who has so
loved the Hindu gods, was temporarily in exile in London after painting
nude goddesses. Those days were long, increasing his longing for the narrow
busy lanes in Grant Road and Byculla and recalling what used to be. He
says those were slow days, with an echo now heard in his dripping paint.
Must every fundamentalist insist on running the universe his narrow way?
Can't we have compassion because someone exists or just because?
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Ms Neelam Deo |
Almost a centenarian,
Husain still has real enthusiasm for almost everything. He is kind to
the press, thoroughly enjoys our inane questions, pushes forward other
artists, and is fully conversant with the chaos, the bathos and the tanks
and turbines of our time. He charmed the cabdriver who recognized him
in Manhattan, he bowed graciously to the awestruck hotel manager and sketched
generously for the receptionist who merely asked him to sign in.
"I am trying
to capture Arab civilization." He says about his painting 50 large
panes for Dubai. He says in 30 years Dubai is doing what Europe took 300
years to do. "It's like cut off poetry", he said, "Where
the poet got fed up with the logic of thought … where even if you
mix the lines, there is still logic, meaning. You get a new dimension."
"Lightning
is pure energy, a tremendous force, the life force. As an artist after
a while, you do not struggle to paint a good painting or worry over the
language of painting, you go beyond that and then what you do is you are
painting history."
And the book has
some good photos of Husain, (with shoes)! He says to Kent and Marguerite,
"I am very happy that you exist, for you take Indian art to a new
level."
MF Husain's autobiography:
Here I am
at 90 plus and people call me a painter.
I wonder!
Let me reverse the
time frame.
At 80 I gained the title of Great grandfather
And by 70 the "Great" was taken off
To be a mere grandfather.
By 60 the "grand"
too disappeared.
As father I became very productive.
Six children and hundreds of paintings.
Yet, without a family, a sketch book in
hand and rupees fifteen in my pocket
I landed in Bombay of British India,
year 1936.
Slept my first night
on the street
under red light.
May be that night I dreamt the loss
of my mother's lap soon after my
birth in 1915.
A motherless boy
starts his long long
journey into the world
barefoot.
'Lightning': From
the private collection of Marguerite and Kent Charugundla, printed by
Pragati Offset Pvt. Ltd., Hyderabad , India, 2007
Edited by Marguerite Charugundla and Deepanajana D. Klein, Ph D.
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