MY HAPPIEST CREATIVE JOY

MY THOUGHTS MY POEMS : REMINISCENCE

It was !978 I was persuing my profession in medical service as a Specialist in Safgarjaang Hospita, Dehi and also my passion , like addiction in ppetry and Visua Art ( Waste-wood Scupture ) almost with same intensity.
then on day my friend and pubisher , Debkumar Basu of Vishwajnyan, Cacutta came and requested my company for a vist certain schoar and Write Umanath Bhattacharya )r and I agreed . We both , in my car , droved to Ramakrishnapuram Sector -v and his flat . On the way , Debkumar tod me a lot about him and that he was a self-made scolar in Sanakrit, Bengai , Engish and a poet too(in Engish) and one of the two best translator of Indian literature into Engish ( the other one ila Roy. As until then i had noe of my poems transated and I did not Know .
Deb kumar stroked on the woodwn door and adding up his characteristic Voice -Keu aachhen "( is there any body). Aand the door opened by a tall , slim , sharp-featured brahmin( he was bare above the waste an the sared thred betraying his high caste was evident. We were welcomed in cordialy .On the foor there was a matress spread out with ots of fuulscap papers and some of them filed up in writing. two or three pens were waiting around. HAfter requesting us to take our seats on the wooden cot , he made himsef seated in the matress and both the grand old man ( he was 78 yrs then) and Debkumar , my pubisher exchanged wecome greeting and a few other words .Now my pubisher took the oppotunity to introduce me to him teing - Sir, meet My friend Dr. P. Basu who brought me to you. I was all thetime scanning this old man-scholar. his eyes and look was so sharp ( wasnot wearing any gass) and with Socrtic simplicity and some magnaetic aura around him. He was aso studying my feature and told ' you are Dr, Basu of Delhi ? then you may not be. I learnt about one Basu of Delhi -- then suddeny he asked " your full name please. " Phani Basu ' - i replied. and he amist jumped up disobeying his age and chalenge 'you write Poetry..... A the time deb kumar , in his characteristic way ( he was once an actor and disciple of SHiSHIR BHADURY) was lauging soft and told me - Phani Dhara poret gachho ( Phani you are caught). I took the opportunity and admitted that i was that phani basu who writes poems too' . He came forward and embraced me and sang out loud - ' it must be providence ! My ord ! . See I was just transating one of your poems from a Calcutta periodica and see, the ink is not even dry."
Suddenly I was , as if ifted to a higher pane and was almost foating. Can it bre true ? can it be real ! that I have been trans ported to a plane where a an od Scolarly gentleman, amost 30 years older and wiser than me and whom i have never known or seen before , was translating my poem , hust when i was there. I sttod almost motion less and without breath for sone seconds and with foded hands saluted him and felt as if , even Rabindranath would have envied my good uck and the reward I received. (contd)