I tried my best to draw but my lines and squiggles were always the worst effort in the class.
And now I find that I have Jug Suraiya for company:
The Art test called for us to paint a political procession, a common sight in Calcutta, then as now. After two hours of intense aesthetic application I handed in my finished work: A rectangle of unrelieved, solid black. What on earth is this? asked Hennessey dazedly. A top view of a street procession, sir, after the procession has passed, sir, I replied. For once, Hennessey was speechless. He did murmur a 'Cochon!'. But it was an almost reverential 'Cochon!', as though to say 'Who is this swine whose swinishness passes all understanding?' Hennessey told me that he ought to give me a zero.But since no one, ever, in the history of Art had got a zero — that a zero went against the basic tenet of Art that anything has to signify something — he was awarding me 1 mark.My lowest was nine out of 50 when I was in the third standard. Eight was the passing mark. Maybe I can't write as well as Jug Suraiya but I certainly can draw better.