Biography of Sutapa Chaudhuri
Born in Kolkata, India,1970, Sutapa Chaudhuri, a PhD in English Literature, is a bilingual poet and a versatile creative writer writing in both Bengali and English. A scholar, a critic, a translator, and an academic, Dr. Chaudhuri has several publications, critical and creative, in a number of reputed literary journals, magazines and books to her credit. She has written many travelogues and essays for children too. Dr. Chaudhuri has lived significant parts of her life in the U.S.A and Japan; and spent 10 long years in Gujarat in western India, a place she considers as her second home. She is currently an Assistant Professor in English, at a College. She lives in south Kolkata with her parents, her teenage daughter and her scientist husband.
Sutapa Chaudhuri's Works:
Among her significant publications, Dr. Sutapa Chaudhuri has edited Virginia Woolf’s feminist essay A Room of One’s Own (2009): Shifting Identities: Constructions and Re-constructions of the Feminine in Indian Literatures, an anthology of critical essays, (2011) and authored Re-reading the Poems of Christina Rossetti(2011) .
Broken Rhapsodies (2011) is her first book of poems.
Sutapa Chaudhuri Poems
No. Feminism Doesn't mean you're promiscuous Only that you refuse to be contained-
On Her Fifth Birthday
I became a mother today, You a little girl- A soft cuddly ball of love Held close in my arms.
however you might trample me I will rise again. untouched, unloved, unheeded- defined, deified, dismembered
rejection confines the very fibre of life bones chilled frost bitten
In Tune With My True Colours
My true colors lie hidden not fair, nor dusky I search for my true colours I want to be like myself
My May Born
my jasmine spreading perfume in the wind my sprite of sun dancing on the rays my starlight, moonbeam undaunted, blazing,
Just For A Day
Just for a day we'd face the sun just for a day we'd dare
In bright and beautiful hues Warmth nestles in a lovely face ' Innocent, unknowing still, Oblivious of reality,
I'm going mad, I say the everlasting tedium of my days the endless unappreciated work the platitudes of daily life
I'm the same woman as you are only I don't believe in carrying a mark
in another place, in another time- in a lost world long forgotten… youthful laughter
I'm so lonely, would you be my friend? just be a friend that's all I want nothing more
A long day ends incessant drudgery lights up the dusty crevices night descends
the world wrapped in black and white sheathed in shadows deathly daggers
I can call anybody now.
All have their numbers listed.
Phonebooks also at easy access.
But there's no one to call.
Somehow I'm still searching
lost in a maze
the jungle of names
too easy perhaps.
Even without a reading glass