Artist Shombit Sengupta's Insights On Branding
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Image: Mallikarjun Katkol for Forbes India
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Shombit Sengupta
PROFILE:
Founder-chairman, Shining Consulting, author, artist
INSIGHTS:
- A brand must feel like a 30-year-old, irrespective of whether it is about beverages or banking
- If you need to understand the Zap Generation, you need to first know your own child at home
“I was born in 1954, in a village about 30 km from Kolkata, in a refugee colony. My father was from Dhaka and my mother from Khulna [in Bangladesh]. My father was in politics. My mother was a school teacher. We grew up in a slum without electricity. But my mother had a Christian colleague and I loved going to her place. We would go there and stay over sometimes. I learnt a lot about Christianity. She used to invite my mother to the Bell Institution, which was a railway club. I used to go along and watch movies like Hamlet. I used to listen to a lot of Western music there. My father was an educated man and he got me a lot of Russian books. So, even as I grew up in a refugee colony, my mind started absorbing and opening up to Western art, literature, music and, through these, the idea of design. Along the way, I met a gentleman named Sudhindra Roy. He used to work in a government office, but was an artist. He told me one day, never do something that you don’t like! He said that when the mind, brush and colours come together, only then you can create art. I didn’t understand it then, but it took me 40 years to realise that this man articulated my life in those words.”
So, Shombit Sengupta decided to study about the mind, the brush and colours.
He completed his schooling and joined the Government College of Art and Craft in Kolkata. One day, a woman friend took him home; she had lovely colours, canvases and other art material from England; she let him play with these. One day, she took him to the American Library at the US Consulate. Shombit felt odd in his Bengali kurta and pajamas and was awestruck by the place. There, he opened a book and, on the first page that he opened, saw Vincent van Gogh’s Sunflower. In that moment, a spell was cast on him; a voice told him that he had to go to Paris and learn art. But he had no money. When he told his mother about it, she sold off her only necklace, bought him a one-way ticket and with all of $8 dollars in his pocket, Shombit arrived in France. A kind-hearted man named Dr. C.K. Pine, who had no idea who the young man was, gave him a place to stay and 300 francs to start his life with. No questions were asked, no favour traded. Staying with Dr. Pine, Shombit started looking for work so that he could pay for his art education. It was very difficult; so difficult that he almost accepted the job of a pimp in a brothel. But on his way to work on day one, as the train stopped at a station before a tunnel — the final stop, the point of no return, lay ahead — Shombit jumped off and walked all the way back. He was desperate, but not willing to be desolate. From there, started a long journey of personal transformation.
He changed eight jobs, starting with sweeping the floor of a printing press as an undocumented alien. The owner severely underpaid him but, at great personal risk and kindness, hid Shombit whenever the French gendarme came looking.
Then he got his first regular job as an artist in an advertising agency and finally Sen (as he came to be known) became part of the haute-couture of strategic brand design.
Years later, he gave it all up, took a plane to Bangalore, bought an old, dilapidated factory in Whitefield, re-designed it himself and started his next life. Photographer Mallik Katakol and I are here to engage this man on what he thinks is the future.
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