WHEN I first saw Kalighat paintings in the Victoria & Albert Museum in 1982, they at once struck me for their contemporary appeal both in terms of invention of new pictorial language and their rendering of foppish babus, trendy bibis, dimwit dandies and seductive courtesans, with a tinge of sardonic mockery, unforeseen in Indian painting. The Kalighat artists were charmed by the academic shading seen in the European prints widely circulated in Calcutta. Deploying a form of vestigial European chiaroscuro in combination with their earlier practice of making clay figures, they created an illusion of rotundity which was used most effectively to portray a roly-poly sadhu, a pompous ejuraj (diminutive of ,educated raja'), a voluptuous prostitute or a pot-bellied Shiva.