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Even though the Covid-19 situation has been improving in many 4 Emperor of the past- Cyril Dabydeen
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Dr Devi Rajab is an award-winning journalist and the author of several books. Now she is the Chairperson of
Democracy Development Program. She is also the former Dean of Student Development at UKZN.
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Flash fiction
EMPEROR OF THE PAST
by Cyril Dabydeen
Won Ling washes himself with vigour, pulling the cloth The other bathers laugh slyly. Won Ling laughs back, came to China to the fabled, Middle Kingdom. Imperial
tightly on his head, then down his shoulders and to his yes. China with mandarins famous for their intricate letter-
thighs in a perfect rhythm. Unplanned, unrehearsed. writing scripts, and the tapestry of paper drawings with
The others in the showers look at him with curiosity or Words, rhythm—a mixture of English and exquisite shapes, contours. Eunuchs making art with
intrigue. Won Ling’s indifferent to everyone, being in his Cantonese, or Mandarin. delicate fingers in sheer symmetry. The perfect mind
own time and place. aimed for with harmony. Won Ling casts another
Broken phrases, intonation--surely his
sideways glance at me.
Uninhibitedly he keeps being at it for inflection. The Yangtze River and the Red River come
almost an hour twisting his smallish body, as the others closer, and masses of people moving over great long How perfect can it be?
make faces. fields across China; and those waving embroidered
parasols, the middle and upper classes, the bamboo- And what European was bold enough to
“How much longer?” one taunts. made parasols almost gaudy-looking. Won Ling in rain want to meet the Emperor with designs for a new China
or sunshine, then in Shanghai and Beijing. Where else? fashioned after the West?
Won Ling’s hard-of-hearing, see.
I keep travelling with him. Along the Great The bathers look at me askance. Won Ling
Water cascades, in almost perfect motion. Wall of China next. gestures officiously. Another parasol twists into a
“How much...longer?” he echoes. He crinkles his eyes concave shape, as a strong wind blows. Unconsciously I
on a round but marked face; his skin is light-brownish Let Chairman Mao stop him from going on hold up my own parasol, like an almost exotic tree that
as toffee; a seventy-year-old he is, ah. another Long March. suddenly blooms. Ancient Chinese artefacts…wavering.
Whose ancestry are we really talking about? Whither
“Yes,” he answers himself. And see, he Oh, you!
India where I might have actually come from?
knew venerable Chiang Kai-shek, I must know. “Really
Forbidding places everywhere. I play along being Marco
Chiang Kai-shek?” He’d been with the Cultural Revolution,
Polo. The others yet make faces...at him. Not at me?
then at the Tianamen Square revolt dramatically trying
“You Indian?” he glares at me. to stop a huge big tank coming at him! Bent on suicide,
“Really fooled you, eh?” Won Ling
it seemed. Let the world’s photographers take pictures
humours me.
And why did he come to Canada? Our that would last a lifetime.
being here now, like our foreordained place. “Why?” he
A waterfall close to a river, like the
asks, in an almost disdainful manner. The Red River and the Yangtze overflow
Yangtze. Now I’m travelling along the totemic Silk Road.
their banks.
Yes, Won Ling braces himself for more with time
His English is without need of translation,
inexorably passing. My not being far from the Middle
see. He pulls the wash cloth harder looking at me. He Won Ling winks an eye at me. The great big
Kingdom, like my own self-created Xanadu.
was in the Kuomintang with Chiang Kai-shek, sure. maw of a land mass with close-by islands. Hong Kong.
Taiwan. Where else? The Great Wall keeps moving in a
I take a deep breath with our being here in
“Will you go back there?” I humour him, curve with terraces, hills. Mountains loom ahead.
Ottawa, now like the only authentic place left on earth.
without mimicry.
Verisimilitude I aim for with narrative ease. How far do
The other bathers look at him more
His expression is gnomic; his teeth almost I really want to go?
curiously.
stained, some broken.
Won Ling approves with a nod of his head.
Maybe he came from northern China, if
I imagine him next being during the time of Water keeps pouring, like a waterfall. He turns and
Hubei Province. Won Ling goes up and down, then to
the Qing dynasty. looks another way; and it’s what’s recovered from the
the south again. His tattered family he’d left behind,
past. Prisms…water and light. He rubs his body hard in
see. Now being face-to-face with Chairman Mao, who
Why not? more than a ritual cleansing, like his final act. Farewell
insisted that Won Ling must join the Long March of
now here in our own self-created Middle Kingdom in
workers and peasants. And he would never see his
Ancient China, then the Boxer Rebellion, Canada. Nowhere else!
family again in the turmoil of war-cum-socialist
and the Opium Wars in our ken. Won Ling quavers,
revolution.
because of what ravaged a whole country when Cyril Dabydeen’s
Chairman Mao Zedong led millions on the Long March work has appeared in over 60
He pulls the wash-cloth over his face, eyes.
and brought the Communist system to mostly rural literary mags and anthologies,
Like what Confucius vicariously compelled him to do.
places. including Poetry (Chicago),
Oh, my own mind-wandering way it is.
Prairie Schooner (US), The
How Indian am I?
“Are you sure?” I ask. Critical Quarterly (UK),
Won Ling whirs, telling me about another Canadian Literature, and the Oxford, Penguin and
“Sure about what?”
peasant revolt. He’d actually been with the masses; he Heinemann Books of Caribbean Verse and Fiction.
challenges me to doubt him. His body is pristine- Newcomers or old-timers in one place, He’s a former Poet Laureate of Ottawa (1984-87).
looking. Cleansing his soul too, yes. Confucius, note with one memory, like a collective unconsciousness He has taught Creative Writing at the University of
well. only. Now ask him about the first Europeans who Ottawa for many years. Born in Guyana, S.
America. Contact: cdabydeen@ncf.ca
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Poetry corner
They burst through the clouds, high on life, ‘Yes,’ he replies, ‘but I missed you so.’
The dashing brigadier and his beautiful wife. She whispers back and says, ‘I know,
A cheer goes up from the gathered crowds, but it was too soon, look how sad she is.’
‘Welcome,’ they cry, ‘now shrug off your shrouds.’ They gaze down together and saw me writing this.
Beaming with joy, he shows her around, ‘She’ll be fine you know, she’s ours and strong,
this peaceful Haven they both have found. And she’s found a tribe in which to belong.
Family and friends long gone from earth, Her words will always cleanse her sorrow.’
come up to them, almost skipping with mirth. You are right, my loves, come tomorrow,
‘Is it always like this?’ Ma asks, holding on to his I’ll heal, I’ll dance, I will be fine.
hand. So, rest easy now, Mukti will be mine!
He’d arrived two months ago, to survey the land.
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Opinion
Porous Borders
by Anjana Sen
6th May 2020 A little compassion would go a long way to the India has vaccinated 160 million people till date.
‘You and your conspiracy theories,’ I chided gently, help boost the morale of the million strong band of That is half the population of USA and two and a half
knowing well how anxious he already was. A doctor volunteers. How can a system collapse when not a times that of the UK. And still, that remains only
himself, he had lost both parents to the virus in the single doctor has quit his post? Or a nurse fled from 13% of the people.
last few weeks. And his wife had now tested hers? Every hospital in the country continues to Another fact which has been left ignored is that 66
positive. My cousin needed to rant, so I let him. stand, albeit shakily, and fight as hard as they can. million doses of the vaccine were sent from India to
‘You have no idea what the neighbours are up to,’ For this is a war! other countries, of which, 11 million doses were in
he said. ‘They have publicly announced on their The young, the able, the internet savvy, the rich, the form of free aid to the less privileged nations.
national news, they are now the world leaders of the poor, everyone is doing something, anything Whilst it is easy to criticise, let us appreciate the
Space Technology and Biological Warfare. Did you they can to help. Well organised and networked monstrous scale of the operation and the supply
not see those disgusting images posted by the groups have sprung up overnight as a go-to guide chain. And the tremendous resilience of the nation
Chinese Central Political and Legal Affairs for hospitals with beds, oxygen, or medicine. These to even think at this scale.
Commission?’ groups, mostly comprising very young people, have People continue to pour in.
‘Yes, I have,’ I muttered, changing the subject to a three-tier manpower system. Those working the Two years ago, the world news was headlined by
something more palatable. computers (or phones), updating information by the the Rohingya Muslims fleeing from Burma (or
Those images, continued to do the rounds on second, those out on their cars, bikes or even on Myanmar). Where do you think they ended up?
social media. Originally posted by an employee of foot who source the supplies relentlessly, and the Bangladesh could not accommodate them, so they
the above mentioned CCPLAC, it had two pictures third group who make themselves available to the are all in Indian West Bengal, creeping in through
adjacent to each other. The first was a space rocket greater public with their information dissemination. porous borders, being housed and fed by the
taking off, and the second, a raging cremation pyre. Would it not be nice, if the Delhi BBC government. Cynics might say the Chief Minister
The caption read, ‘How we light a fire in China, and correspondent, stopped one of these kids on the added numbers to her vote bank.
how they light a fire in India.’ streets, or in the hospitals and interviewed them? But they live to tell the tale. The tale which the
The thinking world had exploded in fury, the And relayed to the world that most people were world media chose not to tell.
thinking press had demanded an apology. The post good. There was hope for the future if these young Talking about porous borders… the government
was subsequently taken down, but no apology has ones were to inherit this earth. here has laid down strict rules for returning
been made to date. The reason I choose not to engage with my cousin residents. When I returned to the UK from India last
I use the words ‘thinking press’ with much or other friends (sometimes, even my husband) on month, I self-quarantined at home, diligently for 10
deliberation. What we see on the news here in the the neighbourly love from China, is, I believe this is days. Going without milk for the last two days. Folk
UK, are shamefully sensational images and video not the time to point fingers. advised me to leave my phone at home and nip out
repeats from irresponsible media giants. At the media, irresponsible or not, politicians, to shops. I did not.
A surprisingly large majority of the educated corrupt or not, or even the public, answerable or My husband will return soon, hopefully, but
public in India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and even Nepal not. The worst has happened, it is what it is. Let us because India is now in the red zone, he will need to
(with the highest per capita positive cases today) all band together and fix this wretchedness, there quarantine at a Heathrow hotel for 10 days at his
believe this to be the truth. There are reports of will be an infinity for post-mortems, and systems own cost (1750£). The advice we have received
findings of Chinese sleeper cells scattered across will be put in place, from well-meaning British friends will make you
the sub-continent, poised to spread mass infection Was it not the same here in the UK last year, when smile. They say he should travel to Sri Lanka or the
just before the elections. They ask if it was a co- the braying and hysterical media blamed the Maldives, or even Istanbul. Stay there very cheaply
incidence that the numbers began to spike just as government for everything? We came out of that for ten days, and then return home to the UK to
the election rallies began? through sacrifice, discipline, and the positivity of avoid institutional quarantine. Apparently, this is
collective clapping. India and her little brothers and what is happening under the noses of the
Who can deny that the people of India are equally sisters will as well. authorities who make the rules.
to blame? With their exuberant and excessive Here are some statistics to enable you to properly And that, my friends, is how borders get porous!
partying, lobbying, and worshipping, en-masse, grasp the size of the operation necessary in India.
after politicians declared, rather prematurely, that (Please bear in mind that these are valid figures at
the beast had been slain? the time of writing this article, early May 2021). Anjana Sen spent her
The collective population of the US, Russia, childhood years, all over
However, that does not condone the world Germany, Turkey, UK, France, Italy, Spain, Poland, India, and later travelled the
media’s morbid obsession with images of open Romania, Netherlands, Greece, Belgium, Czech world before ‘settling’ in
cremations and lofty declaration of a collapsed Republic, Portugal, Sweden, Hungary, Switzerland, Scotland (Glasgow) in 2000.
system. Were similar images being shown of mass Bulgaria, and Denmark is 1053 million. Add to that She has been writing in
burials in the US when the numbers had peaked the population of the smaller countries in Europe, earnest over the last three years. She is a
there last year? Were fingers pointed in blame and plus Brazil and Argentina, and you add up to 1369.5 member of the Scottish Association of Writers,
accusation at Italy and Brazil when they were million. and also the Secretary for Eastwood Writers.
struggling? Thus, we arrive at the population of India, estimated
between 1360 to 1380 million.
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Book Review
The cover is a piece of art by designer Pinaki De, with a A remarkable novel comes alive to us in Kannan’s
Gramophone spouting wood roses and the Veena; an evocative and smooth narrative flow, to reflect on the
alluring threshold to the world of wonder within. hard hitting realism, the vibrancy of characterization,
Structured in two parts, part one with the sketch of the New Delhi; Orient Black Swan, 1979, 2021. Rs.575/- the ephemeral passion, the thrill of music programmes
Violin, deals with the life of four -year old Ammani from and the lush landscape teeming with human foibles.
Annavasal her birthplace, to her new home in Madras. After Gopali’s first embrace, Janakiraman delineates
Ammani’s monologue brings alive her milieu. Her her dilemma sensitively, implicating the landscape, the
ubiquitous laughter gestures to the hypocrisy around; river Kaveri flowing in limpid green and the new bridge Professor Mini Nanda taught
whether in marriage pandals, replete with bride and moving to the west and the old bridge to the east, in the Dept. of English,
groom; the puffed cheeked nadaswarm musician and Should Ammani take the trodden path or cross over to University of Rajasthan,
‘toddlers immersed in their soliloquies’ (3), or loud new pastures? In all her decisions Periamma supports Jaipur and guided Ph.D. and
mourners in death congregations. Ammani is a child of Ammani, testifying to an ancient bond both share. M.Phil dissertations on
nature, discarding clothes and wrapping herself in palm Periamma cooks an elaborate meal for the two of them diverse themes. She
leaves; she is intelligent, sensitive and observant. As a and lavishes her love on Ammani. coordinated, taught and
young girl flooded with love letters, Ammani is also a designed courses for Guelph-India and
silent witness to the spectacle of an upper caste, young In Part 2 with the motif of Mridangam, we meet the Minnesota-India Programmes; on Indian Writing in
widow caught in the trap of nine yard white twenty-three year Ammani as a very successful dancer, English & in Translation. She has been invited as
shroud/saree, lying limp with tonsured head. In a performing in India and abroad, supported by her lover resource person to Conferences in India and
moment, Ammani abjures marriage, tradition and her Gopali. The young Pattabhi, Gopali’s nephew and ward abroad. Her areas of interest include Culture,
hometown as ‘rancid buttermilk’. Her parents fail to is a contrast to the sexagenarian singer, he has no ear Film Studies, Women’s Writing and World
straightjacket her and her aunt and uncle- Periamma for music, is muscular, an excellent cook, companion, Literatures. She has recently edited a book of
and Periappa provide her a home, love and freedom. nurse and lover to Ammani. Bruce the American soldier, translated short stories for Sahitya Akademi and
a Vietnam veteran, loves Ammani as a pure soul who co-edited a book Literary Constructs of the Self.
Music brings her close to the iconic singer Gopali; gifted a clear conscience to him. She is one who lives
whose mesmerising notes captivate everyone. Ammani unafraid on her own terms. It is only with Pattabhi that
moves to Madras for higher studies, to learn dance and Ammani voices her apprehensions in letters, her
into a house provided by Gopali. Her room with the play anguish and longing for a personal god.
of light and shadow, spattering magical patterns on the
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Radha Pant was a pioneering Indian woman scientist disappointment as college after college, including lecturer in the University’s Science Faculty. It was here
who contributed conspicuously to plant, insect and Delhi’s progressive institutions –St Stephens and Hindu that she met and in 1946 married the eminent Professor
nutritional Biochemistry. At a time when the formal College – refused her admission on the ground that it of Palaeobotany, Divya Darshan Pant, then a young
education of girls was frowned upon and opposed, was totally unprecedented! Lecturer in the University’s Botany Department. She
Radha’s determination to become a scientist saw her thus became one of the first women in India to have to
overcome significant challenges, both personal and Radha’s determination and strength of character now balance her professional life alongside being a young
societal. She thus became not only a scientist but was came to the fore. To galvanize her father into action, she wife and mother. With no role models to follow to
also internationally recognised for her contributions in took the extraordinary step of resorting to a 36 hours’ balance these demanding roles, Radha always credited
her chosen field. hunger strike. This was inspired by Mahatma Gandhi’s her success in this delicate balancing act to her mother
ongoing anti- British agitations. Though adopted in a big who she said offered her constant support and
To Radha belongs the credit of establishing a brand new way in modern times as a powerful tool against British encouragement.
Department of Biochemistry in the University of misrule by Gandhi, he had actually dug out this weapon
Allahabad and of introducing a course leading to a from India’s ancient armory. Pressured by her Around the mid-1950s, Radha was awarded a Fellowship
Master’s degree in the subject. Here, Radha with her determination, Radha’s father approached the Principal by the British Council to conduct post-doctoral research
team of scientists, undertook research in applied at University College London. Fortunately, her
and basic science. Their field of investigation husband also received a similar Fellowship. So,
included heart disease and diet, legumes, cactus together they set sail for the UK in 1954 to pursue
seeds, silkworms and plant latex and their postdoctoral research for the next two years.
findings were published in leading international
journals. Very importantly, Radha’s seminal work Upon returning to Allahabad in 1956, Radha was
in developing a simple method to extract and eager to continue her research work and
detoxify proteins from non-edible, wild obtained a grant from the Council for Scientific
leguminous seeds growing abundantly in various and Industrial Research, but she had absolutely
parts of India, is recognised as a novel and no research facilities. Describing the starkness of
outstanding contribution in combating famine in the situation in her autobiography ‘Ever a
the developing world. Fighter’, she writes: “All I had were six bare
rooms — not even a shelf or rack, not to mention
The youngest of six siblings, KS Radha was born into a of Delhi’s Hindu College again to admit her and this time any sophisticated instruments. I had no laboratory, no
Brahmin Iyer family in Palghat’s Kalpathy village in he succeeded. Thus, Hindu College became the first in chemicals and no library!”
Kerala. Her father, Shivarama Krishna Iyer, was an officer northern India to take the revolutionary step of enrolling
in the Military Accounts Department and her mother Radha as its first and only girl to study Science at Once again Radha’s determination came to her rescue.
Subbulakshmi, was a highly intelligent though Intermediate level with males. She persevered in building research facilities over the
traditionally educated woman. The children were next two decades. Funding from the University Grants
brought up with loving care, but the rigid social Radha’s challenges did not end there. Unused to having Commission and grants from the USA’s USPL480 funds
helped Radha to continue achieving her goals.
conservatism of their community regarding the a female in their midst, some of her male classmates
education and marriage of girls, hung over them like a heckled and bullied her. But when Radha calmly ignored As Radha’s research gained recognition, she was
dark shadow. Thus, Radha’s older sister about 10 years them and besides excelling in academics, shone in admitted as a Fellow of the Royal Chemical Society and
her senior, learned the 3 Rs at home and was married extracurricular activities winning prizes and medals in was invited as a Visiting Professor for collaborative
off when barely in her early teens. debates and writing competitions, their objectionable research by top academic bodies in Europe and
behavior turned into admiration. Radha not only passed America. These included Germany’s Physiologisches
Despite their community’s social control, Radha’s the Intermediate Exam with a First Class, she also stood Chemisches Institut, Wurzburg, the Institute of Science,
mother was increasingly aware of the merits of formal second in order of merit. Next, she began her graduation Halle am Saale, as well as the Stanford Medical Centre,
female education. Being literate and open to ideas, she at Hindu College and was soon awarded a BSc degree Palo Alto, California.
wanted to provide formal education to her younger with the highest marks in her class. She thus Though an avid academic globetrotter, Radha remained
daughter. Radha became the first in her family - and her
distinguished herself as a topper and the first woman attached to her base in Allahabad and continued her
community - to receive such education when at the age
Science graduate of Delhi University. academic pursuits well after her retirement from the
of 5, she was enrolled as a boarder at Hingne’s
Mahilashram High School near Pune. A pioneering University in 1978. In her spare time she wrote a book
In 1936, she moved to Bombay to join the prestigious St of popular science articles for children, was a regular
institution, the Mahilashram established in 1896, was a
brainchild of Maharishi Karve, who supported female Xavier’s College where she was awarded the MSc contributor of radio talks for All India Radio and wrote
education. Though it was difficult to be separated from degree. Soon she also obtained a PhD in Chemistry from English short stories and poems.
her family at this tender age, the arrangement helped Bombay University. Radha was awarded a coveted four-
This pioneering lady has still to receive due recognition
Radha to continue her primary education undisturbed year Fellowship from Bombay University and during this
from the institution she served lifelong with distinction.
while her father was transferred to various cities in the tenure completed pioneering research. Many grants and Her seminal role and her contribution to Biochemistry
country. positions followed. Radha soon moved to Bombay’s G.S. were, however, prominently commemorated by the
Medical College with a Research Fellowship (1940– international community and her peers. In the 1980s, a
Radha’s desire to continue her studies also won her
1942) and next joined Haffkine Institute as a Nutritional monograph of her vital contributions to the field of
mother’s support. Convinced that further education was
Biochemist. Then in 1945, Radha was headhunted and sericultural research were published by Sericologia,
essential, she allayed her husband’s fears regarding
violating established social norms antithetical to female offered a Lecturership in Biochemistry at the University France’s reputed academic journal of the International
education. After enrolling as a boarder at Delhi’s of Allahabad by its dynamic Vice Chancellor, Amarnath Sericultural Commission. After 2001, Radha moved to
Indraprastha High School, Radha passed the High School Jha (1897-1955). Mumbai to live with her son’s family where she passed
examination with flying colours. away in 2003.
The switch from metropolitan Bombay to a provincial
Dr. Kusum Pant Joshi is a Social Historian,
However, Radha’s desire to pursue Science met with town was huge! Radha missed Bombay’s Researcher and Writer. Kusum was Project
stiff resistance. This was the early 1930s when the idea cosmopolitanism and her circle of friends. But, Manager for Publications & Digital Media in
of females entering the field of science at Intermediate Allahabad University was in its heyday and she gradually London’s Central Office of Information (COI).
level was unheard of. Radha faced bitter grew accustomed to it. She became the first woman
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Imtiaz Dharker, a poet who is our national Hence, ‘The morning sun makes them/ look
And you are
treasure, on theathreshold,
captures poet’s quest more aptly: handsome,’ points to a positive outlook we can
have of what we have. However, like a
a few pages fallen at your feet, rooted in the thought contemplative tree, a poised look allows us to
that you will feed the earth, accept reality in a more philosophical manner:
But we know better./We – trees and I –/look at
that you will grow into a tree and the words
each other/and one by one/(for the umpteenth
will come back green.
time)/silently count our leaves.
Alexander Shurbanov
THE TEARS
In Shurbanov, words are emphatically coming back
green!
How fragrant the cedar’s tears!
How silently they trickle There are no ambiguities in Shurbanov’s poems.
down the rough trunk’s deep wrinkles. Art is always suggestive and he fulfils that promise.
How clear those tears are
and, oh, how heavy. Scalino, ISBN 9786197043624
A BOUGH
It’s as if In Shurbanov,, I have discovered calmness, poise,
out my window
they’ve been held back for years. is shaking in despair. and a balanced view we all must learn from
And what is this weeping for? Before I looked up standing next to a tree and understanding their
Such a huge tree! there was a bird there. being. What is dissimilar can often only be
Why doesn’t it say anything? observed or extracted in a meaningful expression
To anyone? by a great poet with profound imagination.
There are two ways these lines play out. In both,
poet’s desperation is reflected by a bough; as a
When you read such an elusive narrative at the cliché would have it, no one knows which way the See how Imtiaz Dharker plays with fruits and
level of tree’s minimalism, juxtaposed with wind is blowing! For the last two lines; the first trees in these lines:
profoundly revealing complexity of human impression is that the poet is listening to this
emotions, you cannot but get haunted by its despair and his gaze is grounded. But he hears a Don’t bring me mangoes or guavas
construal. You marvel at how the poet has bird, a change, and looks up in hope. In the other, or figs in your suitcase from Lahore,
zeroed into poetic beauty with no distractions. it implies that before this despair, when the poet she said. Bring me instead
Shurbanov has received The Honorary Medal looked, the bough had a bird perched on it. Now from the giant tree on the magic continent
of Sofia University, the Hristo G. Danov that it has abandoned the tree, a song that was life the plump jamun fruit with the bloom
National Prize for overall contribution to is no more; leaving the tree waving its bough in of longing on the skin.
culture, and the ASKEER Award for despair at the loss. When poems are simple and
contribution to the art of theatre. His poems well-distilled, they are less drilled, but more subtle Be sure to get there before the thieving
are as unassuming as any tree standing in the in creating layers of different perceptions and parakeets. Under the tree spread out
forest, not bothered about us, but meaning. That is a trick to the beauty Shurbanov white sheets. Take a long stick
emphatically drawing us in their has mastered in his poems. There is a contradicting and tap at a branch to surprise the fruit
contemplative presence. Over the decades, he and deceptive parallax in this poem. It creates its out of the tree. It will shower down,
has taught English literature at the Universities own anguish. waterfall, fruitfall, on the shock of sheets
of Sofia, London, California, and Albany. That that will turn purple with love.
leads to a surprise that he is a poet of extreme
elegance and refinement with no weighing of BEFORE LEAVES FALL That brings me to a conclusion ending with lines
academic words in his poems; you can say he from Shurbanov’s THE BLACkBERRY IS PEEVISH,
stands more like trees in his poems. As in his Chestnut trees are stained with rust. in which he tackles the taste in his own way:
other poem, ‘The Crown’, their language is no Like the back of my hands.
language at all and yet spoken through their The morning sun makes them These simple berries
presence and other media, such as birds. In it, look handsome, hold no attraction for the eyes
he also confronts us with the human more handsome than ever. but to the taste
transgression with an alternate reality: But we know better. they are sweet and fragrant,
The tree We – trees and I – and a tiny bit
obtains its growing plot look at each other tart on the tongue.
without a title deed. and one by one Like an unspoken love
(for the umpteenth time) that has been mute too long.
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silently count our leaves.
How does it captivate the birds?
In BEFORE LEAVES FALL, he tackles ageing in more Yogesh Patel received an MBE for literature in
The possessive humans with greed have land reflective manner. Rust of our life can be perceived 2020. His new collection of poems, The Rapids,
grabs, while a tree lives indifferently to such as patina. A bark of a tree can make us imagine a is just published by The London Magazine. He
triviality. A question remains: how much have skin of an old person. Weathered by a tree or a runs Skylark Publications UK and a non-profit
we learnt from nature and its magnanimity? man, the battering is forgotten, but the sign, the Word Masala project to promote SA diaspora
Maybe this is the reason it speaks through rust, remains with both. It depends on us how we
literature. Extensively published, an award-
birds from its branches. It captivates them. look at things in our life. Once, while training for a
winning poet, he has also received the
The poet questions but with knowledge of the management job, I remember it hammered into us
Freedom of the City of London.
true answer. A question is posed to highlight it that managers don’t have a bad day!
to you.
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The book is a timely reminder that the word ‘Partition’ the restlessness of women caught in the binds of The book has a section of poems by five writers (three
has several connotations. In the context of South Asia societal expectations is repeatedly fore-grounded. For from India, one from France and one from Italy). “A
the word invariably brings up images of 1947 and the instance, the novella Pethavan (The Begetter) by Tamil garland of friendship across cultures”, the topics are
division of the Indian subcontinent by the Imperial author Imanyan raises the question of a “mismatched diverse and yet bound to the common cause of
Govt. The dismemberment of the land and its people is love” in rural Tamil Nadu between the daughter of poor empathy with women. I don’t have the time today to
a tragedy that continues to cast its long shadow even 74 farmer and a dalit sub-inspector. The panchayat orders comment on the unique voice of each writer—much as
years later. The title of the book and its contents allude, the father to kill the girl because of her transgressive I would like to—but I express my appreciation for so
in a way, to the pain of similar fragmented destinies but actions. The matter of private and public control on many of them speaking about the violence against
the articulation is different. The editors Carole women within the hegemony of a caste-based structure women in India. There are personal moods too, of
Rozzonelli from the University of Lyon, France, is an old theme, but here and in other cases, authors loneliness/ akelapan, solitude, nocturnal musings, and
Alessandro Monti, retired from the University of Torino, find new and powerful ways to express the struggle for the transient shades of nature.
Italy, and Jaydeep Sarangi, Principal, New Alipore woman’s freedom.
College, Kolkata, have collaborated to publish May I add a comment about the cover
an extraordinary collection on Indian Women illustration of the book. It picturises Bani
in literature, cinema and creative writing. My Thani who was a singer and poet in
congratulations to the editors, and also to the Kishangarh, Rajasthan, in the time of Raja
publisher, Authors Press for an attractive and Sawant Singh (1748–1764), whose mistress
meaningful volume. Looking at the book’s she became. It is believed that artists were
trajectory the query is: how are women commissioned to paint them as Radha and
imagined? Across languages and cultures Krishna. One can read several aspects of
they seem to be compartmentalised into ‘partition’ in this narrative. Bani Thani
roles, partitioned into social functions, which means “the beautified one” is
broken into convenient fragments by separated from her birth name Vishnupriya,
patriarchy and often by the literary gaze too. and known only by her function of
entertaining her master. Second, and most
Let me explore some of the key points made crucial from the feminist research angle,
by the contributors. Bani Thani is said to be poet but no record
exits of what she wrote, so a woman and
In the Urdu ghazal we are aware of the her literary production are separated.
tradition of a male speaker’s dialogue with Furthermore is the irony of Sawant and his
God and a double enunciation of the paramour being cast as Krishna and Radha, the divine
“beloved”. However to what extent does the woman No story about partitioned women in India can be
pair who are the epitome of love but could never be
become an object of male gaze? Alessandro Monti gives authentic without examining the dalit underclass that
married. In the earthly terrain in which Bani Thani lived,
several examples of a favourite trope of the “ringlets of much modern critique is turning to. Jaydeep Sarangi
she seems to be an emblem for woman’s “partitioned”
hair” and the enormous poetic possibilities of this and Bidisha Pal’s probing interview with Kalyani Thakur
or fragmented identity. I’m not sure these thoughts
image. The “unsolved ambiguity” about the addressee Charal, a Bengali Dalit feminist writer, deserves to be
went into choosing the cover design, but the selection
adds to the mystique of the figure, but, according to the highlighted. Though she is a prolific poet, the book of
is fortuitous.
essayist, a partition from reality has already occurred. essays and speeches, Chandalinir Bibriti is both
autobiography and a social exposure of the gross Altogether, the book is a compendium of thoughtful
My interest is aroused in the dismembered body of the inequities suffered by a marginalised section. Kalyani material on Indian women. The subject is endless, but
female subject that is often invoked in Indian literature. insists on the word ‘chandalini’ as her identity marker, given the nature of this volume—the product of an
Most of us are familiar with the analysis of the New and this is a vigorous strategy of attributing positive international research project and its intercultural
Woman of 19 C Bengali literature. Partha Chatterjee meaning to a word of denouncement. We might recall thrust-- the viewpoint is refreshingly new. It also opens
and Sugata Bose’s perceptive analyses have expanded that Rabindranath Tagore’s play Chandalika (1938) is the gateway to more research with such a pedagogical
the terrain to include the politics of representation. In based on the same principle of exposing the cruelty of frame.
the present book, the writers engage fascinatingly with ‘untouchability’ (oke chuo na chuo na chee, o je
the issue of “Female Leadership” and the contradictions chandalinir jhee/ do not touch her, she is the daughter It is my honour and privilege to speak at the launch of
between the “Devi” and the “Dasi” in the literary of a chandal). With Kalyani Charal we have arrived at the book The Partition of Indian Women.
heritage from Bankim Chandra Chatterjee onwards. All an era of self assertion and a refusal to accept
of this is tracked well in the essays. Bringing the discrimination.
argument to current times Jawaharlal Nehru’s opinion
on “the Hindu worship of the mother” is cited with good Given my interest in mythology and folklore, I can’t but Prof. Malashri Lal is a former
effect in an essay by Carole Rozzonelli and Alessandro help noticing that many essays allude to the ethereal Professor of English at the
Monti. A sacrificing mother or a woman in the lead? link of Radha and Krishna. In the book, Finding Radha: University of Delhi. She is a
The film Mother India reigns over the Indian imaginary The Quest for Love that I co-edited with Namita member for the English Advisory
in this regard, and discussing other classic films— Gokhale, we had noted the embodiment of ultimate Board of the Sahitya Akademi and
Ankur, Nishant and Andaz for example-- the entire love in a spiritual paradigm. Rozzonelli and Ponti take Bharatiya Jnanpith’s advisory
section on Cinema is perceptive and useful. this further by referring to several films where the committee. Lal has been a Senior Consultant to the
Radha-Krishna narrative of ‘illicit’ love is justified by Ministry of Culture, UGC nominee on Committees and
Another section engages with fiction that illustrates the separating it from commonplace sexuality. Many such a member of international book award juries. E mail:
broken identity of the Indian woman. Whether it is points will encourage further research. malashri@hotmail.com
Bharati Mukherjee’s Jasmine, or Hindu Tamil narratives,
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Celebrations
“In a small village in rural Bengal ……..”
Celebrating 250th Birth Anniversary of Raja Rammohan Roy (1772-1833)
by Prosenjit Dasgupta
Radhanagar is not widely known even among severe attack by Rammohan. All this alienated him Govind Ranade. Progressively these movements
Indians; it lies about a hundred kilometres to the sharply from his father and family, but he persisted. brought to bear their rational and reformist ideas on
northwest of Kolkata. In this once small village of His eclecticism began to attract Indian followers contemporary society. In time, he came to be
rural Bengal was born on 22nd May 1772, an and, he came to be supported by liberal minded increasingly respected in the Unitarian Church in
illustrious son of India, held by many scholars to British, such as David Hare; his views were sought both UK and the USA.
have been the pathfinder for modernity of outlook after by the then Governor General, Lord William
in the country. He was Raja Rammohan Roy. His Bentinck. To be sure, his reformist views and arguments were
250th birth anniversary is being widely strongly criticized and indeed opposed by
celebrated this year some conservative and orthodox sections
of the Bengali Hindu gentry on grounds of
His life started in the usual manner of a being contrary to established practice and
person born into an orthodox Brahmin precedence. These conservative elements
landlord family. He was initially educated in were relentless in their opposition to the
his native Bengali and in Sanskrit. He was prohibition of “sati” as introduced by Lord
then sent to Patna to study Arabic and Bentinck in 1929 and went on appeal to the
Persian, being the then court languages, as Privy Council in London. It devolved on
was usual among the gentry, followed by Rammohan to defend the reformist
about three years of further training in measure and he left in 1830 for Britain to
Sanskrit at Benaras. He married, but lost his argue against the appeal and had the
first wife soon thereafter and married a satisfaction of seeing the Privy Council turn
second time and joined, as did many of his it down. However, Rammohan died after a
background, trading and financing of trade short illness near Bristol on 29th September
in the company of officials of the British East 1833. He was buried by his Unitarian
India Company. admirers at Arnos Vale near Bristol.
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Tribute
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Short story
Cherian
By Subhash Chandra
Senior citizens – a euphoric honorific bestowed on the She’d argue with her friends about issues national and gave him a cheque for one lakh -- with anxious flutters
aged to lift their sagging spirits – are the favourites of international, and her arguments were sound and in her heart.
doctors, pathological test labs, chemists, muggers and incontestable.
ruffians. He did not come back for half an hour. She called him,
She had retired as Joint Director from the Ministry of but his phone was switched off. Temptation had
The latest in the list is Corona V. Information and Broadcasting. overtaken Cherian, she was sure. He’d never show up
now. Money was no issue with her. Her deceased
In the first wave, they were the main target. # husband’s retirement dues, interest on savings and her
own pension worked out to a tidy sum.
“Don’t stir out of the house, Corona will snuff you out,” Cherian had moved to Delhi from Kerala with his wife
was dinned into them by Virologists and doctors. and two daughters -- 16 and 13 years old -- with the But she felt bad that her trust was shattered! And
dream of making it big in the capital. He was a graduate Cherian lost!
In the second wave, the young joined the list (sad!). But and bright and hard- working. His wife sold her
the aged were not excluded. The looming third wave jewellery and he raised loan to buy a Maruti Versa to However, the bell rang. She opened the door and
might not spare the kids either (sadder!), the experts ferry children to and fro two schools. In the spare time Cherian stepped back as usual.
have warned. he used his van as a taxi, earning enough for the family
to live comfortably, pay monthly instalments, and put “Charging of the phone had exhausted, Amma.”
But the old would remain where they were! by a little for their daughters’ marriage.
He entered, kept the things, walked back to the door
Therefore, Saroja Devi did not relax Corona protocol -- # and bolted it from inside.
masking, hand-washing, distancing – and continued the
services of Cherian who had been procuring milk, fruits Then Corona struck out of the blue! Everyone’s life fell “What’re you doing Cherian?” she said, alarmed.
and veggies, medicines and such for a mutually settled apart. Lockdown, no jobs, no money, nothing to eat! A
amount. But she generally erred on the side of massive number trekked back to the distant villages He did not answer, turned and pinned her down to the
generosity. they had left for want of work. Better to die at home! floor.
But Cherian was a doughty fighter. He went around
Cherian would check the money and mumble, “Thank A knife lingered in the air.
requesting guards of Housing Complexes to get him
you, Amma.” work … any type of work. Before long he was running
#
errands for six families. His family kept hunger at bay!
When he had appeared at her door the first time, she
He felt disembodied. His mind was in a haze. A medley
sized him up from behind the wire-mesh door. Tall, well Slowly the old woman came to like Cherian. Now she of thoughts knocking against each other… pay two
built, swarthy, healthy. It will not be easy for Corona to allowed him entry into the house with the stuff he instalments … buy dresses for the girls and a sari for
down him, she thought. brought – of course, both maintaining distance. wife … darned patches on their clothes… get lots and
lots of bananas, cashew nuts …the rest … the rest
“Sanitise your hands.” Cherian counted the money she gave. deposit in the bank... blood on the floor.
She had kept a bottle of sanitizer outside.” Suddenly, his phone started trilling shrilly.
“Keep the balance,” she’d tell him, whatever the
amount.
Cherian did that. “Cheri, where are you? Have you forgotten today is
Sunday? We’ve to pray to the Lord together,” his wife
“Thank you, Amma.”
“You’d always wear the mask above your nose.” said.
Whenever she needed something urgently, she’d call
“Yes, Amma.” Cherian jerked out of the trance and found himself
him on phone. In about ten minutes, he materialised at
holding the knife aloft, the old woman sprawled on her
the door, like a genie.
“And stand three feet away from the wire-mesh door back, her eyes shut, lips moving silently doing japam.
after dropping the stuff into the bags tied to the railing
“Yes, Amma?”
pipe.” Oh no! Fie!! How could he allow the devil to seize his
He’d often look yearningly at what he carried for the old mind!
“Yes, Amma.”
woman from the market and think of their daughters He got up on his contrite feet, kept the money on the
who loved bananas, his wife who was fond of cashew table and dashed out without a word.
She had cross-checked on him a few times at random
nuts. But he’d avert his eyes immediately. However, the
by phoning up the shopkeepers. Not a rupee siphoned
seed of envy had sprouted.
off.
#
She had got her Man Friday!
Saroja Devi had enough cash at home when the Dr Subhash Chandra,
pandemic started, but since she shunned plastic money former Professor of
At the cusp of seventy, Saroja Devi’s thin, frail-looking,
and digital transactions for fear of frauds, she ran out of English, Delhi
slightly stooping frame disguised her bodily agility and
it. Now a trip had to be made to the bank which, with University, has
mental alertness. She could do Rubik’s cube in five its cramped space, was a den of Corona Virus.
minutes flat and solved a Sudoku every day. In the published two short
“Get me some money from the bank, Cherian,” she said
normal times, she’d walk about three kilometres to the stories collections, Not
handing him the cheque.
temple, perambulate seven times around it, and offer Just Another Story,
puja and prasaad. and Beyond the Canopy
The ten thousand lasted just a week. Over time, the
of Icicles, about sixty
amount in the cheques increased. Then one day, she
short stories in journals,
4 books of criticism and several research articles.
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Book Review
He can move from the mundane in ‘A milkman’s in this part of the world’
round’ which evokes an old tradition, now
abandoned: But Yogesh’s verse does not intrude on our
London Magazine Editions, 2021 consciousness. It flows through us and envelops us
history doesn’t repeat bottles ISBN: 978-1-9196181-7-3 like a symphony, no longer that of an eternal
migrant, but of one who embodies multiple
at four in the morning While the vastness is evoked, there are moments of departures and affirms he has arrived on our poetic
intimate divulgences e.g., in ‘Thali’ where a joyful shores to reassure, revive and to stay.
- to the current cold reality of soldiers returning wedding game with coins in later years spins under
with PTSD from continuing contemporary wars: ‘centrifugal forces/at work’ with ‘coins flying like Dr Bashabi Fraser, CBE, Professor
bullets’, or the invocation of ‘A single diya Emerita of English and Creative
when you’re lost and when you’re pissed brighten(ing) the night’ willing ‘the words find their Writing, Director, Scottish Centre
mother tongue’ in ‘The anger management.’ In ‘A
a world is a sniper you’re now jihadist. of Tagore Studies, Edinburgh
florid breakup’ the ‘night blooming jasmine/in
Napier University.
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Short fiction
Visible/invisible
by Sunil Sharma
---There! Soon the sounds die out in the apartment. Parents
retire to bed. Silence descends on the working-class
---Where? ---Then? neighbourhood.
---Look again. Up there. ---I fly with him to strange places across the vast sky. The child tries to sleep in the darkness, clutching a
New places that I wished to visit but could not! He story book in his hands.
---Hmm. takes me there on his back.
A story book that has opened up magical pathways to
A pregnant pause in the room. ---When do you go out? a curios child with a limited mobility---and no friends.
---Again hiding from us. Mostly confined to bed. Taking heavy medicines. And
---After you and dad sleep. We travel to exotic
weekly visits to the hospital.
locations. He is fastest, mom.
---No Mom. It is there only, flapping its wide wings.
The story book and a teddy bear are his only
Mom holds the hands of the bed-ridden kid. They sit
---Hmm. I cannot see! companions in the long days and short nights.
there watching the sky and talk in whispers about this
---Oh! Come on, Momma. You always say so. creature. The child’s breathing is a bit labored due to The apartment remains his theatre in the day.
excitement. Mom caresses the child. Then she goes to
---I am trying, son. I cannot locate it. the kitchen to finish the chores and fix up the next Nights are lonely---occasionally scary.
day’s schedule..
---Oh! Such a fabulous creature! And you cannot see it. Then he recalls his winged friend.
---What is up?
---OK. Let me again try. Your mom is getting old, son. It is a fact.
A rough male voice asks the child, absorbed in
And she sits up slightly and peers out. The kid waits for Whenever he calls it out, the creature materializes.
watching the heavens, alone, as the pale moon filters
the customary declaration about the discovery there in
in. As it does tonight.
the sky.
---See that winged horse, dad? Come on in. I will show
The conversation is invariably hushed, conspiratorial, A soft landing on the narrow balcony!
you a marvel.
fun.
A gentle hiss outside the window.
--- Horse in the air? How it can be possible, boy?
A secret game played between two players that are
already initiated into the arcane mysteries of the His ears pick up the familiar sounds of flapping wings.
---Look out there. Mom just saw him there. Up in the
nightly ritual of locating a sacred object in the space sky. It has landed quietly, some spot, out there, waiting for
from their earthly station. Appu.
Laughter, cold and metallic, echoes inside the room
A tough challenge! full of medicine smells. The kid can strongly feel the presence, the sign of the
arrival, at his bidding.
Especially, during the monsoons. ---Nothing---only darkness and rain there. Go to sleep.
You are imagining things again, Appu. He strains and discovers the usual sight: A majestic
The script runs like this:
animal, powerful, hypnotic, pure-bred and white,
---No, dad, I am not imagining things. suspended in the air, its wide body balanced between
---Where has it gone now?
---Then? Am I telling a lie? two realms of reality and meta-reality, this and that
---There. Can you see? dimensions; its eyes kind, calling him out.
---No. You are not.
---I cannot. Point it out. My vision is not that clear. In an instant, Appu gets pulled out of the soft blanket
---Then? You, telling a lie? and becomes air-borne and the adventure of the spirit
The child smiles, pain easing in eyes, bald head shining
begins most poetically:
under the night-light. ---No. I am not telling a lie either.
---the fabulous horse with white wings neighs again,
A wind, damp and fierce, enters the room and rattles ---You are wasting time, kid. There is nothing there. the young rider gives it a nudge, both fly off. The moon
the papers on the side table.
hides inside a cloud, while a bike sputters on the road
---it is there, dad. Only thing---you cannot see it.
The child says patiently: Mom, see! It is circling in the but the child is light years away---from pain and
sky. There. ---Oh! That sums it up, son. I cannot really see it/him humdrum existence in a metro milling with millions of
there. Anyway, time to pack up. I have to catch an stories untold---roaming new territories, riding on the
A work-weary mom again scans the Mumbai skyline early local train. Good night, dear Appu. Go to sleep, wonderful creature called Pegasus that has taken
and then smiles back, replies tenderly, knowingly: after saying prayers! many authors worldwide on similar journeys across
Yeah! Yeah! There. time-space continuum.
The kid says nothing and covers his head with the soft
---Could you see it now? blanket. Dad leaves the tiny room, humming a tune, Sunil Sharma, Ph.D. (English), is
switching off the light as well. a senior academic, critic, literary
---Yeah. Sure. Hovering there, opposite building. I see editor, and author with 22
now. T-H-E-R-E. WOW!! The kid says nothing. He knows he cannot win with published books: Seven
dad who is always busy with clients and calls and collections of poetry; three of
---Is it not incredible?
planning business trips. short fiction; one novel; a critical
---Yes. It is. No doubt! Never seen such a beast except study of the novel, and nine
Appu knows when to withdraw safely from an ugly
in the comics or films. joint anthologies on prose, poetry, and criticism, and
situation.
one joint poetry collection. He is, among others, a
---Radiating light, is it not? recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural
Mom has seen it.
Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were
---Yes. Light. All white, son. How long has he visiting
That is OK with Appu. published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness:
you dear?
The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary
At least, Ma believes me and does not take me for a International Poetry, in the year 2015.
---Often. On long nights, my friend from the heavens.
nut---a sick nut! https://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html
---How do you notice him?
.
http://www.drsunilsharma.blogspot.in/
---Flaps his white wings near the window.
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Book Review
Kunwar Narain’s Witnesses of Remembrance
Selected Newer Poems translated by Apurva Narain
Reviewed by Shanta Acharya
Poetry for Narain ‘is not a declaration, but a witness’, – all at once. ‘We have a language / in which I learnt to
taking in everything around us – live – … We meet / sometimes in the shadow of wars /
sometimes in tranquil forests, searching / the most
… one cannot stop sentient codes of amity / that are truly universal.’
its testimony in language (Amaranthine) In ‘A Shop that Sells Peace,’ Narain
which only means truth, points out that ‘in a developing country like India /
only seeks a gentler being where prices are sky-rocketing / if a hundred rupees per
month can buy / even two hours of peace a day / it is
it is in no scramble
not expensive.’ Knowing that he ‘can’t change the
to be pasted up like ads world/ nor even fight it /and win,’ he reminds us that
marched out like parades ‘living ordinary lives too / people have been seen /
chanted like slogans quietly getting martyred.’ (Living an Ordinary Life)
or won like elections
The epigraph to his poem, ‘Words That Disappear,’ a
in the language of people, it be quote from Wittgenstein reminds us of our limitations:
alive somewhere, somehow, that’s all. ‘The limits of my language are the limits of my world.’
His own sense of purity, peace, and love, the oneness of
The second section of ‘Poetry’ continues to define life – lived and written – at a time when these words are
Narain’s credo: leaving us, when ‘perhaps they turn into hermits / and
it can give a lot make themselves so infinitely solitary / that then no
for so much can be poetry language is able // to reach them again.’ Yet, we
in life, if we give it space
encounter ‘words fluttering like flags’ (An Evening in
as trees give space to flowers
Golconda) and learn that ‘the books of good faith will/
Kunwar Narain (1927-2017), one of India’s finest poets, as nights give space to stars
never close in the world.’ (Errors & Omissions Excepted)
thinkers, and literary figures of modern times, wrote in
Hindi. His oeuvre embraced poetry, short story, epic, we can keep saved for it
somewhere inside of us, a corner Narain belongs to a tradition of poets who are seekers
criticism, essay, translations as well as writings on
where the schism between earth and sky and seers, witnesses. Such poets display an openness of
cinema, music, arts, and culture. Within poetry, too, his
between people and God heart and mind. The poet does not always choose his or
reach was wide ranging. His literary reach was richly
is the least… her poems, they choose the poet. In seeking to
diverse.
reinstate the sublime values of the human and natural
of course, if one wants worlds to literature – of patience, moderation, and
Chosen from five of Narain’s collections published
one can giving – Narain’s poetry is an exploration of that original
between 1956 and 2002, a selection of his poems, No
love without poetry wonder, the pristine expanse, which he attempts to re-
Other World, translated into English by his son, Apurva,
live without poetry create and restore. It is also an ecological imperative –
was originally published by Rupa in 2008. An abridged
edition was released by Arc Publications, UK, in 2010. In giving us this choice, he bestows on us the freedom greed being as much a human as an ecological sin – and
and the gift to be ourselves. Narain comes across as a a feature of his poetry is how the human and the
The poems in Witnesses of Remembrance: Selected
Newer Poems are from five books that appeared thinker, holding on to opposites, like a scientist able to ecological coalesce, how our inter-being becomes ‘the
between 1979 and 2018. With about a hundred poems, see both sides of the question. With a reputation for wish of a leaf.’ He sardonically laments a kind of
this bilingual edition is divided into eight sections – each being a ‘true intellectual’ among poets, thanks to his helplessness in the face of evolution itself when he says
extensive reading, the burden of his learning though sits ‘I reached this world a little late.’ A quest for what it
starting with a picture of one of the poet’s belongings
lightly, both on the man and his writing. Firmly rooted really means to be human runs through his poems.
and a short poem or excerpt. In his excellent
in the Indian literary and philosophical traditions, his Witnesses of Remembrance begins with: ‘If I am the
‘Introduction,’ which is worth reading, Apurva Narain
sensibility is cosmopolitan. truth / nothing has been lost.’ (Amaranthine).
informs us that many of the ‘poems recall a place,
person or period; these are then universalised.’ These Immersing oneself in these poems is richly rewarding.
poems are purer ‘witnesses of remembrance.’ Born on 19 September 1927, Narain came from a
business family. Initially, he studied Science in college, Shanta Acharya, DPhil (Oxon), was
Witnesses of Remembrance is a timely publication, a which may have enhanced his overall spirit of enquiry. born and educated in Cuttack, India.
Later, he switched to English Literature and got a She won a scholarship to Oxford,
much needed antidote to a world no longer centred in
a shared moral awareness, a down-to-earthness to Masters from Lucknow University in 1951. Uninterested where she was among the first batch
which one can respond wholeheartedly. Narain’s belief in the family business, in 1955 he went travelling in of women admitted to Worcester
in poetry’s ability, even responsibility, to speak the Eastern Europe, Russia, and China, met with poets like College. She was awarded the Doctor
Nazim Hikmet, Antoni Słonimskie, and Pablo Neruda. of Philosophy for her work on Ralph
truth is refreshing. The poems may appear simple and
Narain read extensively, across literatures, languages, Waldo Emerson. She was a Visiting Scholar in the
unadorned, they are expansive in their evocations.
and disciplines. Upanishadic, Buddhist, Sufi, Western, Department of English and American Literature and
Apurva Narain reminds us of his father’s ‘inability to
and Marxist thought all played a role in shaping his Languages at Harvard University. Her poems, articles,
deal with the world on worldly terms – my world or his,
your world or ours – to the limit of being aloof, work. One encounters an eclectic arc of references – and reviews have appeared in major international
impractical, even other-worldly.’ The poet’s other- Kabir and Amir Khusro, Cavafy and Kafka, Ghalib and publications. Her recent books are What Survives Is
Gandhi, Stéphane Mallarmé and Jorge-Luis Borges. The Singing (2020) and Imagine: New and Selected
worldliness and reclusive temperament reflected an
Poems (2017). As director and founder of Poetry in the
‘inner sight’ – not just a metaphysical or spiritual sense
By refusing to look at life and by extension literature as House, she hosted monthly poetry readings at
– confirming poetry’s restorative and humanising
a transactional construct, poetry for him was a means Lauderdale House, London, from 1996-2015. She
aspect. Kunwar Narain’s engagement with poetry is
more like ‘loving or praying, a personal act’ in which one to connect to the inner sanctum of wonder, peace, and served twice on the board of trustees of the Poetry
is totally immersed. truth. Poems can be a memory, a comment, a discovery Society in the UK. www.shanta-acharya.com
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Origin of Novel writing in India and the British Raj
by Reginald Massey
The novel as a particular form of literary expression did country's achievements in science and the arts. Three Following Kipling's example, writers such as Henty
not exist in India. centuries later another Arab, Ibn Batuta, recorded that and Talbot Mundy fired the imagination of generations
they were two thousand musicians in the service of with books such as The Tiger of Mysore, or Name and
It was the British Raj that brought the novel to India and Sultan Mohammad bin Tughluq. The Memoirs of Babar, Fame, Red Flame of Erinpura and King of the Khyber
therefore the first novels set in an Indian background the founding father of the Mughal empire are a mine of Rifles. India has also provided material and locale for
were written by British authors. information and later, in the 18th century, the French the very considerable talents of J.R. Ackerly, W.S.
missionary Dubois wrote his justly well known, and Maugham, John Masters, Rumer Godden, Louis
Consider the following titles: The Adventures of an ADC, often unjustly vilified Hindu Manners, Customs and Bromfield, Paul Scott, M.M. Kaye, Ruth Praver Jhabvala,
The Rajah's Second Wife, Coffee Coloured Honeymoon, Ceremonies. What has disturbed Indian prudes, H.R.F. Keating and a host of others.
Dust Upon Wind. The Story of a Romantic Subaltern. faithfully following as they do their late Victorian
masters, was his graphic account of the devadasis Thus far the discussion has dealt with foreign writers;
A Utopian Romance, Gunner Jingo's Jubilee, Fleas and in other words, those who did not, or do not, belong to
(female 'servants of the gods') of south India.
Nightingales, Jungle Jest, The Romance of a Nautch Girl, any of the ethnic groups native to the Indian
Indrani and I, With Rifle and Kukri, With Sword and Pen, We do not burn books or their authors but like the subcontinent.
The Secret of the Zenana. Now none of these is my British we disregard the uncomfortable ones. One
invention; they are actual books written by actual would have thought that after several decades of However, Indians have been using English for the
people, none of whom was an Indian. They bear names freedom Indian and Pakistani intellectuals would have purposes of creative writing for about two centuries.
to match their titles: names such as Thomas Bland acquired the intellectual maturity to consider honestly Examples of such writing can be found in Bengal where
Strange, Max Joseph Pemberton, Alfred Fredric Pollock, the assessments of commentators such as Katherine the British influence was strongest.
Maria Henrietta Crommelin, Septimus Smet Thorburn, Mayo and Beverly Nichols.
Flora Annie Steel, Theodora Edward Hook, Cyril Rajmohan's Wife by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhya
Argentine Alington and the prolific Fanny Emily Farr Our verdict must be must be on the basis of reason, was the first novel written in English by an Indian. It was
Penny. not emotion. India might not be a continent of Circe nor published in 1864. In fact, it wa the English language
even an area of darkness but I am sure that anyone who that triggered off what we now call the Indian
It was these and others like them whose vivid essays a discovery of India will always come up with Renaissance. The great Rabindranath Tagore, the first
imaginations have stamped forever their image of the something rich and strange. And also, most surely, Indian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature wrote in
subcontinent on the minds of the English speaking something ugly and unpleasant. both Bengali and English.
world.
The novel form came to India with the English Today matters stand differently. Hundreds of Indians
Millions got their entertainment and thrills from these language and significant imaginative writing tells us and Pakistanis have authored novels in the English
purveyors of popular fiction who could certainly tell a more about a people than statistics and census data. In language and have been recognised internationally. An
rattling good yarn. example is Salman Rushdie but I can list many others
George Grella's words: "Because it arises from and
They churned out endless tales of maharajahs and speaks to emotions, because it deals with the spirit of had I the space to do so.
monkeys; tiger hunts, fakirs and fakes, turbulent Afghan man, because it delights as well as instructs, fiction can
tribesman and thugs, dashing cavalry officers and loyal help us know India deeper and broader ways than the Paradoxically, an ever increasing number of Indians
Indian servants. However, the Indians in these books reports of scholars and scientists." He continues: and Pakistanis have begun to write in English since
were not by and large pleasant. Indeed, with many of 1947, the year of Indian independence and the creation
them one would not relish a midnight encounter. And "Dozens of books of Pakistan. This is wholly to the good for it has
those who were noble were sickeningly so. A stock channelled the subcontinental genius to flow into fresh,
about early 20th
figure was the funny Indian who gushed out fractured new and virgin fields. The harvest has been rich and
century Indian
and convoluted English. In some novels this character often unexpected because English is to India and
conditions of class, Pakistan today what Latin was to medieval Europe.
was over corrected to become the Oxford-accented
race, climate and
English gentleman with a divine tan. No Indian was seen The philosopher Radhakrishnan, who became
history cannot
as normal and so far reaching was the effect of these President of India, remarked that the British legacy to
replace the world of
fictions that the images they created persist to this day. us consisted of Shakespeare, the King James's Bible and
Mosque, Cave and
Nothing about Hindustan was real; it was all larger than Temple created the limited liability company. The first two concern
life, exaggerated. The picture was confused and language and for this we must be thankful. For all the
E.M. Forster's novel
appliances of expression ever devised it is the English
confusing but always provocative, mysterious and Passage to India."
language that stands pre-eminent. It is tooled for both
intensely exciting. How true.
science and the soul. Supremely malleable, it is fitted
for enquiry and argument. The fight for Indian
I have advisedly refrained from starting with the But for my money
independence itself was conducted in English. In fact,
obvíous books and their authors for they are the tips of the master will
the founder of Pakistan Mohammad Ali Jinnah
the iceberg or, since we talking about India, the always be Kipling who was born in India. Poet, careful
conducted his campaign for Pakistan wholly in English.
everests of expression. craftsman and wizard of words, he conjured up time
And let us not forget that memorable speech in English
and again the vast kaleidoscope of Mother India and her
made at the midnight hour when Jawaharlal Nehru
The foreign interest in India, sometimes healthy and many millions and wrote of them with an acute
addressed his fellow citizens
sometimes morbid and obsessive is as old as the understanding of the cultural context within which they
functioned. Reginald Massey,
Himalayas. Outsiders have possibly been enticed by
moods and aromas to which we have become so Fellow of the Royal
He has been justly accused of being an apostle of
Society of Arts and
accustomeed that we hardly notice them. That is why imperialism. True. But he was a prisoner of his cultural
Freeman of the City of
the travelogues of foreign visitors are so fascinating. conditioning. However since we are talking about
London, has authored
fiction his storytelling was unbeatable. It is no wonder
many books on South
The seventh century Buddhist pilgrim Huien Tsang, for that he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, the
Asian subjects which
example, noted the large number of courtesans at the youngest writer to have ever received that honour.
are available from
Surya temple in Multan; the eleventh century Arab Amazon UK.
scholar Al-Biruni in his work India catalogued the
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Book Review
Poetics of Locality
Jaydeep Sarangi’s From Dulung to Beas: Flow of the Soul
by Basudhara Roy
“One writes to make a timely home for oneself, on be pointed out that the flow being spoken of is that particular individual, living in a particular city, in a
paper and in others’ minds. I write to make peace of the creative consciousness which inherently particular time...." For Sarangi, the poems in this
with the things I meet with. […] I write to begin a defies linearity so that the privilege of location is collection attempt a similar negotiation with
dialogue. […] I write as a daily act of improvisation. entirely absent here. spatiality and temporality as they draw into a
I write against oppressive machinery and for postcolonial dialogue the past and the present, the
democracy in all spheres. I write myself out of my In Writing for an Endangered World, Lawrence Buell mainstream and the margins, the dispossessed and
land and people and figures in my dreams,” observes, “In the literature of place, what often the privileged. Fluid, disruptive, connective and
responds poet-critic-translator, Jaydeep Sarangi to makes the difference between pious obeisance to regenerative, the river becomes an important
the question why he writes. To meet a lococentrism and a more critically aware place- metaphor here. In ‘Your Identity’, the poet writes,
corroboration of his statements, one needs only connectedness is a sense of inhabiting different “The river is your energy,/ It writes your history./
glimpse into his fertile poetic corpus comprising places simultaneously.” (66) From Dulung to Beas: Unfurls memory frozen/ In cool folk dance/ And
nine volumes of verse, each of which offers a Flow of the Soul is a montage of locations -Jhargram, your identity generation.” A site of both personal
compound perspective into the poet’s writing Kolkata, Rotang, Bangladesh, Turin, Uruguay, and communal memory, it is a distinct agent of
imagination and layered material world. Among the locality that is also, already global if one views it
various themes that Sarangi deftly handles in poetry through the right cultural lens. ‘A Sense of Place’,
– nostalgia, apprehension, relationships, history, says:
society, protest and revolt, one finds him returning
in collection after collection to the idea of place, of In the bare earth my ancestors rest in peace.
locality, and an interweaving of the self with its I choose a place, call it native
natural world. In From Dulung to Beas: Flow of the
Soul, this sense of place is overwhelmingly manifest. You are my brother. I am your river
Of life flowing downstream.
The title itself prepares the reader for a journey with
the firm reminder that pleasures are to be sought Carrying history
not in the arrival but in the ‘flow’ itself. What is the Of our land, your land and my people.
direction of the flow, one would like to ask. In
seeking an answer to this question, the reader is An exploration of the narrative voice in the above
gently led into an imaginative topography where lines leads to a profound ambiguity. Is the speaker
many topographies intersect, a world that shares its of these lines a person or a river? Does the river
boundaries and longings with other worlds and a choose its place? Is ‘native’ then a category merely
history that rests ontologically on other histories. constructed? One cannot help but admire the
The epicentre of the poet’s consciousness is intense eco-consciousness of theses lines as man
undoubtedly constituted by his native soil of and river establish an undeniable dialogic
Jhargram but the poet is concerned less with brotherhood. Historically conscious, ecologically
Jhargram itself than with the vision of Jhargram in empathetic and politically radical, From Dulung to
the world. This, one realizes, is baffling terrain Beas will be read and remembered alongside books
where the local and the global are determinedly of Indian English Poetry such as Keki N. Daruwalla’s
brought together and yet, there is a conscious Authorspress, 2020 Crossing of Rivers and Mamang Dai’s River Poems to
politics in Sarangi’s poetic journey – a distinct ISBN 978-81-7273-646-0 discover the spiritual strength that lies in India’s
postcolonial reclamation of the minor and the local Pp 83 | Price 295 riverine annals.
within the spatial-cultural narratives of Basudhara Roy is a poet,
globalization. academic and faculty of
Athens, New Zealand, Palestine, Syria, Egypt and
more, mapped through rivers - Dulung, Beas,
English at Karim City
To assess the precise coordinates of this political
Ganga, Titas, Meghna, Triton, Wai-ti, Rio de la Plata, College affiliated to
stance, one may simply examine the names of the
two rivers in the collection’s title – Dulung and Beas. Murray and Darling. Each location, the poet urges, Kolhan University,
Beas is among North India’s most well-known rivers is unique in terms of geography, culture and its Chaibasa. She
with a length of four hundred seventy kilometres impressions on the creative mind so that any specializes in diaspora
and a drainage basin of around twenty thousand assertion of spatial dominance or privilege can only women’s writing and
three hundred three square kilometres. Deriving its be a result of inequal distribution of historical or
gender studies. Her
name from Veda Vyasa, the author of the cultural power. Running through the fifty-one
poems of this collections, one encounters a strong reviews have featured in Café Dissensus, Muse
Mahabharata, the river is of considerable
mythological and cultural significance. The Dulung, historical sense poignantly aware of the dense India, Setu, Borderless, Devour, Contemporary
on the other hand, is a small rivulet in the Jhargram strategies of power that architect the official Voice of Dalit, Poetcrit, Teesta Review and
district of West Bengal. The main tributary of the production of history. It is this power that Sarangi Education as Change among others. Stitching a
river Subarnarekha, the Dulung remains largely wishes to challenge through his committed desire of Home (New Delhi: Red River, 2021) is her recent
undocumented in the country’s cultural archives linking places via an act of empowered imaginative (second) collection of poems. She loves, rebels,
despite its beauty and active nourishment of the cartography.
writes and reviews from Jamshedpur,
land it flows through. In Sarangi’s postcolonial
Talking to Giovanni about his poem 'The Watcher', Jharkhand, India.
poetic geography, the flow of the soul is from
Dulung to Beas – two points in Cartesian space that Borges says, "It is something deep down within
assert equal value and prominence. Again, it must myself - the fact that I feel constrained to be a
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While the Longest Kiss is the story of Devika Rani and Himanshu Rai, their relationship and the studio, ‘MY QUEST IS TO SPEAK DIRECTLY TO THE
Bombay Talkies that they struggled to set up in what was then Bombay, what comes through is a woman’s
struggle against a patriarchy that judges her on the basis of her beauty and assumed behaviour.
HEART’
From Andalusia to India, this collection of paintings brings
The first film that they starred in is fittingly called Karma. Launched in London’s Hyde Park, Karma dazzled together images from a number of trips over the last two
all beholders and became infamous for the longest kiss in Indian cinema, two minutes of screen time. years. Marcus Hodge explores the world of the horse, from
Hyped as Tagore’s great grand niece she began attracting attention at a time when Indian cinema was in
the Marwari horses of Rajasthan, the international circus
a nascent stage and when most actresses were women from doubtful backgrounds.
horses of Monaco, to the thoroughbreds and Arab horses
Desai’s research is based on 4,000 letters and studio documents and lockdown helped the author to of the Middle East.
organise the papers.
These paintings have a unifying theme – a celebration of
The fact that a beautiful actress’ life is not easy emerges from the book – driven to elopement by Rai’s
abusive behaviour, Devika Rani chose to be branded a seductress rather than reveal Rai’s psychological festivals and religious gatherings where animals play a part
issues and weaken the foundations of Bombay Talkies. The kind of strength that enabled her to hold her or merely stand by as part of the spectacle.
tongue while being misunderstood on all fronts – Manto shredded her character in his story of the actress
Lateeka Rani – would seem strange in these kiss and tell tabloid days. Marcus Hodge is a restless spirit who finds expression in the
medium of painting, drawing, and sculpture. His work is
The Longest Kiss: The Life and Times of Devika Rani is as much a story of the setting up of Indian cinema
conceived more instinctively than intellectually. To quote
as it is the story of the actress who became a studio head and who could sing and develop film concepts
with ease. William Packer, art critic for the Financial Times, ‘He goes
off into the wilderness, on which to register, with
Ultimately internal politics shredded Bombay Talkies which had survived so much and Devika Rani found remarkable freedom and spontaneity, whatever takes his
the love missing from her life in Svetoslav Roerich and abandoned the tumultuous film world for the
eye.’
peace and quiet of the Himalayas. Her life is the stuff of films – and was the subject of a successful play
scripted by Kishwar Desai. The star struck as well as film historians will find much to relish in her story.
Hodge originally made his name as a portrait painter. He
PK Rosy’s story on the other hand is undocumented. Her parents were labourers and she did not have studied Old Master techniques for five years at the Escuela
the benefit of Devika Rani’s connections. Her accidental rise to stardom resulted in an overflow of bigotry Libre Del Mediterraneo in Palma. On completing this
because she, a Dalit girl, was playing the part of a high caste Nair heroine. Conservative Hindu groups rigorous training, he became only the third person in the
were furious at this presumption and demanded that the film be banned. In any case, Rosy’s beauty drew
school’s history to be invited to remain as a tutor.
the wrong kind of attention and the fact that she was acting in a film made men think she was no better
than a prostitute. Ultimately her presence at the film premiere resulted in a riot and she and her parents
Following success as a portrait painter, he first travelled to
had to slink away before they were harmed – stones were actually thrown and her hut was set on fire.
Not surprisingly, the director went bankrupt and no trace remains of the first Malayalam film, unlike India in 2000, which was the start of an intense fascination
Devika Rani’s Karma. PK Rosy moved to Tamil Nadu married and changed her name to Rajammal and her with the country, the driving force behind his first solo
children never knew that she had acted in a film. JC Daniel also left Kerala for Tamil Nadu and earned his show, and a continuing powerful element in his art.
living as a dentist since he was tarred by the same brush as PK Rosy.
From classical beginnings, his style constantly evolved to
Vinu Abraham therefore had very little information to go by so he had to create a fictional reconstruction
become bolder and simpler, and sometimes figurative
of her life enabling him to fill in the blanks one way or the other. In fact he first heard of Rosy at a film
festival in Kerala where the Dalits were protesting that she should be given her right to be recognised for painting gives way to abstraction.
what she truly was – Kerala’s first film heroine – and the outline of the story inspired him to put the words
on paper. In Malayalam it went through various editions before film scholar C.S. Venkiteswaran took the TWO MOST IMPORTANT LOCATIONS ON HIS EQUESTRIAN
initiative of making it available to the wider world beyond the boundaries of Kerala. TRAVELS - WHERE MARCUS HODGE FOUND INSPIRATION:
PUSHKAR, RAJASTHAN, INDIA
Though slim, the book does give readers an in-depth account of what would-be actresses and their
directors had to undergo in the days when film was young, bringing new life to a lost heroine.
5th - 27th October 2021
Anjana Basu has to date published 7 novels and 2 Venue:
books of poetry. The BBC has broadcast one of her Osborne Studio Gallery, 2 Motcomb St,
short stories. Her by line has appeared in Vogue
India, Conde Nast Traveller, Outlook and Hindu
Belgravia, London SW1X 8JU
Blink.
Entry: Free Admission to the Gallery
Website: www.osg.uk.com
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