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United we stand, divided we fall, is the precept with which the whole edifice of
the enterprise is built upon and the moment the fissures and frictions start
raking it, the establishment begins to totter and fall one by one and the same is
carried forward here in this poem titled, Enterprise. When the enterprise saw
the light of the day, the like-minded people collaborating with one another lent
a hand to establish it and did the works with so much cordiality and co-
ordination to put the venture on a footing of its own sparing so much of their
precious time and labour. But there came a stage when suspense started
clawing at, doubts cracked the walls of its foundation, whispers went viral,
viruses of distrust affected them badly and the plasters of mutual trust came up
for utter scrutiny, critical purview and disintegration, as the dry flakes started
scattering as crusts.
This is when an industry is started, an enterprise made with its own prospering
time to give, standing in expectation to the industry developed and financially
established, labour given, efforts made and the things supervised provided
there is some good will nurturing it. But there also comes a time when mutual
distrust makes forays into it; whispers do the rounds and the establishment
comes to a halt to be in shambles or productions stopped. This is but human
nature, human frailty. Man is not above his nature and shortcomings and these
are inherent in him.
Nissim Ezekiel in a very holy and allegorical way starts the discussion to make
us understand the value of good thoughts and ideas, noble minds and hearts
while doing one thing or taking to one’s own understanding, but there lie in the
weaknesses of man planning for his fall. It is easy to disintegrate, but it is very
difficult to enjoin. To see it in the Tolstoyan terms, if good virtues continue to
nourish, as his stories tell us, it will last and if the bad things start taking over,
the whole industry will topple and fall down. Kabir also asks of keeping the
critic in his house making him seated in a cottage built for him especially, but
he should be good and constructive, not the bad critic. Nissim has also perhaps
tried to learn through the concept of the Seven Deadly Sins. But has not given
any scope to the doubting Thomases. Had it been Indian Trishankus, Three-
forked Skeptical Ones with ‘Tin ticket mahawickat’ (Three tickets a
mismatch) great danger theory, it would have wreaked havoc with these rustic
background astronomical and palmistry believing inactive, fatalistic, idle-
seeking superstitious and suspicious people.
The enterprise starts with a promise and hope wishing to cater to the needs and
demands and establishing as a new venture or set-up, members lend a hand to it
as for whatever they can for its well-being. Just like the pilgrims they set out on
the journey of the enterprise taking it as a noble challenge. The minds already
in exaltation of doing or furthering it cross over the things lightly which it may
come onto its way, lightening the burden of each other and keeping the novice
industry in mind.
The second stage explores the possibilities rather than bothering about the test
of the call. The sun beats down to match the rage and they make the sweat for
to be borne for it. Standing together with, they try to bear it down vicissitudes
with so much so fortitude. They maintain the ledger books and notes keeping
the account of all that spent or delivered or produced calculating it in the best
possible manner the balances, profits and expenses whatever the peasants buy
or take to, entering in the minutest way as the goats and serpents go the way,
visiting three cities where the good sage lessoned he and deriving from his
precepts.
Apart from the enterprise running, doing the rounds, doubts and suspense start
creeping into and seem to be on the prowl like the beasts of prey. Differences
start, rifts widen among the members when there arises a problem with regard
to crossing it over, that is how to cross the desert patch and in tackling it, the
friends as members for the industry, miss a fellow so famed for his stylish
prose and clear handling who is perhaps in the words of the writer the best of
their batch. As shadow beings to fall over them and grows it deeper to strike,
they start leaving the company one by one.
This is not the end of the story, what it happens during the pilgrimage is more
interesting than the make-believe things as the people like it not to tell the real
things. Another phase is reached as a milestone when some of the members are
attacked and they lose their ways. A section claims liberty and declares them
independent and leaves the group. The poet tries to pray so that the things may
be patched up. The leader of the group smells the sea to cross over to. But the
other members see it nothing but a staggering crowd of little hope, ignoring
what did it the thunder say it, he deprives of even small necessities. Some take
it very bad and feel broken inwardly while keeping them bent and lowly to hear
all that what one likes to as his a time to say and the business too is a collective
venture.
When the pilgrimage reaches the final stage, they find it that it is good for
nothing. They hardly come to feel it why they are actually there. The trip
darkens the face of everybody as their deeds had been neither great nor rare.
The home is there where there is grace, where there is peace and happiness and
if it is not then that is not a home even after being a home. That house does not
remain a house, that establishment not an establishment if quarrels rake it badly
and the members keep blaming and conspiring against one another. There must
be some reasons for bonding and trust which must fasten it altogether, but we
as human beings fail to keep it up.
Enterprise is really a very good poem from Nissim Ezekiel. This life is like a
pilgrimage or everything that do we will be done if our intentions are noble and
good and if not, the work will not be executed so is the case with here. Every
work that we start must look like a pilgrimage, every enterprise that we
collaborate with will run as long as our intentions are clear held by mutual
trust, faith and bonding and the moment mistrust creeps in or somebody does it
the backbiting to be taken into, the industry will start tottering and coming to a
close unexpectedly. As long as we are good and noble, the things will flourish
and prosper and the moment grow we suspicious of each other, the bonding
will come to a naught.
Really, Nissim Ezekiel outwits us here with his wit and humour not, but with
allegory and metaphor, his sense of knowledge and wisdom, virtue and
judgement. Where does it lie in virtue really? What is it goodness? How to be
charitable and philanthropic? There is something in it which it is in George
Herbert and John Bunyan. How to be right and dutiful? How to take good
counsel into confidence? How to be a man?
The journey which is started with good hope does not remain it unto the end as
because it is but human nature and so the change of our taste. His mind and
mood, heart and nobility too change it under the situations and circumstances.
Few can really stand before. He is really a pilgrim who takes it just as a
pilgrimage every work of life, personal or impersonal.
It is not the Indian sage whose counsel Nissim would have minded to take into
consideration; it is definitely the Western counsel, wisdom that he counts upon
here in this poem so beautifully explained and so allegorically narrated.