Sunday, 3 February 2019

Swacch Bharat Zindabad !!!

You are happy to see me
carry your excreta on my head,
You smile when my belly is exposed
through my torn saree
you ogle and wave a 10 rupee note
and indicate a room in the
neighbourhood  after sun down.

I never attended any school
my mother-in-law induced me to do
what they have been doing for centuries
to please your sacred thread
over your pot bellies.
I was not a quota girl
only a victim of upper caste mercy.

Today I was beaten abused
my new sari was removed and thrown
into your proud dustbin
I could not cry, stood like
Draupadi without Krishna’s help
you raped me gleefully and
threw money on my bruised breasts.

The police took me in his jeep
in the cell all Kaurav brothers finished
the half eaten meat of my endowments
I have only one thing to say
Swacch Bharat Zindabad!!!

Sabita Sahu






School Prayers

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty
Why do students pray before the teaching in the classes begins? Why do students of a school and the teacher(s) gather to pray the Almighty before learning Maths, Physics and literature etc.? When such questions are raised one is provoked to say that those who ask such questions are still in the quagmire of ignorance. Learning is not a mere commercial proposition where paid teachers and paying students are engaged in the knowledge enterprise. The modern world may believe that knowledge should be gained to equip oneself for a lucrative job for the ease of living in a competitive world. May be to make a resource person for the country’s development, to participate in the process of economic growth: But the primary aim of knowledge is to be a good human being to contribute towards the general well being of the society. Life is a challenge of uncertainties,  unforeseen situations and no one can be a winner. T.E.Huxley rightly said, one must be equipped with knowledge to play the game of life to the best of one’s capacity. And for this we must approach all knowledge and the learning process with humility. A prayer is an expression of humility and for that we must bow down before the unseen powers- call it God or anything – and seek divine help to learn the art of living through certain books which must be mediated by teachers. The Guru or the teacher is also revered as Brahman; the Guru is the refiner of the soul, the maker of personality. A prayer before the lessons begin, therefore is essential for the composed integrity of the mind.

In Military training too the supreme powers are invoked. A musician starts his alaap only after prayers- to a Guru or the Supreme Guru. Any learner in any discipline starts with a prayer which prepares the mind to concentrate and stay focused. Knowledge does not come easy. It necessitates hard work with a sense of surrender to the powers governing reality. Only for this reason, all over the world, schools begin the day with a prayer song. The language may be English, Sanskrit, Latin or any local language but the purpose is to learn with humility, for humility is the beginning of all knowledge. In all government and private schools prayer is almost mandatory.  There is nothing dictatorial or authoritarian about it. Learning is the most sacred human activity and the learner should submit to the Supreme Powers so that knowledge will dawn on the infields of ignorance.

In 2012 in all Central Schools in India a beautiful verse was introduced as a prayer song: Asatoman  Sadgamaya, Tamashoman Jyotirgamaya, Mryturiman Amritamgamaya ,Om Shanti Shanti Shanti. It means to reach the truth, moving away from untruth, To move towards light away from darkness and To move towards immortality from mortality.  This alone will lead us to the roots of the universe. Om, (AUM) means the three stages of man's reality and those of the universe; the Awakened state, the Dream state and the Sleeping state. Knowledge of the Om will lead to the peace of mind and also of the universe. The Central Schools have wisely chosen this from the Mandukya Upanishad for generations of students as prayer before they settle down to classwork.

But sadly or unfortunately a PIL has now been filed at the Supreme Court of India seeking its removal, citing the constitutional provisions, as it interferes with the freedom of non Hindus. This is ignorance of the worst kind. Sanskrit is a store house of poetry, philosophy and wisdom.  Sanskrit is much above Hinduism or any sectarian faith. This prayer is not religious nor does it have anything to do with religion of any kind. This is wisdom, pure and simple. But the saddest thing is the Supreme Court of India instead of rejecting it has decided to constitute a Constitution Bench to examine its validity. When T.S. Eliot in his Nobel Prize winning work The Waste Land used Om Shanti Shanti Shanti, no one in the English speaking world raised objection of any kind. Eliot has enriched his poem by borrowing from Indian Wisdom. But in India the source of this wisdom, is now facing a legal challenge. We have no other better example of irony than this!

Dharma is the most misconstrued word in India because of the minorities who always contest anything that extols the majority community. But the greatness of India’s culture should transcend such contestations. There is nothing comparable with India’s wisdom contained in the Sanskrit language. The computers use Sanskrit grammar and all over the world the wisdom and philosophy of India is admired. Such controversies raised in the name of certain misinterpreted constitutional provisions should not vitiate the sacred atmosphere of the schools.

Sunday, 27 January 2019

Skin Fit


The tree smiles at the
moth eaten grass,
the pot holes of the road
mock at the driver,
the politics mocks at the
brow beaten politicians
nothing fits nothing.
Lover's complain day and night
she is not my type, he is a snob.
Filmstars fit into the designers devices
and not to their characters ,
some fit into jail cells
and make wads of money,
word does not fit ideas
and ideas don’t fit logic.

Does love fit the lovers
no one can ever say
we are made for each other.
It is the skin that fits the flesh
like the blue sky with the empty space.

Sabita Sahu

Resistance for What and How!


Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

Resistance is built into the human condition. Nature has its own energy to achieving equilibrium after mutually stultifying clashes. But man, in the history making process of his long march into civilization has not accommodated his aggressiveness in his quest for order, balance, harmony and progress. For thousands of years oppressive regimes of chieftaindom and kingship refused to acknowledge the freedom of fellow human beings. Discrimination in the name of race, creed and colour, even language, segregated weaker segments of humankind as though they are non-human or of a different stock. Personal liberties, economic opportunities and political rights were denied people who compulsorily accepted the philosophy of tolerance, fate and destiny. But man’s resilience as well as resistance to forcefully imposed political and moral values slowly but steadily challenged oppressive regimes in all civilizations. Democracy replaced authoritarian empires, the free movement of ideas and goods, free markets replaced controls and public distribution, and liberty of the individuals was grudgingly recognized. Fences and walls were broken creating openness and a liberal temper softened all arguments around power, rights and entitlements. But the champions of liberalism also used oppression, like the ancient counterparts, to convert stubborn adherents to alternative ideologies, which resulted in rebellion, protest, terrorism and guerrilla warfare. Resistance to change also became bloody insurgencies.

Three important things happened in mid twentieth century Europe. Before that in 1776 the American Independence had almost done away with slavery and the built in hate of the racial system. In 1939 the Second World War was fought to defeat for all time to come Fascism. In 1945 fascism ended but Communism continued which had flourished since 1917 Bolshevic Revolution. In 1968 with Perestroika the beginning of the end of communism was officially declared and liberalism was finally accepted as the chief value for man’s honourable survival on earth. Many thinkers, poets and futurists were ready to declare the end of history: But the liberal story did not have a well conceived plot nor a language palatable to everyone. In the early1990s a total break away from the past seemed possible by the new package of democracy, human rights, free markets (Globalization) and several welfare schemes of elected governments. But the schemes did not percolate down to the historically suppressed segments of the society. To add to these woes religious fundamentalism, caste conflicts, ethnic discriminations and now emmigration have emerged as the new menace to the ideological framework of the new history in the making. Nationalism has now entered in a big way disorienting all balances into tilting upheavals. Trumpism and Brexit too have come as a rude shock to the vision of the human species. Nostalgic dreams of reviving some golden Utopia in the past in each country chases away all isms: liberalism, communism and humanism. As a result of all these the communities which feel sidelined claim their identity and right to live as civilized human beings. This claim is no more verbal. They rise in revolt to proclaim their authority and often take to arms. To support their claim to power, authority and well being they create a literature which at best is of negative emotions of hate and protest. Naxalites, Dalits even terrorists  have their literatures.

The resistance literature does not have any definable character as it does not celebrate man or life. Instead it is against man and his civilizational paradigms. It highlights poverty and deprivation, and condemns citadels raised by other men who have dominated life systems in the past. The Black movement in America had started it. The Palestinian poets wrote of hate and revolt. The urge to express one’s identity is now contagious and affects all subalterns equally. Islamic State is a fight for world domination; naxalite-dalit movements too are a fight for physical capture of state power. But the basic difference between mainstream literature and dalit or subaltern literature is that man is no more a hero, he is a dark operator scheming to kill or destroy. But as inequalities increase protest literature too becomes more and more anti heroic and at times desperately anti human. Protest has its own place in life but protest in the name of group identities destroys all virtues. We must remember that the arch of history is long but it always bends towards morality. In the absence of universal morality any movement by groups which feel deprived of their share of national or regional wealth and glory is at best identity seeking and at worst nihilistic.

Poetry all over the world has almost lost its moral authority: Now it is losing its aesthetic charm and imaginative content. Hate cannot replace love, as death cannot replace life. What matters in literature of this kind is a bold projection of self without soul values. Denigrating historical memory and demolishing myths long respected by men this literature does not celebrate anything except negatives like anger, hate and sarcasm. While we admit what Appadurai says, ‘Globalization (or liberal values) being a force without a face, cannot be the object of enthnocide’ we must also admit that ethnic issues cannot be a force against liberal civilization.

This conflict between liberal and soul values like love, courage, compassion, heroism and inferiority, self-loathing hate and revenge will never end. The present surge in dalit or subaltern literature will also become passé once social- political justice reaches all sections. But new issues will crop up. The process of life is endless till the end game is played out on man. I will close this very brief presentation with the lines of Aime’ Cesaire’ where the truth of human situation is honestly presented:
            For it is not true that the work of man is done
     That there is nothing more for us to do in the world
            That we leech off the world
     That we should be content to be brought to heel by the world
            For the work of man is only just beginning
     And it falls to man to conquer every latent restraint
              Retrenched in the recess of his passion
     And no race has a monopoly on beauty, on intelligence and on strength
      And there is room for us all at the rendezvous of history.

Sunday, 20 January 2019

Clothing The Mind

If by changing clothes
the mind could change
the textile industry
would have flourished.

Mind's nature changes
not by clothes,designer suits
or Michael Angelo's brushes,
Yes changes, when blood spills
from stabbed wounds,
when children turn away
leaving weeping old eyes.
When cry of raped women
is left unheard on roads,
when illusionary flashes
of lovers mock at you,
when silence returns
from stone walls
the mind whirls
like a broken top
what clothes can restore
mind's wholeness.

Sabita Sahu

Choosing Unhappiness

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty

What holds life together? A few rituals, habit patterns woven into routines, emotions feeding on agreeable words from near and dear ones, random thoughts moving around the epicenter of faith- a faith in a succession of tomorrows crowding in to prolong desires, or just a body-mind play of biotic inevitability? But those who run away from desires, renounce all agreeable, pleasurable things available around without effort, and focus on something impalpable, abstract and unrealizable in breathing life - they too think  they are alive and hold their lives together. Desire and pursuits of pleasure: desirelessness and pursuit of abstractions are also life. The indulgent man absorbing all contrarian ethics and the men of irritable temper rejecting almost all nuances of logic live lives and both, I’m sure, live an allotted life span. So, how can we assess what makes life worthy? And here is the rub: who determines worthiness and why should man bother about it?

All regional diversities notwithstanding, man has always questioned the available value systems of life. Should life be lived for greater joy and comfort in the other world? It means abstinence; giving up and withdrawal from one’s own reality for a future paradise. It means abnegation of self for values unseen but hoped for. It means self created unhappiness by rejecting what is real as unworthy of life. Jimmy Porters (Look Back In Anger) of the world always laugh mockingly at what others practice with some faith.  Jimmy could have had the satisfaction of feeding good sweets to Londoners. He could have earned more money and reputation as a Mithaiwala. But he thought he was ill placed, much below for his qualification. Why didn’t he do something else instead of turning a cynical eye at everything, thereby roughing up the smooth contours of other lives? If it was a forced choice he should not have submitted to it if his abilities deserved something better. But no, he chooses to be unhappy. So are many in the world who choose to be unhappy. Some people try to walk on water, fire and nails just to demonstrate that they are superior to others. Such vain obsessions make lives lived in vain. But before we condemn such people and others who in dreaming of Utopia lose their reality, we must ask the oft asked question: Is there any purpose in life?

Right through human civilization of the past 4000 years purpose, worth and other related questions have been asked. Philosophers and religious thinkers have given their answers. Prescriptions have come from life-doctors. Today with the growth of population such doctors too have increased in numbers. But whose ‘purpose’ defines life and makes it worth following? All political parties give meaning and purpose to life and compete with each other for survival. Isms in philosophy, religion, ethics, politics have given man more pain. These have made life difficult which otherwise is a very simple proposition.

Man mercifully is mortal. He is not born fully packaged as did Draupadi. From birth to early youth the human child is to be looked after. Naturally this involves the service of a mother and a provider like father. Then he works (or should work) to survive. He takes upon himself, that is, he chooses to raise a family as a responsible man. He has to adjust himself with the competing forces for his survival. Why then clatter his mind with so many mutually exclusive ideals like god and devil, good and evil, freedom and slavery. Leave him to his own devices. Man is born with native intelligence. He can take detours if he sees danger on the way. Why ask him to go in a particular way? Happiness is a state, which all ideals believe, comes in the end. But in the end only death comes closing all reckoning. By preaching and teaching we condition the human mind to unipolar ways of thinking. Man can choose what to do when the going gets tough. Since man has survived and grown (despite or because of) – all teachings, let him now breathe freely.

We choose one form of unhappiness in preference to its rivals, for, by limiting life to one ideal we suffer the rigours of the ideal. Nature and life are vast and various. Freedom of choice is nature’s only message and training. Let man choose his own unhappiness that is the consequences of his choice. I have seen that any choice, a religious practice, a political party or social group or a lover you choose unhappiness in the name of happiness. If happiness does not become the goal of any choice at least the consequential suffering will be less painful, as it is self chosen.




Sunday, 13 January 2019

Crossroads

Crossed a long way
half life gone
yet undiscovered purpose,
cannot go forward
nor can retrace steps
should I unravel mysteries
or simply wait for the call!

Never thought I would ever
hang midway like Trishanku
neither heaven nor earth is mine
the nest I made is empty
prayers unanswered.

Hopes turn turtle, life wanes
but can’t give up, nor leave
things half done on this earth
what would I say when asked
did I not listen to his call-
or he did not lift me up!

No, I’ll move rise and build
play  and frolic in the wild
laugh away his taunts
tide over this analysis
and reach my goal wherever
my jocund spirit takes me to.

Sabita Sahu



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