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



Reservation Man

Prafulla Kumar Mohanty
We are familiar with Reserve Forests, Reservatories for the protection of animals, trees and beasts or birds. Now in India we have another category in the social sector: The Reservation Man (Woman too). About fifty years ago the world became familiar with Organisation Man, a category of regimented minds functioning as robots in the capitalistic organizations. In India today we have now the Reservation Man who is at the mercy of the state. Like the human condition determined by nature, the state represented by elected representatives now determines the fate and future of a large section of the society. It was fifty percent earlier, now it is going to be 60 percent, defined by caste, economic condition and group strength to wield pressure on the state. It has the numerical strength to paralyse the state buy launching strikes, bunds and agitations. We are hardly Indians for we are free by constitutional authority to refuse to sing the National Anthem. We are free to spread canards against our own country, question judgements of the Supreme Court of India and even to question the constitution of a bench to try a long pending case. This defiant freedom is championed by political parties only to pressurize governments to yield to all legitimate and illogical self- stultifying demands. Democracy gives us the right if we have the numbers.

Ambedkar, the father of the Constitution wisely decided to give reservations to the  scheduled castes and tribes for ten years, to integrate into the larger frame of the society, people who were subdued and ill-treated for long centuries in our history, by giving them education and jobs. But after 72 years we see the same situation continuing with greater ferocity. The population has increased and naturally the other caste groups by their sheer numbers have agitated to get the stamp of Reservation. The Jats, Patidars, Marathas who have lived with pride and affluence now are demanding reservations only to get the identity of a political pressure group. Months before the election in Madhya Pradesh the so called upper castes, the Brahmins and others demanded reservation. They toppled the Government by voting for another party, thereby demonstrating their democratic rights.

The Modi Government sprang a surprise on the country on the last day of the Parliament’s winter session by introducing a bill for 10 percent reservation in the ‘unreserved’ upper class. The only grace of the bill is, it is caste religion neutral. Economic backwardness is hoped to be lessened by this bill. But what shocks the people who think reservation is a demeaning slur on the people in a democracy is the views expressed by the members of Parliament who participated in the debate. Those who are already beneficiaries of reservation, the OBC, and SC and ST argue that since the population of these reserved categories of people has increased, there must be a fresh survey and the present 49.5 percent should be raised to 85 percent.  Some even suggested 100 percent. Wow! We now have a democracy where the thought, debate based on new imaginaries of a new India are relevant. The numbers will decide our fate. Those who win elections are not really the prophetic intellectuals who can shape the destiny of a country. Bernard Shaw was always right: the right thinking people are always in the minority; they cannot be part of any pressure group. If the quota competition continues in the second half of the present century India would be a country of Reservation Men blindly voting parties who would perpetuate reservation.

Normally anyone would be tempted to ask: O’ you members of Parliament, are you not satisfied with ruining the Universities, killing gifted minds, levels of intelligence, creativity suppressing talents of generations? Are you not satisfied with the feast of ceremonial dullness displayed in our technical institutes? Are you not satisfied with killing innovation? If not, make the few who have escaped your net of perdition of your slaves by introducing 100 percent reservation. Kill merit to promote mediocrity so that by 2080 India would enter some book, Guinness or otherwise, as a country of Reservation Man where merit is a sin. Posterity will be proud of you politicians for destroying initiative and inquisitiveness.

If you wish India to be a better and more prosperous country abolish caste and religion from public life. Those who are poor give them scholarships and send them to good institutions. Make the Universities throbbing centers of excellence. Try and remove the stigma of reservation from the destiny of the people. Let man strive for his excellence utilizing his native talent. Do not create yes men; create men and women who would aspire for the  stars as proud individuals- not as caged birds singing what you teach them for votes.




Sunday 6 January 2019

Paradise


Come my forlorn denizen
the  breakfast is ready
rain water for juice
pearly dew baked in sunlight
garnished with my breath-
served on lotus petal
come, end my wait of centuries,
come dearest let not things get cold.

Lunch on the edge of shore
of  magic sand,puffy clouds,
saline spray as starter,
rhythm of bangles and anklets
as main course at sun’s winking delight
come love enjoy my fare.

Supper in the Island of flowers ,
warmth of  arms as soup, 
embrace as chief course
dessert a long kiss
to make  you forget the agony
and take you to the stars for good.

Come dear Paradise is here again...

Sabita Sahu


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