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Monday, March 08, 2010

Shri RamChandra Kripalu Bhajman (Prayer by Tulsidas, with translation and notes)

Introduction (for the uninitiated, for foreigners, for skeptics and for believers)
Ramayana is the most important and influential epic ever written. The epic has defined the code of Indian customs and morality for at least twenty to twenty-five centuries, and  if we compare by sheer numbers, Ramayana has been the book or saga that has affected, influenced, educated, enlightened over one-fifth of the humanity that has existed since it was written. While Illiad and Odessey claim a greater fame in the West, among ancient epics, only Mahabharata (which is longer, includes stories of the great battle between the cousins Pandavas and Kauravas, the whole history and genealogy of kings, people and beasts that existed in India or Bharatvarsha before its time, the life-story of Lord Krishna, with his romances, battles and finally also his conversation with Arjuna, in form of Bhagavad Gita: which rephrases the essence of classic Hindu-Vedic-Indic philosophy, and includes many more stories, discussions on nature of being, good and evil and so on), only Mahabharata comes close to Ramayana in grandeur and impact on the combined psyche and daily living of a large section of humanity. 

While Valmiki wrote Ramayana originally in Sanskrit, almost every major poet of Indian subcontinent has rewritten, reinvented, translated, transcribed, memorized and rephrased the whole epic in the language closest to his age/time and his heart. Tulsidas brought out his version of Ramcharitmanas in sixteenth century in a language that can be thought of a bridge between Sanskrit and Hindi of present times, as well as between the khadi boli (spoken language) of his time and  the divinity. The hymns from Tulsidas are imbibed into our culture to the extent that we cannot usually trace these back to his writing. The cultural identity, diversity and evolution of India, I believe, can be tracked by looking at the versions of Ramayana and by watching versions of Ramlila in different villages, towns, cities, streets spread not only in Indian subcontinent, but also in Eastern Asian countries like Cambodia.

Ramayana or the travels of Rama or the epic story of Ramchandra, the obedient son of King Dashratha, son-in-law of sage-king Janaka, the loving husband of Sita {incarnatation of Goddess Laxmi, who appeared out from earth (and not from womb)},  the glorious archer-warrior who destroyed all-powerful demon Ravana and his monstrous kith and kin, the protector of poor and downtrodden, who ate berries picked by untouchable Shabri, who brought Ahalya back into life, who killed Bali to make Sugreev the king of monkeys and then raised an army of monkeys to defeat powerful demons, the just king who did not even hesistate before exiling his own wife to uphold the law of the land, the eternal legend of the incarnation of Vishnu, MaryadaPurushottam: the one who respected and knew the bounds/limits of ethical/right conduct, and is the greatest or best among men...  Even the description of Ramayana requires an epic to be written down. Some of the greatest Indian festivals are based on the story of Ramayana, and many names, pilgrimage centers, temples, fasts, rituals, and an endless source of karuna / piety and priti / love emerges from this one grand poem. 

About the translation

In this post, I present a sincere and humble attempt at the translation of a prayer invoking Bhagwan Ram (and I will continue to work throughout my life to provide a better translation for my favorite  poems, hymns and verses in Hindi and Sanskrit).  Bhagwan is sometimes translated as lord, but the regard for a Lord is often due to fear or due to custom, and regard for Bhagwan Ram arises from the admiration of his deeds and virtues, as well as his spiritual, conceptual, physical and emotional beauty.  Fear never features in admiration, dedication for Ram. While the person is submissive in prayer, the submission comes from the recognizition of something greater than one self, something grander than mere personality of the own self and of the diety. Hence old poets called themselves Das, or slave; but again slave is a tainted word, for slavery comes with forced subjugation and denial of basic rights to the slave... where 'das' is voluntarily curtailing his personal desires and demands to present himself or herself in the service of someone or something. Tulsidas, Surdas.. Kabirdas.. In Ramayana, Hanuman is presented as a perfect and appropriate example of being a seeker, a sage, a das, a disciple, a 'servant of greater man and cause', a believer, a doer, a warrior and his greatness lies in using his strength for the service of others. The Hanuman Chalisa again underlies this belief system, this thought process, this devotion. The essential lessons of Ramayana are piety scores over pride, sacrifice over selfishness, obedience over defiance, fidelity over lust, and the ways of just, even if besotted by setbacks and hardships, bring them joy, riches, victories and love in the end. As Tulsidas was one of the greatest or perhaps the greatest poet in Bhakti (unbridled devotion for 'beloved' God) tradition in medieval world, his verses approach divinity through unbounded affection, where every beautiful form is attributed to the Godhead, and the final goal of the worshipper is tocease being a separate entity.

In this translation, I have tried to use words that are closest in meaning to the original. But Indian Sansar is not Western World, as in the West, Man lives in the World as he is exiled from Eden, brought down by his following the advice of Eve and Snake. World in West is a region that man inhabits once, and his deeds here decide whether he will go to heaven or Dante's hell in the end, on a judgment day. Indian Sansar is a stage, where beings appear in different acts, each performance determines the role in next birth, and the woes of the world are left in the world: the being seeks to reach  union with perfect being after which there is no need for further performances. Hindu Mann is not just mind, Indian/Hindu aatma is not just soul and Anand is not just bliss. Anand is state of perfect joy, the joy of child happy in its mothers arms is a partial manifestation of it, the joy of person who finds that his/her beloved loves him equally is a partial manifestation, joy of father whose son wins a medal or grand praise or prize, is a partial manifestation. In complete manifestation, anand is a joy without bounds, an end in itself, a manifestation of the unmanifest (God), unity with both nothingness and with everything... ultimate goal of man is Sat-Chit-Ananda (poorly translated as Truth-Beauty-Joy), another name for Bhagwan). The lack of proper words in English shows that Indian, Hindu, non-Western notions, beliefs, philosophy, lifestyle, religion, actions are best analyzed, understood, taught, transmitted, expressed and paraphrased in Indian, Hindi/ Sanskrit, language. Even there, the language can take us only so far...  

Sanskrit (better to say Samskrit, for Sam is Good, Krit Made/Designed), as I have written in posts earlier, contains many words that carry contradictory connotations. The word kama means both love and lust, attachment of spirit as well as of flesh, and in poetry, the use of such words allows several levels of meaning. Since detached action, which can be identified as something done for its own sake, irrespective of what ultimate result is, is identified as a virtue, kama in both or any meaning can be undesirable. Yet according to Ved Vyas in Mahabharata, the Grihasta Ashram, or married state, is the best phase of life; grander thanthe Brahmacharya (abstinence before marriage) as well as Sanyasa (renouncing world, family at old age). The interplay between kama as a life-force as well as materialism and vairagya (abstinence) or tyaag (self-sacrifice) or selflessness as symbol of spirituality is a constant theme in novels like Banbhatta ki ataamkatha by Hazari Prasad Dwivedi, Gunahon ka Devta by Dharamveer Bharati, Chitralekha, etc. The similes in the verse below abound in references to lotus. It must be remembered that lotus plays a central role in Hindu mythology: Laxmi sits on Lotus, Humanity is derived from lotus in some versions of mythology, and lotus, because it manages to remain clean in spite of growing in mud, always invokes beauty, purity, divinity. The verse evokes a richly decorated, fully-limbed, handsome physical image of Ram; but the symbolism is, as always, only to create a focus on the deity, on Rama. The last couplet reminds us that the ultimate being, the Godhead, the joy of Mann (Mind or that element in us that desires and hesitates, thinks and meditates), the joy of Muni (wise), of Shankara (of devout, of godly beings), and so on, is within our own heart... or we ask of Rama to reside within, and save us from fears and vices. The aatma, the soul, the self (that goes beyond ego, body, knowledge gained through senses) is where the mighty deity is requested to reside. Perhaps the prayer will be realized only when the self is ready to receive the one desired, and hence it is useful to invoke him through song and symbol...

Shri Ram Chandra Kripalu Bhaj Mann

(Listen to Lata sing the Bhajan on Youtube)

O (Mann) mind! Invoke the benign Shree Ramachandra,
           the rescuer from the fears of the harsh sansar / world.
Whose eyes are blooming lotuses, face and hands lotus-like,
            whose feet are like lotus -- hued in crimson dawn light.
His image exceeds myriad Kaamdevs (/Eros),
           magnificent like a fresh cloud, blue-colored.
His amber-robes appear like lightening -- captivating & pure.
            Revere this groom of Janaka's daughter.
Sing hymns of the brother of destitute, the Lord of the daylight,
           of the destroyer of the demons Danu-Diti & their bloodline,
Of this progeny of Raghu, the limitless 'anand' (joy),
           Kosala's moon, sing hymns of Dasharatha's boy.
His head bears the crown, ear pendants,  forehead tilak (mark),
           his adorned, shapely limbs are resplendent,
Arms extend to the knees, he is studded with bows & arrows,
           he won battles against Khar-Dooshan rogues, 
Thus says Tulsidas, O joy of Shankara,
           Shesh (Nag), (Mann) Mind and (Muni) Sages,
Reside in the lotus of my heart, O slayer
            of the troops of vices like Kaama and others.


श्रीरामचन्द्र कृपालु भजु मन हरण भव भय दारुणं।
नवकंज-लोचन कंज-मुख कर-कंज पद-कंजारुणं॥१॥

कन्दर्प अगणित अमित छबि नवनील-नीरद सुन्दरं।
पट पीत मानहु तड़ित रुचि शुचि नौमि जनक सुतावरं॥२॥

भजु दीनबंधु दिनेश दानव-दैत्यवंश-निकंदनं।
रघुनंद आनँदकंद कोशलचंद दशरथ-नंदनं॥३॥

सिर मुकुट कुण्डल तिलक चारु उदारु अंग बिभूषणं।
आजानुभुज शर-चाप-धर संग्राम-जित-खरदूषणं॥४॥

इति वदति तुलसीदास शंकर-शेष-मुनि-मन-रंजनं।
मम हृदय-कंज निवास कुरु कामादि खलदल-गंजनं॥५॥

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Gulzar's Ibn-e-Batuta in Ishqiya, Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena ji's Ibn Batuta ka Joota, some thoughts and translations

Introduction: Abu Abdullah Muhammad Ibn Abdullah Al Lawati Al Tanji Ibn Battuta: أبو عبد الله محمد ابن عبد الله اللواتي الطنجي بن بطوطة‎ or simply Ibn Batuta (February 24, 1304 – 1368 or 1369) was an Arabic traveler from Morroco, who traversed the entire Asia on foot, and wrote about his travels. He perhaps wrote a more comprehensive account that Marco Polo, who is perhaps more famous because he was Italian and got associated with Kublai Khan. In Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino imagines conversations between Kublai Khan and Marco Polo, and the impressions recounted there are as vivid in Western memory as they are fictitious and enjoyable. Somehow Ibn Batuta is less familiar, though in Boston, a cab driver from Morocco once started telling us that one man from his country walked all the way to India and came back thirty years later. Other friends in the car had forgotten about Ibn Batuta, and the cab driver spoke as if the travel was quite recent. We all remember Marco Polo quite well... But let us forget about the book of million lies, and return to the curious effect of having the 'joota', the Hindi word for shoe (called boot-aa hereafter) rhyme with Ibn Batuta. 
Nearly two generations ago, Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena, wrote a poem for children titled 'Ibne Batuta ka Joota' and now Gulzar has penned lyrics for Ishqiya, which play on the lines that we commonly find on the sign painted at the roadside in India, or written behind trucks. Indian news channels accused Gulzar of plagiarism, but as the verses and their translation below will show, the similarity ends with words joota and Ibne Batuta. In poetry, it is always good to pick a line from other poets, and then use it in your own verse; this serves as a tribute to whoever wrote before you, and gives a distinct resonance for the reader familiar with other work. In Haroun and Sea of Stories, Salman Rushdie describes an ocean of stories, which originates all stories, and fish are continuously at work to ensure mixing and purity of narrative: but even in the title, I hear a resonance with Kathasaritsagar, the classical, twenty century or so old compilation of stories. In These Errors are Correct, our contemporary Indian poet Jeet Thayil starts some poems with first line picked from another poet; in Ghazals, Ghalib, Mir and Faiz are echoed by our contemporary poets, while the original poets picked influence from Hafiz and Sadi. Harivansh Rai Bachchan was so influenced by Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat that he wrote his own Madhushala in the same vein, and yet those poems are all gems in their own right. 
A note about translations: Translating poems from Hindi to English is always hard as both languages are born out of different cultures, and the impact of religion and symbolism makes Hindi quite different from German or French, which render easier transliteration into Western languages. One would think translating a nursery rhyme is easier, but it is not, for a poem for children needs to maintain the simplicity of sounds and rhymes, which make it memorable in original language. Gulzar's lyric has more mature ideas expressed in playful way, whereas Saxena ji's poem is written for primary school children. I tried to find a word in English that captures the meaning of "bagal" but failed to get anything apart from flank as a word close enough in meaning. I will be happy to hear suggestions about the translations, as it is an exercise in learning the craft, and all criticism will only help my future projects. 

Gulzar's Ibn-e-batuta from Ishqiya
Ibn-e-batuta...
with slinging boot-aa
ibn-e-batuta…
with slinging boot-aa
on wearing, it squeaks churr

It comes, flap, flap, flying
pecks the seed,
It comes flap, flap, flying
the sparrow flies away phurr

ibn-e-batuta…
slinging boot-aa
on wearing, it squeaks churr
It comes, flap, flap, flying
pecks the seed,
the sparrow flies away phurr

Ibn-e-batuta...

At the next curve:
Death waits.
What is the haste?

Blow the horn. Enter the garden.
Better late than never.
Go fly away, fly away, phurr

ibn-e-batuta…
with slinging boot-aa
on wearing, it squeaks churr
It comes, flap, flap flying
pecks the seed
the sparrow flies away phurr

Gets pounded from both sides,
Oh man! This life is a curious drum.
Gets pounded from both sides,
Oh man! This life is a curious drum.

Blow the horn. Enter the garden.
Coming up. Speed-breaker, just ahead.

ibn-e-batuta…
with slinging boot-aa
on wearing, it squeaks churr
It comes flap, flap flying
pecks the seed
the sparrow flies away phurr

ibn-e-batuta…    इब्न-ए-बतूता …

ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
pehne toh karta hai churrr…. पहने तो करता है चुर्र....


ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
pehne toh karta hai churrr…. पहने तो करता है चुर्र....
udh udh aave aa aa.. उड़ उड़ आवे आ आ...
dana chuge aa aa.. दाना चुगे आ आ...
udh jaave chidhiya phurr… उड़ जावे चिड़िया फुर्र

phurr फुर्र …. ibn-e-batuta… इब्न-ए-बतूता…
ibn-e-batuta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…

ohhh agle mod pe pe.. ओ अगले मोड़ पे पे
maut khadi hai मौत  खड़ी   है
marne ki bhi kya jaldi hai मरने की भी क्या जल्दी है (२)

horn bajake aa aa bagiyan में होर्न  बजाके  आ आ बगियाँ में
durghatna se der bhali hai दुर्घटना से देर भली है
chal udh ja udh jaa phur phurrr.. चल उड़ जा उड़ जा फुर्र..

ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
pehne toh karta hai churrr…. पहने तो करता है चुर्र....

udh udh aave aa aa.. उड़ उड़ आवे आ आ...
dana chuge aa aa.. दाना चुगे आ आ...
udh jaave chidhiya phurr… उड़ जावे चिड़िया फुर्र

ibn-e….-batuta… इब्न-ए-बतूता…
ibn-e….-batuta… इब्न-ए-बतूता…

dono taraf se bajti hai yeh... दोनों  तरफ  से  बजती  है  यह
aaye haye zindagi kya dholak hai.... आये हाय ज़िन्दगी क्या ढोलक है.
horn bajaake aa bagiyan mein होर्न  बजाके  आ  बगियाँ  में
arre thoda aagey gat rodhak hai ... अरे थोड़ा आगे गत-रोधक है
arre chal chal chal udh jaa udh jaa phur phurr… अरे चल चल चल उड़ जा उड़ जा फुर फुर्र

ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
ibn-e-batuta ta ta… इब्न-ए-बतूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
bagal mai jutaa ta ta… बगल में जूता ता ता…
pehne toh karta hai churrr…. पहने तो करता है चुर्र....



udh udh aave aa aa.. उड़ उड़ आवे आ आ...
udh udh aave aa aa.. उड़ उड़ आवे आ आ...
dana chuge aa aa.. दाना चुगे आ आ...
udh jaave chidhiya phurr… उड़ जावे चिड़िया फुर्र


Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena's Ibne-Batuta ka joota


Ibn-e Batuta, wearing a boot-a
steps out into a storm

some wind gushed into his nose
some rushed into his ears

at times rubbing his ears, at times his nose
ibne batuta..
in the meanwhile comes off,
his foot's boot-a

on wing, flying his boot-a
reached the Japanese shore,
Ibn-batuta, was left stranded
in a shoemaker's store!

सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना:
इब्न-बतूता का जूता

इब्ने बतूता पहन के जूता
निकल पड़े तूफ़ान में... 
थोड़ी  हवा  नाक  में  घुस  गयी...
थोड़ी  घुस गयी कान में...

कभी  नाक  को , कभी  कान  को  मलते...
इब्ने  बतूता...
इसी बीच में निकल पड़ा...
उनके  पैरों का जूता..

उड़ते  उड़ते  जूता  उनका ...
जा  पहुंचा  जापान  में...
इब्ने  बतूता  खड़े  रह  गए ...
मोची की  दुकान में....

ibne batuta pehen ke jootaa...
nikal pade toofan mein...

thodi hawaa naak mein ghus gayee...
thodi ghus gayee kaan mein...

kabhi naak ko, kabhi kaan ko malte...
ibne batutaa...
issi beech mein nikal padaa...
unke pairon kaa joota...

udte udte joota unkaa...
jaa pahunchaa japan mein...
ibne batuta khade reh gaye...
mochi ki dukaan mein....

Sunday, January 24, 2010

"What Teachers Make", Taylor Mali & Prayer addressing Teachers/Guru

In a video posted on TED.com, Taylor Mali speaks on "What teachers make". In this material world, where the importance of teachers (anyone who lives and acts like Gurus or Brahmins) is undermined, the metrics of success are falsely related to monetary gains only, Taylor reminds us of why we used to (and why we must) merit Guru or Teacher above everyone and everything.

Taylor Mali is one of the finest slam poets of the United States. I interacted with him at the Summer seminar for Writers at Sarah Lawrence College, in 2008. He gave tutorials on how to recite your work with right posture, pitch, tone and performance as opposed to mumbling in name of poetry reading. In a stellar performance there, he created a composite poem from works of all the poets and writers who read before him one evening. The three minutes from TED.com display every element of the poet's skill and teacher's will that Taylor wants us to emulate.

I am reminded of the classic Sanskrit hymn or shaloka:

गुरुर ब्रह्मा, गुरुर विष्णु, गुरुर देवो महेश्वरः |

गुरु शाक्षात परम ब्रह्मा, तस्मै श्री गुरुवे नमः ||

Gurur Brahma Gurur Vishnu, Gurur Devo Maheshvarah. Guru Shakshat Para Brahma, Tasmai Shri Guruve Namah. OR Teacher is like Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh (i.e. Generator, Operator, Destroyer [of humanity, knowledge, everything]), is like the manifest Ultimate Brahma/God (Satchitananda: all Truth, Joy, Beauty, Knowledge), (Teacher takes away  our ignorance, darkness & enlightens us); You should pray and give reverence to Guru /Teacher. 

I know many of you will suggest that Guru must have the ability, the character, the stature to merit such regard... my opinion is: whoever teaches you anything, deserves gratitude and reverence. We are all guilty of forgetting how our own progress in life is in many ways fruition of the efforts of the unsung heroes of our life: our teachers. Praise be to them!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets, Edited by Jeet Thayil

The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets, edited by Jeet Thayil, includes an eclectic, exciting and incredible anthology of poems by seventy-two poets from India and Indian diaspora. These voices that span the last fifty-five years includes works by all the major poets, (more familiar names) of Indian English including Nissim Ezekiel, Dom Moraes, Arun Kolatkar, Agha Shahid Ali, AK Ramanujan, Arvind Krishan Mehrotra, Adil Jussawala, Keki Daruwala, Jayanta Mahapatra, Kamla Das and R. Parthasarthy. The collection also includes many younger poets and and many upcoming voices including Vikram Seth, Jeet Thayil, Ravi Shankar, Meena Alexander, Rukmini Bhaya Nair, Kazim Ali, Daljit Nagra, among others.


The voices bring forth influences and feelings excavated, collected, cultivated, imported, ingrained or extracted from a rich and varied landscape of Indian heritage, culture, philosophy, religion and echoing the daily chaos and beauty of Indian existence. Diversity in temperament and tastes, rich colors and varied textures, aroma of spices, shingle of bangles, Hindu and sufi mysticism, Kamasutra or censored sexuality, chutnified or dignified English, free verse and sonnets, and a grand tour of modern and ancient world is served in this collection. Voices that are of Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Parsis, Christians, Indians, Americans, Britishers, and World citizens versify such that each poem both represents the local, particular idioms, icons and ideas and transcends these in creating literature that is human, universal, eternal.


Adil Jussawalla, perhaps speaks for every Indian writer, who spend his lifetime pursuing poetry in a country, where there is little reward for bards writing in this 'phoren' language, and whose English poets, are yet to be welcomed in international circuits, where a bad translation from another language gets more audience, than original writing in English from a poet born in India/non-Western countries:
"Bright sparks /
 on the international back-slapping circuit /
 are picking up prizes like static. //
 He's for the dark."

 
Arundhati Subramaniam, in a poem titled "To the Welsh Critic Who Doesn't Find Me Identifiably Indian" provides a succinct portrayal of both Western prejudice about who they consider is Indian and what is not, and the frustration of an Indian writer seeking to speak in this language about his or her complex existence that is not bound by what textbook definition proclaims to be his or her territory or ideology. The anthology also includes essays by Jeet Thayil, Bruce King and Arvind Krishan Melhotra. These essays provide insight into the life and work of few of the famous poets as well as the state of/ regard for English poetry writing in India. Similarly there are poetic tributes to the likes of Nissim Ezekiel and Agha Shahid Ali by poets touched and transformed by their work, and other poems that stake claim on English as language of expression, exile, migration, longing, learning and spirituality.


"Considerthefemalebodyyourmost /
 Basictextanddontforgetitsslokas"

suggests Rukmini Bhaya Nair, whereas

"You are no plagiarist of dusk. /
 Nothing in the sky equals itself."

writes Kazim Ali. At once, homage to a thirty century old tradition of Sanskrit verse form, shalokas, is made and in another poem, the limitlessness of possibilities is hinted at. The collection contains a large number of quotable lines, and startling sentences, each embedded in nicely sculpted lines and word images. Moreover, the collection includes works by poets who deserve way more attention than we have given them. Not many of us know of the poems by G. S. Sharat Chandra, who was once nominated for Pulitzer Prize. He writes:
'My good shoe has run away /
 with the tacks /
 of its slutty twin.'


Similarly Agha Shahid Ali is quite unknown in India. He, like G. S. Sharat Chandra has a prize named after him (by University of Utah). Shahid was a Kashmiri-American poet, best known for his Ghazals in English. He was devoted to the cause, and taught many Americans that this form of verse is not merely about rhyming couplets, but about rendering a lament that stretches the personal grief, till it becomes an umbrella over everyone who reads the poems.The collection does not contain any of his Ghazals, but his accessibility and depth is reflected in these lines I often quote from 'Stationery',
"The world is full of paper. /
 Write to me."



Works by Mamta Kalia, Leela Gandhi, Eunice de Souza, Kamla Das and others have an edge to them, a revolt against the Kaushalya-Sita-Sati-Savitri (ideal mother/housewife) image of Indian women, a celebration of contemporary movements in celebration of right and freedom of women. Eunice de Souza has lines like:
"'O Universal Lover /
 in a state of perpetual erection! /
 Let me too enter into /
 communion with the world /
 through thee.' "


and others like:
'It pays to be a poet. /
You don't have to pay prostitutes.'


Leela says:
"Our desire wanting we tried our love /
 and found it good enough without /
 this sex thing, this hip and lip thing. /
 Let other lovers sweat and grind, /
 our love's refined, raising virtues from necessity."


In a poem titled Brat, Mamta Kalia, has a daughter say:
"You, perhaps, were hardly proud /
 Of your creativity -- /
 Except for the comfort /
 That I looked like Papa /
 And not like the neighbour /
 Who shared our bathroom."


While Vivek Narayanan celebrates the vamp from silver screen in "Three Elegies for Silk Smitha", Arun Kolatkar picks an "Ogress" from a poverty-striken street and describes her
"has always been a kind /
 of an auxiliary mother, /
 semi-official nanny //
 and baby-bather-in-chief /
 to a whole chain of children /
 born to this street".



Reading the poems included in this collection helps us arrive at answers to our own quest in poetry, as well as in life. Jayanta Mahapatra, who is another pillar of Indian writing, usually keeps irony to minimum, but in a poem titled "The Quest" he says:
"Even computers begin to understand our castes and prejudices. /
 The voluptuous figures of women in stone  /
 only wish to save our feelings of love and freedom;"

While Nagra and Ezekiel provide glimpses of Indian English, countless lines, similes, metaphors and allusions scattered throughout the book emphasize the "Indian" (in English). Indian poets writing in English have had a few guiding lights in the subcontinent. The inimitable Nissim Ezekiel as a mentor, and the tireless P. Lal (Writers Workshop , Calcutta) as a publisher are two significant pillars. The anthology is a tribute to the lifelong struggles of these and other poets. Jeet has done a commendable job in compiling biographies, digging out unpublished and published poems from known and obscure sources and highlighting how poetry defies the artificial constraints and bounds of time, space, age, location and traditions. Philip Nikolayev, the editor of Fulcrum, who inspired the project, and everyone else who contributed to its completion deserve the gratitude of every Indian (especially of the poets). Other anthologies that deserve our gratitude include collections edited and/ or translated by AK Ramanujan and R. Parthasarthy.

I highly recommend this Bloodaxe anthology for its reach and range, and for a comprehensive and erudite introduction to Indian poetry in English. It includes most of the important poets born before 1975 (or as I jokingly tell myself, all poets older than me!), and provides exemplary poems about every imaginable theme and subject that poets and readers will remember and relish in years to come. I have often returned to the poems included there, and I have learned more about Indian poetry in English language from this book than most others.  I think the anthology should on the shelf of every Indian poet, irrespective of the language they write in. I will close this review with another set of memorable lines from Ranjit Hoskote, who in a poem titled "Ghalib in the Winter of the Great Revolt" writes:
"The friend, with a spy at his shoulder, writes back: /
 When did you become a poet of adjectives /
 roosting in the rafters of a broken house? /
 Ghalib, the owl must hide in the tamarind for now, /
 but the genie of havoc will go on furlough soon. /
 You say your ink-well is empty, but your dry quill /
 still claws at the fibers of the heart."

Saturday, January 02, 2010

On claims of sexual bias in publishing (In a Washington Post article)

Juliana Braggot wrote a piece in the Washinton post claiming "Key to literary success? Be a man -- or write like one".  She goes on to quote the statistics about how many female authors featured on the top 100 books of the year 2009 (a list by Publishers Weekly & another by Amazon), and how many of the fifty most inspiring authors writing now are females (a list published by Poets and Writers). I suppose it is best to read her piece before proceeding, though her major claims can be quoted here:

"How many female writers were in the top 10? Zero. How many on the entire list? Twenty-nine.

I wish I were scandalized, or at least surprised. I'm not. I understand the invisible prejudice -- from the inside out. I'm a woman, but I've been a sexist, too."

and

"What are the best books? The answer is always subjective, and I'm not a literary arbiter. But the message I received from this year's lists was painfully familiar. It forced me to explain to my students -- the next generation of writers -- that the men in the class have double if not five times the chance of this kind of recognition. I'll hand over the statistics and explain that an industry kept afloat by women is sexist. I'll confess to my own sexism. And I'll tell them that we have failed, but they don't have to."

Here is what I think of the whole issue:

I think that statistics often hide more than they reveal. There are a handful of female poets and novelists before 1900 who are deemed as greats (Jane Austen, Bronte Sisters, Mary Shelley). But there are also only a handful of Black (African-American), Brown (South Asian, Middle-Eastern) and Yellow (Chinese, Korean, Japanese) skinned writers even now, who are on the lists of greats of literature. The latter "bias" (if you wish to call it that) excludes 80% of the world population, excludes the writers who are worshiped in their nations and are giants in literature and languages read/spoken by millions of people: but no one thinks of that... and if this is true, the earlier statements made by the author apply to women in Western societies only. While I do not want to downplay a bias, if it exists, by pointing out another bias, in our search for justice, we may not and must not, limit our struggle only to things that directly benefit us. Also we have to be wary of creating a new bias, where say women or certain races or castes or language speakers get undue preference for jobs, prizes, and so on; already  the academic and industry circles are rife with allegations that hiring in the past few seasons has been tainted by this mode of political correctness / bias or social coercion!

In any event, in this country (and everywhere else), the present generation can be fair only to the present generation, but you cannot go back to the eighteenth century and invent great female authors or authors from African-American ancestry writing in English. Maybe great female or African-American writers could have existed if education and opportunity were provided to them, maybe few good ones did exist but either their work was lost or they never got published. But we only compare what exists, and conceptual problems of what if and what if not, are pointless, as their premise is unrealizable.

Somehow Julianna claims that successful female writers are the ones who wrote about male themes (and interestingly, she quotes herself as an example). But all the female authors I like and I read and read and read, (Virginia Woolf, Akhmatova, Rich, Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Bishop, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen, Arundhati Roy, Mirabai, Toni Morrison, Edith Wharton, Tahmima Anam, Mahadevi Verma, Kamla Markendaya, Cather, Boland, Forugh Farrokzad, Naomi Shihab Nye, Subhadra Kumari Chauhan, Sarojini Naidu, Kamla Das, and so on), I can't recall a single one of them who wrote as a male author would, or pretend to be one! If I was an author I listed here, I would not be pleased with Julianna's article and yes, I am pretending to think  or speak like a female author, but that is my choice; believing it or not is yours. Whether Flaubert and Lawrence wrote about female emotion as well as Woolf or Austen could is not  in question for me, whether Woolf and Austen wrote well about male themes is also not in question for me: I only care about literature that causes me to wander, wonder, think, feel, smile, laugh, cry, make me drift into another time and place, about writing that entertains, and educates without telling me when and how, words that make me examine the world within and the world outside. All female writers listed by me do a large bit of what I expect from good literature; all writers I read or know personally write well, not because they are hyper-representations of a female or a Muslim or a Sri-Lankan or a communist country educated personae, but because they transcend such considerations.

It is very easy to blame biases of other people, turn bitter, cry foul, slander... what requires grit and character is to "show the other cheek", (like a good Christian / Buddhist / Hindu / human), and to keep writing. Good writing, like nuts in a box of cornflakes, or bubbles in beer, will always rise to the top.


Why did I need to write this post? While I believe that biases exist, both sexual and racial, their exposition and their dissolution, requires a constructive effort from people who can perceive them and write about them. If I were to claim that my poems are not accepted for publication solely because I am a woman (or for argument sake, say because I am a non-Christian, non-American, non-White , non-female, non-minority writer) I will be stating a half-lie, apart from slandering even those who have no such biases, ignoring any faults my own writing could have, trivializing the creativity and talent of who have been picked instead of me and in spite of me, and I will be doing a disservice to the very notion I want to support. Historically, popularity of books in a particular year has never been an index of how humanity perceives them in the long run, and all lists quoted here represent statistics of a  small fraction of buyers and readers around the world. Ideas, metaphors, biases, notions, fashions, preferences are all ever evolving and ever emerging in ways we can only steer or mould, but cannot control entirely.  The injustices of past cannot be used for justifying injustices in present or future. Any recourse to political  or social activism in  the name of race, caste, sex, creed, nationality, religion or language that tries to correct a bias by reverse discrimination (sometimes in form of reservation or affirmative action), any activism that denies the possibility of creating injustice elsewhere in its effort to provide injustice for past events, any activism that pretends to correct history by destroying the relics, icons and idols of the past, any activism that believes in superior or more binding rights of a fraction of humanity over others, any activism of this sort is unacceptable  to me and must be to all people, as it creates fresh injustice, hate, acrimony, anger, violence, bitterness and inequality. 

Thursday, December 31, 2009

2010 में नया-पुराना, कर्मस्तुती, और आत्मबोध (2010 mein naya purana, karma stuti aur aatmbodh

2010  में नया-पुराना, कर्मस्तुती, और आत्मबोध
    डॉ. विवेक शर्मा
1

दस-बीस होते-करते बीस दस हो आया है
नया वर्ष है साथी, सब नए सपनों की माया है
नया गीत गूंजा है रेडियो पर, आई है अब फिल्में  नयी
नए कैलेंडर लगे खूंटों पर, है अखबार नयी, मारामार नयी,
कहते हैं नए साल में मिलेंगे उपहार नए, कुछ दिखे है आसार नए,
अब नयी कलमों से खूंटों पर  पर खिलेंगे पुष्प के प्रतिबिम्ब नए,
अब कोई नया विलंभ रोकेगा सरकार का कोई नया प्रस्ताव,
यूँ तो बहुत दीया है भगवान् ने, पर नयी मांगे पैदा करेंगीं नए अभाव,
फिर बीतेगा जनवरी, फरवरी, और मई के आते आते,
लगेगा सब अच्छा ले गया वो २००९ जाते जाते |

2.
वर्षांत पर फिर सोचेगा मनुष्य: कुछ नहीं बदलता यहाँ पर,
वही घात हैं, वही धूर्त हैं, वही महंत, वही बलवंत,
बस कहीं जन्मा है कोई, तो कोई गया है लोक छोड़के,
कोई नए कालेज पहुंचा है, विवाह  का कर रहा है विचार कोई,
वही कार्यक्रम है, दूसरा स्टेशन है, शायद हैं कुछ अधिनायक नए,
कुछ नहीं बदलता यहाँ पर, बस आ जाते हैं आचार-व्यवहार नए,
पर गीतोपदेश सुन साथी, कर्म किये जा, निस्संदेह किये जा,
जो मिले, सो मिले, धर्म-कर्म से न करना गिले,
जो मिटे, सो मिटे, जो बने, सो बने, कर्म किये जा, हर पल किये जा,
मात्र कर्म पर था अधिकार तेरा, महाफल पर था अधिकार नहीं |


'जो हुआ जैसे हुआ' को कहते हैं इतिहास समझ, और 'जो जैसे होना चाहिए' को संस्कार समझ,
महाफल पर अधिकार नहीं, पर उसे निर्धारित करता है कर्म ही, इस क्यूँ, कैसे को संसार समझ,
क्या भला है, क्या बुरा है, नीति क्या, क्या नियम, क्या नियति, क्या नीयत,
झाँक भीतर, सब रहस्य, रस, रूप, रौनक, रंग, दीप्ती, गुण-दोष भीतर है,
तहों में तलाश, सतहों से दूर रह, टटोल स्व को, सच्चितानंद भीतर है,
चक्रव्यूह लगे चुनौतियाँ, संग्राम पराक्रम दिखाने का मंच, और जीवन हर क्षण
है अर्थ (पैसा / मर्म), काम (मोह / वासना), धर्मं (अध्यातम / रीति-रीवाज), के द्वन्द,
इन द्वंदों में, मायागीत के छंदों से, मुक्ति के रस्ते तीन: परिश्रम, ज्ञान-साधना और भक्ति के,
मित्र नए वर्ष में नए हर्ष से स्वरच कामनाएं, कर निर्धारित जय-स्वजय, और पा आत्म में शक्ति यह,
चाहे अश्रु मिलें या सांसारिक सुख मिलें, पर रहे कर्म प्रमुख, आस्था आमुख और परमार्थ से भरा रहे हृदय |

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Books read in 2010

Read in 2010 (105 = 75 + 30; NF 33) 

ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS -- FICTION (19):  (The Collected Stories by Kafka), Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco, Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino, Legends of Khasak by O. V. Vijayan (trans. by the author), A New Life by Orhan Pamuk, (The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoevsky), Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett, Death in Venice and seven other stories by Thomas Mann, Nana by Emile' Zola, A Life by Maupassant, Nip the buds, Shoot the Kids by Kenzumuro Oe, Embers by Sandor MaraiThe Book of Imaginary Beings by Jorge Luis Borges, Sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe, Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac, Lust by Elfriede Jelinek, The Sound of Waves by Mishima, The Alchemist by Paulo Ceolho.

NOVEL / FICTION IN ENGLISH (18): Eve's diary by Mark Twain, The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai, All About H. Hatter by G. V. Desani, Insomnia and Other Stories by Aamer Hussein, The Missing Piece Meets the Big O by Shel Silverstein, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by CS Lewis, Beatrice and Virgil by Yann Martel, Rumi's Tales from the Silk Road: Pilgrimage to Paradise by Kamla Kapur, A Man of the People by Chinua Achebe, Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, An Accidental God by Sameul Gido, The Snows of Kilimanjaro and other stories by Ernest Hemingway, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junoz Diaz, Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, The Romantics by Pankaj Mishra, The Captain's Doll by D. H. Lawrence, The Financial Expert by R. K. NarayanaA Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court  by Mark Twain.

NON-FICTION (13): Anonyponymous: The Forgotten People Behind Everyday Words by John Marciano, Orientalism by Edward Said, Nobel Lectures: From the Literature Laureates, 1986-2006 by Various, A People's History of the United States: 1492- Present by Howard Zinn, Field Notes on Democracy: Listening to Grasshoppers by Arundhati Roy, Gandhi on Non-violence: A selection from writings of Mahatma Gandhi edited by Thomas Merton, The Art of Sinking in Poetry by Alexander Pope, William Jones' Ancient Theology by Urs App, Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, Always Astonished: Selected Prose by Fernando Pessoa, Istanbul by Orhan Pamuk, Survival of the Prettiest by Nancy Etcoff, Edge of the Empire by Maya Jasanoff.

ENGLISH POETRY (27): The Best Poems of the English Language: From Chaucer to Robert Frost by Harold Bloom, These Errors are Correct by Jeet Thayil, A Necklace of Skulls by Eunice de'Souza, Closure by Kamla Das and Suresh Kohli, Black Candle by Chitra Banerjee Devakarni, The Far Mosque by Kazim Ali, My Sister -- Life by Boris Pasternak, Imperfect Thirst by Galway Kinell, Walking to Martha's Vineyard and The Beforelife by Franz Wright, Odyssey by Homer (trans. from Greek by Robert Fitzgerald), On the Bus with Rosa Parks by Rita Dove, The Darkness around us is Deep by William Stafford, The Wrong Side of the Rainbow by Charles Wright, The Adam of Two Edens, A River Dies of Thirst and The Butterfly's Burden by Mahmoud Darwish (translated from Arabic), Out Here by Ginger Murchison, A Sky Half-Dismantled by Shawn Delgado, Fully Empowered and Spain in Our Hearts by Pablo Neruda (Trans by Alastair Reid), The Flowers of a Moment by Ko UN (Trans by Brother Anthony, Young-moo Kim and Gary Gach), Sonnets by Jorge Luis Borges, Human Chain  by Seamus Heaney, (Garbage by A. R. Ammons), Almond Blossoms and Beyond by Mahmoud Darwish (trans by Mohammad Shaheen), A Slice of Water by Prabakar T Rajan.

Hindi / Urdu / Sanskrit/ Punjabi (5+3): Baanbhat ki aatmkatha by Hazariprasad Dwivedi,
Satta ke Samne by Noam Chomsky (translated by Anup Sethi), Yogasutra by Patanjali, Pratinidhi Kahaniyan by Mannu Bhandari, Valmikiya Ramayana in Hindi (trans./edited) by Ramchandra Verma Shashtri, Ramayana by Valmiki (Sanskrit), Rashmirathi and Sanchaita by Ramdhari Singh Dinkar.


बाणभट्ट की आत्मकथा  -- हजारीप्रसाद द्विवेदी, सत्ता के सामने -- नोअम चोमस्की (अनुवाद -- अनूप सेठी), योगसूत्र -- पतंजलि,  प्रतिनिधि कहानियां -- मन्नू भंडारी, वाल्मीकीय रामायण (हिंदी अनुवाद रामचंद्र वर्मा शास्त्री), रामायण -- वाल्मीकि,  रश्मिरथी एवं संचयिता -- रामधारी सिंह 'दिनकर' 

PHILOSOPHY / RELIGION / MYTHOLOGY (13): Eastern Religions and Western Thought by S. Radhakrishnan, Twilight of the Idols and The AntiChrist by Friedrich Nietzsche, The Yoga-Sutra of Patanjali, trans. by Chip Hartranft, Hinduism by KM Sen, Panchtantra by Vishnu Sharma: translated by Chandra Raman, (Discourse on Metaphysics and The Monadology by G. W. Leibniz), The Religion of Man by Rabindranath Tagore, The Analects of Confucius (translated and notes by Simon Leys), Bhakti or Devotion and Life after death by Swami Vivekananda.

MAHABHARATA (by Mahrishi Ved Vyas; tr. by Kisari Mohun Ganguly) (2/18): Adiparva,  (Sabhaparva)

POPULAR SCIENCE (8): (The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas S. Kuhn, The Character of Physical Law by Richard Feynman), Ben Franklin Stilled the Waves:  An Informal History of Pouring Oil on Water with Reflections on the Ups and Downs of Scientific Life by Charles Tanford, Nature's Robots: A History of Proteins by Charles Tanford and Jacqueline Reynolds, How Animals Work  by Knut Schmidt-Nielsen, Soap Bubbles: Their Colors and Forces that Mould Them  by C. V. Boys, (Five Quarts: A personal and natural history of blood by Bill Heyes), The History of Ink, including its Etymology, Chemistry, and Bibliography by Thaddeus Davids.

Favorite reads of the year (Fiction / Novels /Short Stories)
1) The Adam of Two Edens, A River Dies of Thirst and The Butterfly's Burden by Mahmoud Darwish (translated from Arabic): An exceptional poet from the modern era, the Palestinian poet whose writing  is full of humanity, and the inexhaustible anguish of exile: if he appeals to me so much in translation, perhaps it is worth learning Arabic to read him in the original tongue.
2) Embers by Sandor Marai (translated from Hungarian): A unforgettable masterpiece from mid-twentieth century, that explores the nature of friendship, love, hate and jealousy, in a taut prose; every chapter surprises the reader, and every chapter forces the reader to explore the mysteries within himself.
3) All About H. Hatter by G. V. Desani: One of the funniest books I have read in a while; babu English (or desi English) at its best. Requires a certain familiarity with the language as it is/was spoken by Indians with little or no exposure to the West, except through dated literature. 
4) Grapes of Wrath by Steinbeck: A tour de force, an epic novel that provides a insight into the struggle and lives of a depression-era family that moves to California after losing farmlands to obscure and powerful financial institutions. One of the best American novels I have ever read.
5) Orientalism by Edward Said: A remarkable marvel of scholarship, that examines the Orientalists who created an East in literature and philosophy that was moulded, motivated and tinted or tainted by the cultural, economic, political and religious biases of their mother nations.  
6) A People's History of the United States: 1492- Present by Howard Zinn: An alternative perspective of US history that is both illuminating and disturbing, for Zinn recounts the struggle of common man, the hungry laborers, the slaves & African-American, and women to be recognized as equals, their struggle to get the right to vote and to earn respect and recognition as humans and as Americans. Also provides a dark and depressing portrait of actions of American government, capitalists and profit-mongers who systematically wiped out Native Americans and have been engaged in wars (proxy and real) around the world, leading to repression and carnage in foreign territories.
7) Baanbhat ki aatmkatha by Hazariprasad Dwivedi (Hindi): Dwivedi sets this historical novel in the era when Buddhism was waning, Harsha rules parts of North India, and writes it as autobiography of the famous Sanskrit poet Baanbhat. The novel is a literary extravaganza of sorts, and contains many unforgettable characters and lines, and deserves to be read by more people in general and Hindus in particular.  
8) Eastern Religions and Western Thought by S. Radhakrishnan: As a work of philosophy, as a series of lectures about religions, as a work of scholarship that encompasses Western and Eastern schools of thought, these series of lectures by S. Radhakrishnan are perhaps unsurpassed in their reach, detail and clarity. The author presents complex ideas with the authority and simplicity that becomes a man of his learning and erudition.  
9) Hinduism by KM Sen and The Religion of Man by Rabindranath Tagore: Many people ask me if there is a simple text that can explain to them the basic and core ideas, beliefs and practices of Hindus. Perhaps these two texts can do the job, and I recommend Bhagavad Gita, Ramayana, Vivekananda's lectures and Upanishads for the seekers who want to get to the core spiritual and philosophical basis of Hindu belief system. (Bad translations are easily available, but true seekers will figure out how to discard the chaff, and get to the wheat of the arguments...)
10) Nature's Robots: A History of Proteins by Charles Tanford and Jacqueline Reynolds: If a biophysicist is asked to explain the meaning of life, he/she will tell you all about how central proteins are to the actual functioning of life processes. This book is a journey through the world of proteins, with an introduction that provides clues about how the understanding emerged historically and the celebrated and forgotten heroes that made crucial contributions to the study of proteins.
11) The Best Poems of the English Language: From Chaucer to Robert Frost by Harold Bloom: Yes sir, it is a mammoth enterprise, for you get to read everyone from Shakespeare to Keats, Wordsworth to Shelley, Milton to Emily Dickinson, and five centuries worth of poetry anthologized and introduced by Harold Bloom.