Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Illegal but free



The distant call was from her inner self
Of right and wrong together oh well
Both felt right and both seemed wrong
Both were weak and both were strong
Those mountains and that cliff
Of they together in highs and riff
And these times of togetherness
Of a strange connection yet some barrenness
Of running from and a little first step
Of cosmic trance and a cozy wrap
Of thinks problematic and situations unacceptable
Of emotional intensity and sensational fables
She tried hard to sought them out together
But only solution was to stabber
She was not dishonest she knew it
But the dishonesty in her head was not fit
There were some huge dark holes for sure
Else she wouldn’t ever have gone for any cure
But steps taken were injurious
To others and she – all furious
She was in a fit and she had to do something
She only she knew the entire thing
But wherever she went, whatever she chose
Everything seemed an optional choice
There was no sure shot one way
There was no one final stay
She had to keep on making choices she realized
That made her feel lonely and surprised
And yet she was strangely free
To be what she never wanted to be
And yet that was she
Illegal but free.

Name flora



Rainbow patterned spirit
Vibrant aura
shades numerous
Name - Flora.
She was liked her fragrance
often considered strong.
Deep into that storm
she was long gone.
Which was devoid of fragrance
but had visuals full power
Of the beauty of the valley .
and poisonous flowers
Tempting was that vision
Tempted was she
Touch was the act
And there died she.
In her agony she realized it all
that all attractive things are not good but strolls
It costed her self to learn it
It took her spirit to adjourn it
She was fragrance and she knew it
Was not ‘touch’ - an other genre’s hit
Visions and touch were sister sensations
She was from other creations
Beyond appearance and structures
Her nature was to be felt without architecture
She was born to fly
to endless destinations
From heart to soul
till elemental emancipation
Where from she got into other departments
Maybe to learn that those were simply tents
Significant where they were places and met her
But unable to equip her with her home’s fur
She caressed that flower one last time
Left her memory and entire lifeline
And once again set out to fly
In a new diva for some happy cry
And this time she knew the dilemma
Of pain of pleasure and her stamina
That no matter what befall
She was bound to face it all
Coz she had the role and strength to do that
coz she was cosmos herself yet its pet
None could have accompanied her forever
None had the same nature she had of no matter
Being accompanied was painful for her
As it required a closed bottle without stir
And there were pangs of extreme jolts
To allow her moments of credited freedom and find faults
But that was not acceptable to her
That was not what was her
So she understood it all and stepped out
To touch new realms without any doubt
She had no expectations no complaints anymore
All she had was loads of dreams in store
And she knew she’ll make them true
Coz she was fragrance far off from woo.

Story of a firefly



There in a meadow I caught a firefly
Struggling hard it tried to fly
I wanted it to fly and fly more
I even showed it an open door
but the insect was blindfolded I guess
it kept on banging its head in mess
the tube light was what it wanted
moony-lightbeams simply flaunted
its fight, struggle and failures
its determination and will’s flurrs
it kept on trying and trying
Dreaming of that one moment of end of worrying
its wry ended for sure
with its life it attained its cure
it lost its life along with its entity
maybe it reached its desired city
but utopia has faith and dreams
most are unreal, mind’s fatal streams
so all i saw was its dead body
and a posture of bravery in prosody
but the final expression was strain
it included everything vain
the time wasted and things admired
that eternal struggle and end all fired
all its faith, labor flights in ashes
it failed to cause even minor rashes
but it gained injuries too hard
to make it stronger but still no bard
it got struck and died in that closet itself
in that suffocating but attractive shelf
the advertisement was miles apart from reality
it took its life to understand its duality.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

सिसक जुबां की



अँधेरी रात की धीमी सी चांदनी
फुसफुसा के गयी जब एक भीनी सी मुस्कान
सिरसिरा सी गयी सिसक जुबां की
जब लिया उस एक पल ने थाम

बदन की चीख मानो शांत हो गयी
शाम के चिराग में इक सिरहन सी दौड़ गयी
इश्क़ की उस जलती शमा की रात से
अँधेरी रात की डबडबाती आवाज़ से

है सी लगी उस शहर में
जहाँ थी सांस उसके गेहेन में
थमी सी सांसें रुके से दिन
उल्फत भरी ज़िन्दगी
दिल्लगी उनके बिन

रुतबा सा नूर में
आँखों में जगजाई
कहते हैं हमने कर दी
जगहसाई जगहसाई

हिसाब लेंगे उस खुदा से
ऐ खुदा हमने क्या की खुदाई
कि किस्मत में लिख दी
इतनी तन्हाई और जुदाई

याद करेंगे जब वो एक शहर सा
मिल के बैठेंगे हम उसके हीर सा
झिलमिलाती आँखों से जब निकलेंगे लहू बन कर
कर देंगे खुद को उसके नाम
सब हार कर
सब हार कर



Sunday, March 30, 2014

The cleevage

                             The cleavage
                           Women empowerment – tokenism or reality



It is obvious that no society can achieve its maximum strength unless each individual makes his or her maximum contribution. There is one group which exhibits feelings of disenfranchisement in every region of the world, and that is women. Women all over the world feel that they are second-rate and that only men can reach their full potential. This discrimination begins while the baby is still in the womb, so that a female baby is often considered of less value and the pregnancy terminated. This discrimination continues throughout the life of a woman. This discrimination is confirmed by tradition, by educational institutions, by the legal system, within the family, and, sadly, even by religion in many cases. As a result, women are often disadvantaged in terms of education, job opportunities, and finance.
It is a century old anxiety of women oppression, awareness, rebellion, voice, identity that has led to the 21st century thirst of formation of a category called ‘women’ along with the realization of impossibility of such homogeneous category. The first wave of feminism’s revolt against the view of women as lack in men becomes only a papered argument of a sentiment which is part of our very culture, religion and society. The lack is fabricated from Freud’s psychology of castration complex to the very application form where father’s name comes before mother’s name, from Christian belief of Eve coming out of Adam to give him company and ultimately leading to his downfall with consuming the forbidden apple to Hindu belief of a woman during menstruation as impure and sinners.
From the primitive time of divided labor of man and woman, the society as a whole shifted to the replica of the society as presented in  Khaled Hosseini’s bestselling novel  ‘Thousand Splendid Suns’ where woman was more of a lifeless slave to be controlled, monitored, and exploited. Luce Irrigary saw women as commodities which are exchanged amidst men under the veil of the business of marriage.  From such a commodity grew the capitalistic pride of being a product distinct from their owners. Hence came second wave feminism which rejected any need to be equated with men as that would have meant acceptance of the hierarchy. However the celebration of women as women remained only in theory. Rather, sisterhood, lesbianism became further issues; yet no solutions. The exclusively feminine world remained Utopian only to be imagined where even the imagination is in patriarchal symbols and semantics. The fantasy developed into a semiotic carnival which remained a craving.
The continuous anxiety, awareness, temporal journey and genetic development has ensured the moment of awareness to change its meaning from insurrection to introspection. 21st century provided women with exclusive rights, priorities, reservations, clinical facilities, better education and humanitarian attitude. Outstanding examples of Amul Cooperative Society, Gulabi Gang, movies like sex and the city, women D.T.C bus conductors, women traffic police, female taxi drivers, the two columns of male and female in educational and professional institutes, separate washrooms of women on roads and in clubs, girls as D.J’s, all these suggest a booming success of feminism to anyone time travelling in society.
However, if one moves few kilometers from modern urban areas to those remote villages which are far off from even the term or category called ‘women’, well one could see a picture not different from past. The awareness has indeed brought revolutionary changes but it has neither conquered over geographical obstructions nor psychological , where mentality of all, even the elite or most common people still remain subdued with the same narrow mindedness of ‘she’ as a subject open to all impositions as per the requirements. The government ensures some progress for women development but only on paper. Even if women are provided with 50% reservation in political sector well not even 3% is made use of. Reason being – lack of awareness or the taboos deeply conditioned in society’s mindsets. It is this mentality that is required to be changed.
Women who have craved their path to success like Indira Gandhi, Queen of Jhansi, Santosh Pal, Madhuri Dixit ad infinitude might be considered as medals or pendants in the necklace of feminism but it is each pearl that is required to be chiseled and made aware of their uniqueness and significance. It is the most common and general women who must know their identity rather create it. Merely modern clothes, professional works, academic brilliance of few percent of the total does not ensure the success of feminism. Till the time every particle doesn’t get it’s purpose, entity, acceptance, motivation, resources, and both basic and desired amenities, progress of  females, their families and even society as whole could not be completely achieved.
 This is required awareness much before education. Even the eldest woman in remotest village should be made aware of her existence, her entity, that she is useful and accepted in the society. Then comes sex education, spiritual guidance, economic support, literacy, entertainment. Clinical facilities, medicinal luxury, justice, counselling, agricultural training, handicraft centers, markets for their products to earn them money. It is required to treat them as people much more than child producing machines or an aid for men’s family and entertainment. It is woman who gives birth to life and holds two families, and nurtures society’s future. More than anybody else it is her who should be educated and made aware of her surroundings, of world, of things, content so that along with the present even future comes out to be smarter and better.
Today media, NGOs, civil society, government all are working for women development. But, it is urban areas which are getting more aware of issues of village women rather than rural areas. Though many waves of this mother’s milk are trying to reach to the bowl of many secluded villages but they are not enough. It is required to live in those areas, to set an example of an aware and educated human, to listen to them, understand their issues, help them with whatever possible, give them an opportunity to unleash themselves, to come out with their culture and explore the opportunities that they can make possible for themselves.

What is most ironical is that the requirements are observed by a mind many kilometers afar from rural areas, relaxing leisurely in closed walls imagining such issues, having many ledgers of past but no direct linkage with the problem area. Yet, the suffering is common with a varied intensity. Yet that feeling is there where despite of all rebellious attitude towards social impositions, the mind does not want to exchange its body with the body of a girl it observed in some village doing housework beside streets under scorching heat of sun and her quilt which she had thought was to provide her comfort without being aware of it being made a part of her body. It is she that I would like to know. It is women like she to whom I want to be of some aid.

 - Surbhi Rohera

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Social Yin-Yang

   Being and becoming American 



The theme of this paper is to break the racial binary between black and white and find Afro – American identity in a racial background. The visual symbol of my argument could be a yin - yang ball where in spite of a starking contrast between black and white, each self not only gets its entity because of the other but also is present in the other. It is here that both have their individuality and yet it is together that they get their meaning. However, when it comes to society and the reality well racial differences suddenly get a gigantic entity.
As John Arthur suggests, “racism is usually a form of prejudice in just that sense: it is an attitude that is grounded in the beliefs formed on insufficient evidence, or beliefs that are held too firmly without adequate regard for other information that may call these beliefs into question”. For example, the early colonization period in American history adopted a negative stance towards the black population with the white European inhabitants exercising their hegemonic power over the blacks brought from Africa, among others. African Americans faced a cruel system that brutalized them, while whites’ negative imaging of blacks during slavery served as a tool to justify their oppression.
Nowadays, racism is expressed in a different way still lurking in most people’s minds. Obama’s election as the president of the U.S clearly proved that there is an air of change concerning this issue and it may even be considered a victory of equality and liberty. However, the statics about blacks’ life (the life of blacks in American society) bring to the surface the truth which reveals that big numbers remain illiterate and pass a part of their life in prison. Thus, racism has not been annihilated, but transformed into a new form. African-Americans have attempted to resist these prejudices and to reposition their place in society through writing either literature or political speeches. By contesting the commonly accepted stereotypes about their race and by presenting the raw violence they have been subjected to, they have tried to comment on the stereotypical black presentation and expose the dynamic of their people.
‘Franz fanon’ in his essay ‘desalination of the black man’ talks about this injustice where a Negro is considered as a link between a man and a monkey. The relationship between white man and black creature is similar to that of an adult and a child where blacks are considered to be uneducated and therefore are conversed with - in a gibberish ‘pidgin’ language. It is not necessary that a black man doesn’t know English or any foreign language.  However he has to be shown that way in various texts and white man’s psyche (e.g. ‘me work hard, me never lie, me never steel’), in order to maintain his position in hierarchy. A black educated man is therefore a threat to white man’s assumed high entity and existing society. It is for this purpose that blacks have been exploited since so many years in spite of them being Native Americans. The black slaves from Africa and coloured red Indians are all victims of the same practice and therefore will be treated collectively in this paper as Leela Gandhi’s affective negative community.
So intense has been this discrimination into practice, that individuals are led to identity crisis. Real self, welcoming society, own culture, warm home – all become their ultimate seeking and yet they find it nowhere. It is in past that they see their future and therefore reach nowhere and the entire process also takes their present from them. In William Faulkner’s words, ‘the past is not dead and buried. In fact it is not even past’. The extent of blacks’ development is limited by whites right from the beginning. Education, medicinal facilities, and jobs – everything is distinguished and varies on the basis of race. At each step personal self is repressed in order to have an acceptable social self and yet none is achieved. 
In Dunbar’s The Lynching of Jube Benson the white narrator, Dr. Melville, presents the viewpoint of the black character, Jube Benson. The writer highlights the kind of understanding that the whites have about black population. As the narrator points out about Jube, “‘He was a fellow whom everybody trusted— an apparently steady-going, grinning sort, as we used to call him”’. This statement suggests that blacks are considered loyal people who are satisfied with their place in society, leading a tranquil and happy life. Dr. Melville further exposes the whites’ ideology of supremacy over African Americans by calling him “boy” , which sheds light on the racist belief concerning blacks’ inferiority. Apart from the racial impact that this word creates, the author suggests the loss of individual identity, since blacks are deprived of a real name and of manhood. This emphasizes Dunbar’s comment on the system that prevents African Americans from building an identity except for one in accordance with the dictates of their oppressors. Thus, identity becomes property permitting whites to objectify black life. 
The Lynching of Jube Benson sheds light on the stereotypical representations of African Americans without containing any true knowledge about them and further explores the black people’s resistance to these ideas. In the stories, the white perspective is trapped in conventions and falsely circulated ideas about African Americans. Stereotypes aim to present colored people as an inferior population and to keep them under white bondage. However, Dunbar rebels against this imposed social structure and challenges the kind of thinking about black people that originated during the time of slavery. The narrative unveils a different aspect of black personality focusing on the superficiality of such ideology by attempting to restore a sense of pride to blacks through their resistance. Literature, thus, for Dunbar becomes a remedy to cultural suppression and a tool to expose African-American struggle against the system. 
At the end of the Blake’s poem “The little black boy”, the little black boy betrays a wish to be white, to serve and be like the English boy; for as he concludes, “And then I’ll stand, and stroke his silver hair/ and be like him and then he will love me.” This should not surprise us: the socially deprived black child in a white community is psychologically conditioned and naturally identifies the idea of the beautiful with being white. Indeed in this circumstance, psychological conditioning is further strengthened by two important traditions: the authority of the ancients and the authority of the Bible. Unfortunately, both the ancients and the Bible seem to have been vindicated by the relative inferior lifestyle of black people all over the world. What J.O. Hunwick said of black communities in India is true of all black communities where ever they are found: “In general they are depressed class” when compared with non black communities.
Various Afro - American authors have tried to paint the same frustration in their works. Audre lorde’s ‘Zami’ for instance explores the creed of a black lesbian African woman to assert her identity in the backdrop of a racist, homophobic, Hippocratic, American society.  She undergoes an abnormal childhood, at each step feeling that there is some problem in her that she doesn’t get acceptance. From nuns and classmates in school, in social groups, at each phase she undergoes a strange feeling of unwantedness, discrimination, injustice. Just like the mother in Blake’s poem ‘the little black boy’ who had provided him with a manipulated illusionary reality, her parents too give her an environment of ignorance with the belief that if they won’t be aware of the reality then it won’t exist. However, she realises that ignorance won’t help her. She can’t face the consequence of her being black, of the thing she couldn’t have helped. She realises that ‘being black women together, being Lesbos together, or even being women together was not enough’. She has a herculean task of carving her own identity out of a society where she has no rank, no individuality. She interacts with all differences and with them gets her own meaning. Her newly formed self has similarities with others in some spheres and yet uniquely different in other selves. It is through out of differences that she gets her own meaning. It is through acceptance that she gets her entity. 
Thereby she attains freedom in differences. A freedom from the struggle to be one with the crowd, to be a part of the society which was not hospitable to her. With choosing Buddha’s medium path and by cessation of her desires, she attains nirvana from her suffering. Thus finds her private space in public sphere. She gets an identity not imposed upon her by the society, but one – the parameters of which are decided by her.  She creates Thoreau’s world of self government in her psyche.
If thus followed, Stephen greenbelt’s ‘self fashioning’ becomes significant where self consciousness about fashioning one’s own identity becomes a manipulated artful process. It depends upon one’s psychological, social and economical development. It depends upon the consciousness, will, desire for a change, patience, action and reaction. However it is also dependent upon the options and categories one provides oneself with. 
This leads to the dichotomy between conflicting identities available to blacks. Either they try to become like whites with their psyche, dreams, desires, believes – all imposedely designed in stereotypical American way, by ignoring their own roots, culture, past selves (assimilation). Or they try to revolt and dream of going back to Africa – in order to identify and feel at home (anti –assimilation). However, none works successfully. The former become the crow with peacock feathers and are still embarrassed about their roots (‘only the black marks itch and flutter shredding my words wherever they fall.’). The latter still can’t identify with Africa as they have rather been brought up in America and therefore are more experienced with this culture. 
These two poles are well represented in Hansberry’s play ‘A raisin in the sun’ with the two lovers of Beneatha. George according to his name believes in attaining wealth and be American like with economic status. However, inspite of his wealth and status he is detested by Beneatha and therefore is neither fully acceptable in black society nor in white. Asagai on the other hand though enhances and celebrates difference with whites yet can never convert Beneatha’s black American identity into complete black. Though she does not want to assimilate into dominant white culture and also is fascinated with her African roots, yet she wants educated American life.  Asagai too wants to take American education too Africa in order to bring positive changes in it.
Mama’s plant, Beneatha’s hair, their dream of home with garden, Walter’s urge for money and power all together symbolize stereotypical ‘American dream’ of 1950s. And yet, the very fact that they made all that possible, inspite of them being black – show the very first step in the change in the intellectual, social, psychological, aesthetic structures that govern the generations of identity. They proved that the only way to deal with discrimination is to stand up to it and reassert one’s dignity on its face rather than allow it to pass unchecked.
However, one must explore and understand that process of identity formation before accepting or repelling it. Differences are surely required in order to have meanings. Lines are to be drawn somewhere in order to have a focussed frame work on a particular rather than universe. Yet, it is to be remembered that those lines are illusionary. It is to be realised that deep inside there is no difference between white Marlow all fascinated by the blackened Kurtz and black tribals all fascinated by kurtz’s scientific experiments in Conrad’s ‘Heart of darkness’. It is to be observed that though Nwoye leaves his own black community because of its inherent flaws, rigidities and tribal atrocities and yields place to seemingly humane white culture in ‘things fall apart’. Yet, the same Nwoye experiences corruption and other flaws in white community in ‘No longer at ease’. There is nothing like right, wrong, category or divide. So there is no point criticising any side or society at large.  Heart of darkness is the most telling account of a rape of Africa by the white man. So complete is the destruction of this portion of the continent that the only Africans represented in the novel are realized as shadows, mere shadows which are often felt merging with the immensity of the dark impenetrable tropical forest. 
In many of the novels set in Africa or with African characters, the African is presented as a person to whom the White men can only extend in the words of Charles Lamb, “an imperfect sympathy”. Quite often he is seen as an object of pity and ridicule. Mr. James Waite, the ‘Nigger’ in Conrad’s “The Nigger of the Narcissus” compels both our sympathy and our contempt. And Wordsworth in Graham Greene’s “Travel with my aunt” (1969) was created for pure ridicule. This tendency to present black characters as object of ridicule and contempt defined the tone of African novels of Joyce Cary. In “Aissa Saved” (1932) and “Mister Johnson” (1939), both set in Nigeria, caricature dominates the characterization of blacks and appears to be sole purpose of the fiction.
For Blake, critiquer is complicit in the critique. Critiquing impulse and corruption impulse are both flip sides of each other. Social criticism is therefore complex and engaged. There is nothing like a pure position. Black and white – both are two sides of the same coin. ‘Social criticism’ happens not cause of right and wrong but because of a process.  A process where either white merges into black or vice- versa. The only solution here is to accept yourself as a part of the society. Self criticism therefore becomes necessary with social criticism as it is society and culture around you that creates you in a particular way. ‘Only way to liberation is through self repression’ (Foucault). You have to kill a part of you which practices those very things against which you stand.  It is only with ‘self’ and the realisation that it could be changed can a change happen. It is only with the merging of self with that of other that you become whole.
Only with the vision of black inside white and white inside black can the society become whole. It is in grey that society gets its true colour. It is in shades of grey that the identity crises occur. Alas!! Hierarchies remain in those shades. Alas! They still remain grey. Only with this realisation of egalitarian roots can a positive entity could be created. It is through Obama that a country could be leaded. 

- Surbhi Rohera


REFERENCES –  
  
 1)  Audre lorde’s ‘Zami’ 
2)   Blake’s poem “The little black boy
3)   Charles Lamb
4)   Conrad’s ‘Heart of darkness’ and ‘The Nigger of the Narcissus’
5)   Dunbar’s The Lynching of Jube Benson 
6)   Franz Fanon - ‘desalination of the black man’
7)   Hansberry’s play ‘A raisin in the sun’ 
8)   John Arthur
9)   Obama
10) Stephen greenbelt’s ‘self fashioning’ 
11) William Faulkner 
12) William Blake