PaperPlanes#4 – Panth Rehne Do Aparichit, Pran Rehne Do Akela

Those feet must be someone else’s, which were defeated,
Which returned after surrendering their resolution to obstacles,
My feet are different: unafraid of sorrow, eager to create,
My feet measuring immortality,
In their quest to reinvent
They will create a golden era even in darkness.

Those stories must be someone else’s
The sounds of which were destroyed in vacuum, and all traces lost in dust,
My story is one which even amazes destruction,
I create everyday,
A market of pearls,
And a festival of sparks.
Let the path be unknown, and you me alone!

(Translated from Hindi by Prachi Jha and Ashok Kumar Jha)

Poetry has always been a source and expression of strength for the subalterns. In the early 20th Century, when India was reeling under the influence of British Raj as well as patriarchy, there came a wave of fresh poetry from Mahadevi Verma. I got introduced to Mahadevi Verma as one of the storytellers in my small book of Hindi lessons. I vividly remember in the textbook, Verma wrote about her pet squirrel ‘Gillu’ and her encounters with the little being. The more interesting part of that lesson was the description of Verma’s own life. She lived alone in the times when the thought of a woman living all by herself was never heard of.

She came to my rescue again on a gloomy Sunday morning recently, when I was reading a digital postcard called DaakVaak in my emails. This was one of the poems from that postcard. I was awed by how she started her poem by rejecting those feet which were headed to defeat. I related to this line more than anything else. It talks about how defeats are a way and not a necessity in life and it must be someone else ’s feet if it had returned. Had it been her feet then it wouldn’t have returned, it wouldn’t have given up. This poem has something innately courageous about it. It rejects the conventional defeat. However, it doesn’t mean that she hates the idea of defeat but she says that she believes in her ability so much that she sees victory in the fallen. To me, she is Satan and Almighty at the same time. Christianity has always viewed Satan as the most ‘Satanical’ being on earth but I find heroism even in Satan. ‘Paradise Lost’, one of the epics by John Milton has the epic begin in medias-res where Satan is glorified and his followers are given a prodigious prose about working for their master but at the end, he is the fallen angel. For me, Mahadevi Verma starts after Satan has fallen because she may be sweeping the floor off and preparing to start the next round when the doomsday prediction is around the corner.

The next stanza in the above poem is even more interesting where she makes her story unique and common at the same time. She starts by saying that she creates and innovates every day. At the same time, she shares the stage with you, me and anyone who would want to be an active responder. The reason for choosing this piece is that poetry has always been the language of the elite, the language only rich quote while they give speeches or appear in ballets but Verma’s poetry gives feet to the common and appear in everyday emotions. This poem felt like a unique tribute but to every man.

Read the original poem here

About the Author: Kalpita Wadher is a Masters’ student of Social Science but her undergrad in literature makes her combine society and people with words of solace.

PaperPlanes#3 – KurigaLu Saar KurigaLu

Prof. K S Nissar Ahmed (Kokkare Hosahalli Shekh Haider Nissar Ahmed) is a prominent Kannada poet and writer. KurigaLu, Saar, KurigaLu is his hard-hitting poetical satire that will forever apply to humans.

ಕುರಿಗಳು, ಸಾರ್, ಕುರಿಗಳು; ಸಾಗಿದ್ದೇ ಗುರಿಗಳು. (kurigaLu, saar, kurigaLu; saagidde gurigaLu.)
ಮಂದೆಯಲಿ ಒಂದಾಗಿ, ಸ್ವಂತತೆಯೆ ಬಂದಾಗಿ (mandheyalli ondagi, swantateye bandagi)
ಇದರ ಬಾಲ ಅದು ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದರ ಬಾಲ ಇದು ಮೂಸಿ, (idara baala adu matte adara baala idu moosi,)
ದನಿ ಕುಗ್ಗಿಸಿ, ತಲೆತಗ್ಗಿಸಿ, (dani kuggisi, tale taggisi,)
ಹುಡುಕಿ ಹುಲ್ಲು ಕಡ್ಡಿ ಮೇವು, ಅಂಡಲೆಯುವ ನಾವು, ನೀವು, (huDuki hullu kaDDI mEvu, anDaleyuva naavu neevu)
ನಮಗೊ ನೂರು ಗುರಿಗಳು (namagO nooru gurigaLu.)
ಎಡ ದಿಕ್ಕಿಗೆ ಬಲ ದಿಕ್ಕಿಗೆ, ಒಮ್ಮೆ ದಿಕ್ಕು ಪಾಲಾಗಿ, (eda dikkige, bala dikkige, omme dikkapaalagi,)
ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಅದೂ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು ತಾಟಸ್ಥ್ಯದಿ ದಿಕ್ಕೆಟ್ಟು (omme adU kaLedukonDu TaaTasthyadi dikkeTTu)
ಹೇಗೆ ಹೇಗೊ ಏಗುತಿರುವ, ಬರೀ ಕಿರುಚಿ ರೇಗುತಿರುವ, (hege hego eegutiruva, bari kiruchi regutiruva,)
ನೊಣ ಕೂತರೆ ಬಾಗುತಿರುವ, ತಿನದಿದ್ದರು ತೇಗುತಿರುವ, (noNa kuthare baaguthiruva, tinnadiddaru tegutiruva,)
ಹಿಂದೆ ಬಂದರೊದೆಯದ, ಮುಂದೆ ಬರಲು ಹಾಯದ (hinde bandarodeyada, mundhe baralu haayada)
ಅವರು, ಇವರು, ನಾವುಗಳು (avaru, ivaru, naavugalu)
ಮಂದೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲವೊಂದೆ ಆದಾಗಲೆ ಸ್ವರ್ಗ ಮುಂದೆ – (mandheyalli ellavonde aadagale swarga mundhe –)
ಅದಕಿಲ್ಲವೆ ನಾವುತ್ತರ? ಮೆದುಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ ತಗ್ಗೆತ್ತರ, (adakillave naavuttara? MedhuLinalli taggettara)
ಹಿರಿದು, ಕಿರಿದು ಮಾಯಿಸಿ, (hiridu kiridu maayisi,)
ಒಬ್ಬೊಬ್ಬರಿಗಿರುವ ಮೆದುಳ ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥದ ಉಪಯೋಗದಿಂದ (obbobbarigiruva medhuLa swarthada upayogadinda)
ಇಡಿ ಮಂದೆಗೆ ಹಾಯಿಸಿ (iDi mandhege haayisi,)
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಬಟ್ಟೆಗೊಗ್ಗದಂಥ ಕಲೆಯ ಕರ್ಮಕಿಳಿಯದಂತೆ (hoTTe baTTegoggadantha kaleya karmakkiLiyadanthe)
ತಲೆ ಬೆಲೆಯ ಸುಧಾರಿಸಿ, (tale beleya sudharisi,)
ಬಿಳಿ ಕಪ್ಪಿನ ದ್ವಂದ್ವಗಳಿಗೆ ಮಾಡಿಸಿ ಸಮಜಾಯಿಷಿ (biLi kappina dwandwagaLige maadisi samajayishi,)
ನಮ್ಮ ಮೆದುಳು ಶುದ್ಧಿಯಾಗಿ, ಬುದ್ಧಿ ನಿರ್ಬುದ್ಧಿಯಾಗಿ, (namma medhuLu shuddhiyagi, buddhi nirbuddhiyaagi)
ಕೆಂಬಣ್ಣವನೊಂದೆ ಪೂಸಿ, (kembaNNavanonde poosi)
ಅದರ ಬಾಲ ಇದು ಮತ್ತೆ ಇದರ ಬಾಲ ಅದು ಮೂಸಿ (adara baala idu, matte idara baala adu moosi)
ನಡೆವ ನಮ್ಮೊಳೆಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿರುಕು? (naDuve nammoLelli biruku?)
ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಯ್ವ ಕುರುಬರು: (namma kaaiva kurubaru:)
ಪುಟಗೋಸಿಯ ಮೊನ್ನೆ ತಾನೆ ಕಿತ್ತು ಪಂಚೆಯುಟ್ಟವರು (puTagosiya monne taane kitthu pancheyuTTavaru,)
ಶಾನುಭೋಗ ಗೀಚಿದಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆಬ್ಬೆಟ್ಟನು ಒತ್ತುವವರು; (shaanubhoga geechiddakke hebbettannu otthuvavaru;)
ಜಮಾಬಂದಿಗಮಲ್ದಾರ ಬರಲು ನಮ್ಮಳೊಬ್ಬನನ್ನ (jamaabandigamaldaara baralu nammoLobbananna)
ಮೆಚ್ಚಿ, ಮಸೆದ ಮಚ್ಚ ಹಿರಿದು ಕಚಕ್ಕೆಂದು ಕೊಚ್ಚಿ ಕತ್ತ (mechchi, maseda machcha hiridu kachakkendu kochchi kattha,)
ಬಿರಿಯಾನಿಯ ಮೆಹರುಬಾನಿ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೈಯ್ಯ ಜೋಡಿಸುತ್ತ (biriyaniya meharubaani maaDi kaiyya jodisuttha,)
ಕಿಸೆಗೆ ಹಸಿರುನೋಟು ತುರುಕಿ, ನುಡಿಗೆ ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಹಚ್ಚುವವರು. (kisege hasiru noTu turuki, nudige benne hachchuvavaru.)
ಬಿಸಿಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ದೂಡಿ, ಮರದಡಿಯಲಿ ತಾವು ಕೂತು (bisilinalli namma dooDi, maradaDiyali taavu koothu)
ಮಾತು, ಮಾತು, ಮಾತು, ಮಾತು (maathu, maathu, maathu, maathu)
ಮಾತಿನ ಗೈರತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲೆ ಕರಾಮತ್ತು ನಡೆಸುವವರು, (maathina gairatthinalle karaamatthu naDesuvavaru.)
ನಮ್ಮ ಮೈಯ ತುಪ್ಪಟವ ರವಷ್ಟು ಬಿಡದ ಹಾಗೆ ಸವರಿ (namma maiyya tuppaTava ravashTu biDada haage savari)
ಕಂಬಳಿಗಳ ನೇಯುವಂಥ ಯೋಜನೆಗಳ ಹಾಕುವವರು. (kambaLigaLa neyuvantha yojanegaLa haakuvavaru.)
ಮಾರಮ್ಮನ ಮುಡಿಗೆ ಕೆಂಪು ದಾಸವಾಳ ಆಯುವವರು (Maarammana muDige kempu daasavaaLa aayuvavaru)
ಬೆಟ್ಟ ದಾಟಿ ಕಿರುಬ ನುಗ್ಗಿ , ನಮ್ಮೊಳಿಬ್ಬರನ್ನ ಮುಗಿಸಿ (beTTa daaTi kiruba nuggi, nimmoLibbaranna mugisi,)
ನಾವು ‘ಬ್ಯಾ, ಬ್ಯಾ’ ಎಂದು ಬಾಯಿ ಬಾಯಿ ಬಡಿದುಕೊಂಡು (naavu ‘bya bya’ endhu baayi baayi baDedukonDu)
ಬೊಬ್ಬೆ ಹಾಕುತಿದ್ದರೂ – (bobbe haakuthiddarU –)
ಚಕ್ಕ ಭಾರ ಆಟದಲ್ಲೆ ಮಗ್ನರು ಇವರೆಲ್ಲರು (chakkabhaara aaTadalli magnaru ivarellaru)
ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಯ್ವ ಗೊಲ್ಲರು. (namma kaaiva gollaru.)
ದೊಡ್ಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂಡಿಹಾಕಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಕೂರಲಿಲ್ಲ (doDDiyalli kooDihaaki nillalilla, kooralilla,)
ಎದ್ದರೆ ಸರಿದಾಡಲಿಲ್ಲ , ಬಿದ್ದರೆ ಹರಿದಾಡಲಿಲ್ಲ, (eddhare saridaDalilla, biddare haridaDalilla,)
ದೀಪದ ದೌಲತ್ತು ಇಲ್ಲ, (deepada daulatthu illa,)
ಗಾಳಿಯ ಗಮ್ಮತ್ತು ಇಲ್ಲ, (gaaLiya gammatthu illa.)
ಕಿಂಡಿಯಿಂದ ತೆವಳಿ ಬಂದ ಗಾಳಿ ಕೂಡ ನಮ್ಮದೇನೆ (kinDiyinda tevaLi bandha gaaLi kooDa nammadene)
ನಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದೆ ಕುರಿಯ ಸುಲಿದು ಆಚೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಉಪ್ಪು ಸವರಿ (namma mundhe kuriya sulidu, aache alli uppu savari)
ಒಣಗಲಿಟ್ಟ ಹಸಿ ತೊಗಲಿನ ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ಹಬೆ ವಾಸನೆ, (oNagaliTTa hasi togalina bisibisi habe vaasane,)
ಇರಿಯುತಿಹುದು ಮೂಗನೆ! (iriyutihudu moogane!)
ಕೊಬ್ಬಿರುವೀ ಮಬ್ಬಿನಲ್ಲಿ, ಮೈ ನಾತದ ಗಬ್ಬಿನಲ್ಲಿ (kobbiruvee mabbinalli, mai naathada gabbinalli,)
ಇದರ ಉಸಿರು ಅದು ಮತ್ತೆ ಅದರ ಉಸಿರು ಇದು ಮೂಸಿ – (idara usiru adu, matthe adara usiru idu moosi –)
ಹೇಸಿದರು ನಿಭಾಯಿಸಿ, (hesidaru nibhayisi,)
ತಾಳ್ಮೆಯನೆ ದಬಾಯಿಸಿ, (taaLmeyane dabaayisi,)
ನಮ್ಮ ನಾವೆ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡೊ, ಉಗುಳುನುಂಗಿ ನೊಂದುಕೊಂಡೊ, (namma naave andhukonDo, ugulu nungi nondhukonDo,)
ನಂಬಿಕೊಂಡು ಏಗುತ್ತಿರುವ ನಾವು, ನೀವು, ಇಡೀ ಹಿಂಡು. (nambikonDu Eguthiruva naavu, neevu, iDee hinDu)
ತಳವೂರಿದ ಕುರುಬ ಕಟುಕನಾದ; ಅವನ ಮಚ್ಚೊ ಅಹ! (taLavoorida kuruba kaTukanaada; avana machcho aaha!)
ಏನು ಝಳಪು, ಏನು ಹೊಳಪು, ಏನು ಜಾದು, ಏನು ಮೋಹ! (enu jhaLapu, enu hoLapu, enu jaadu, enu moha!)
ಆ ಹೊಳಪಿಗೆ ದಂಗಾಗಿ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗದೇ ರಂಗಾಗಿ, (aa hoLapige dangagi, kaNNigade rangagi,)
ಒಳಗೊಳಗೇ ಜಂಗಾಗಿ (oLagoLage jangagi,)
ಕಣ್ಣು ಕುಕ್ಕಿ, ಸೊಕ್ಕಿರುವ, ಹೋಗಿ ಹೋಗಿ ನೆಕ್ಕಿರುವ, (kaNNu kukki sokkiruva, hogi hogi nekkiruva)
ಕತ್ತನದಕ್ಕೆ ತಿಕ್ಕಿರುವ (katthanadake thikkiruva)
ನಾವು, ನೀವು, ಅವರು, ಇವರು (naavu, neevu, avaru, ivaru)
ಮಚ್ಚಿನ ಆ ಮೆಚ್ಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಅದರಾಳದ ಕಿಚ್ಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ (machchina aa mechchinalli, adaraLada kichchinalli,)
ಮನೆ ಮಾಡಿವೆ ಹುಚ್ಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ (mane maaDive huchchinalli)
ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ ಗುರಿಗಳು (nammellara gurigaLu!)

Translation into English

Sheep, sir, sheep; what goes ahead are the goals.

Become one with the crowd, shut down the individuality,

Sniff each other’s tails,

Lower the voice, bow down the head,

Search for grass, twigs and hay, you and us, roaming jobless.

We too have hundreds of goals.

To the left, to the right, sometimes directionless,

Sometimes losing that too being distraught at neutrality

Somehow tolerating, only shouting and screaming,

Bowing even to a fly, burping even if not eaten,

Not kicking whoever is behind, not ramming whoever is in the front,

Them, us, everyone.

Heaven is when everyone becomes one with the crowd

Aren’t we the answer for that? The sulci-gyri of the brain

Level the younger and older

Using the selfishness of each brain

Set sail for the whole crowd

A talent unsuitable for either food or clothes, not even for work

To set a price per head,

Explain the duel between white and black

Purify our brains, knowledge becomes unknowledgeable

Worship only the red

Sniff each other’s tails

Where are the differences among us?

The shepherds who protect us

Only day before yesterday threw the loins and wore panche

Put thumbprints to whatever the accountant writes

The credit man comes, likes one of us,

Stabs with sharpened machete and slits the neck

Prepares biryani of sympathy by pleading

Stuffs money into grinning mouths and buttering words

They push us to work under the sun while they sit under the tree

Talk, talk, talk, talk

Perform miracles only with their talks

They skin us completely without leaving a trace

And come up with a scheme to weave blankets for us

They scavenge hibiscus for goddess Maramma

When a hyena crosses over the mountain, kills two of us

And we bleat

Creating chaos

Engrossed in a game of ludo

Are our cowherds.

Even when locked in a barn, neither stand nor sit,

Don’t move when awake, don’t sprawl when fall,

No privilege of light

No scent of air

The air that comes in through the peepholes is ours

The sheep they skinned and smeared salt

To dry from it comes the warm raw smell

That drills our nose.

In this thickened fog, in this bad odour of our bodies,

Sniff each other’s breath

Manage the shit

Silence the patience

Admonish ourselves, not speak about the hurt,

Trust and wait, us, you and the whole herd.

The shepherd who sat down became the tyrant; what a machete he has!

What reflection, what shine, what magic, what lust!

Stunned by its shine, it is colourful to our eyes

It rusts us from inside

Blinds our eyes with arrogance, licking it again and again,

Rubbing our necks to it,

Us, you and them.

In the admiration of the machete, in its fire of passion,

Our goals

Have made their home.

About the Author : Shwetha H S is reader, writer, traveller, book reviewer and author of Blues Brewery, a prose and poetry anthology. She  writes on  https://shwethahs.wordpress.com/

Haiku Monument of Matsuo Basho in Yuno Pass

PaperPlanes#2 – Warming up to Haiku

To say I’ve hated haiku as an art form is a gross understatement; I had never given it a moment’s thought, forget considering it poetry!

And it’s not just the kitsch that most wannabe pseudo-intellectual or insta-intoxicated Sufi/Zen oafs churn out and repeat all over Whatsapp and other digital media either.

Consider this epitome, that’s now a cliche in the haiku universe, the piece that eventually led to the coinage of the word haiku (it was originally hokku, and the hokku used to be part of a longer poem, renga; Masaoka Shiki came up with the term for standalone haiku, made popular by Basho):

an old pond
a frog jumps in
the sound of water

( furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto

if you care for the original Japanese text.)

This piece by Basho has been hailed for portraying eternity in a moment, stillness, Zen and whatever the reader’s fertile or troubled mind conjures – it has over 170 official translations in English alone.

No matter how many times I read or thought it over, for the life of me, I couldn’t find any such depth in it. And so I gave up on the genre altogether as snake oil being peddled by Japanophile zealots.

(And lest you should think me an ignorant boor, you are free to peruse this:

https://whrarchives.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/a-contrarian-view-of-bashos-frog/)

So when I recently picked up The Classic Tradition of Haiku (there was nothing else around to read) I tried to keep a very open mind and was truly astonished by the unassuming simplicity and nothingness of it. And then it struck me!

It wasn’t haiku that I hated all these years but the over-interpretations of them! (By the way, haiku is both singular and plural.)

Haiku, rather hokku, is, what it always was, a simple rhythmic formal description of nature – nothing more, nothing less.

It is just a terse fleeting image of a transient natural phenomenon. True to its Japanese roots, it does not overdo on either sentimentality or meaning, it just states an existential fact.

And this very elemental picture, a word-image of an ephemeron in this phantasmagoria we call living on this blind plane of existence, it is this observation that is, and creates, its own meaning.

And so it is, that it is the water in the still pond that makes a sound, not the frog that eagerly jumps into it!

(And it’s not a mere play on words but the revelation of the paradoxical in the commonplace that lends the tiny haiku, barely 11-17 syllables, its unfathomable power – the recognition of truth!)

Having said that, human nature is also nature, and while Basho is synonymous with haiku to today’s western-educated youth, it is the soft sadness of Kobayashi Issa that resounded most vibrantly in me, whether it be his compassion for animals:

Exhausted by
the crowd of children –
a sparrow

or this gut wrenching observation:

her row veering off,
the peasant woman plants
toward her crying child

However, if I had to pick one quintessential haiku, it would be this masterpiece by Kikaku, Basho’s flippant, though arguably best, student:

It is my snow, I think
And the weight on my hat lightens

 

 

 

About the Author – Kaushal Suvarna has published two poetry collections – Siamese Compassion and A Trans-Arabian Handshake. He writes at https://lovelifeetc.com.

 

 

 

A Thomas Nast Santa, from 1881, wearing the modern Santa suit

PaperPlanes#1 – Made of Poetry

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

Reproduced above are lines from the poem The Night Before Christmas composed by Clement Clarke Moore for his children on the Christmas Eve of 1822. The poem was originally called A Visit from St. Nicholas and travelled time to become the most defining description of the modern day Santa Claus. How?

In 1863, Harper’s Weekly hired Thomas Nast to draw Santa Claus bringing gifts for the troops fighting in the American Civil War. Nast resorted to Clement’s poem for his inspiration and the resulting Santa was welcomed warmly by the troops. This Santa was a much more relatable one when compared to the ones depicted before Clement’s poem. Nast drew this Santa every year for 40 years.

Years later, Coca Cola in 1931, commissioned D’Arcy Advertising Agency and Michigan-born artist Haddon Sundblom to create a campaign featuring Santa Claus who would be friendlier and more approachable than the earlier versions being used by the company till then. The inspiration came again from Clement’s poem. The ‘jolly old elf’ has come to represent happiness as well as Coke till today,  all from a poem that went out anonymously when it was published for the first time!

 

 

ReferenceCoke Lore Santa Claus

 

Is there reason in Indian politics?

Amidst the general perception that there is no space for reason in modern politics and the idea that populism trumps reason and philosophy almost every time, Professor Narendar Pani along with Prof. Anshuman Behera decided to explore the subject and address this question. In the process, they put together a set of writings by India’s major political thinkers, trying to find a pattern that emerges out and understand the journey of philosophy and reason in Indian politics. This led to the publishing of Reasoning Indian Politics: Philosopher Politicians to Politicians Seeking Philosophy. Prof Pani was at Bangalore International Centre recently where he discussed his thoughts and conclusions in front of a packed auditorium. Deliberating with him on the topic “Is there Reason In Indian Politics?”, were Prof. Shiv Visvanathan of the Jindal Global University, Prof. Surinder Jodhka from JNU, and Prof. Rajeev Gowda, Member of Parliament.

 

Prof. Narendar Pani started the evening with the distinction that the philosopher John Rawls makes between the Plato’s idea of politics where you work out a complete and full-fledged theory or idea of politics and then you take it into the reality and try and implement it there. Then he argued that the other way of looking at this kind of thinking in politics was to see the patterns that emerge out of such politics and then see how they actually turn out in terms of a particular set of philosophy. Hind Swaraj (Mahatma Gandhi) and Wheel of History (Lohia) were clearly worked out theories before being brought into the realm of politics. Gandhi, Lohia, and others were also the agents of their own philosophy, they developed their own philosophy and then tried to take them into the realms of politics themselves.”

 

Prof. Pani lamented that this process has changed after independence. “We have ended up functioning primarily with the day to day politics of competitive democracy which turns out to be an entirely different pattern. It’s not an easy pattern to understand. Politics has become a purely competitive world. The ideas of today are hidden and closely guarded secrets but over time if we observe closely, we find a certain pattern. We have to understand how logic functions in Indian politics. There is a difference in the idea of logic between India and the west, or more correctly between the local Indian thinkers and the modern logic. The modern logic keeps psychology out of it. The focus is entirely on abstract systems or roots of logic and tends to keep all subjective judgement out of it. Indian logic on the other hand always refused to make a distinction between logic and psychology. It always believed that the logic a person makes has a certain psychological element within it. This is something that we see reflected in its politics. We have the ideological politics which tries to define what they are doing in terms of specific objective laws. Not only Marxism but the initial right wing Hindutva propagated by Savarkar was also very clear in defining objectivism. The logical structure separated from psychology and subjectivity tended to dominate the ideological theories. At the same time, those who were more willing to recognise Indian logic and function with it, notably Gandhi, believed that such a distinction was false. According to him there is an element of subjectivity in whichever theory we choose. Hence, instead of rejection of subjectivity, he believed in improvement of subjectivity. His view was that you have a set of beliefs which are relevant for a particular situation and then you convince others of the same.” Gandhi developed the idea of symbols like salt to convince people about ideas which were not connected together.

After the Quit India Movement of 1942, when Nehru took charge from Gandhi, Indian politics saw a major shift in its philosophy. Dr. Pani argued that on one hand for Gandhi, the philosophy of thinking was an essential part of democratic politics. “He had to take it to the people, get the people to go through it, and then come up with the politics. Nehru, on the other hand reflected a contempt for the people. He believed that these philosophies, if taken to people will only confuse them. He kept the abstract logic for policy making and the psychological logic for his electoral campaigns. He institutionalised it by making the Planning Commission report only to him and over time this separation has been further institutionalised.” Dr. Pani termed the Anti-defection law brought by Rajiv Gandhi as the most institutionalising step in this aspect.

 

“This complete separation of the logic of policy from the logic of politics led to a certain division in the polity which led to the emergence of ideological parties of the right and the left. On the other hand you had mainstream political parties which raised issues which were symbolic, which appealed to people with different psychological preferences. Over time, the ideological parties began to see the importance of symbols which reached its peak with the Babri Masjid agitation. These symbols and the roles that they play are something that have been used repeatedly. It comes from the thinking that all I have to do is identify a group of supporters that I want and then convince them that they are victims of something else and keep a symbol around which they are victims. This started with “Garibi Hatao” which was a fairly real issue. But you ended up taking away privy purses and nobody monitored where that money went. Similarly, you have the regional parties which came after language and separate flags agitations. Then you have the Hindutva. Now this politics of psychology comes up against a sense of law which still follows an abstract logic, an objective system. But over time as the objective system gets difficult to implement, politicians see an opportunity there as well  where you function without knowing how far this can go or function in a way where you lose credibility. Then you have a system where criminals can stand for parliament but equally false cases can be put against innocent people to stop them from standing for parliament. So, you end up then with a much wider set of issues, without a clear system of logic that people can realise. Focus is then on identifying the messiah. Then you move from one messiah to another and when that logic completely breaks down, you try to make up with volume, as we see on television sets these days.”

 

Prof. Pani ended his introduction of the subject matter and took his seat on the panel, a prolonged applause appreciated him. People were still trying to unravel the package delivered to them in the preceding 20 minutes or so when Prof Shiv Visvanathan began to speak.

Bangalore-International-Centre

Prof. Visvanathan was eloquent, delightful, and lucid. Critiquing the book, he said that this book meets two types of people, a theorist and a story-teller. Amid mild laughter, he continued that when you pick the book and read it, there is a very subversive kind of humour. “The humour is in the choice of articles”. Prof. Visvanathan continues, “In fact there are three Narendar Panis (in this book) and they play themselves brilliantly in the reading of the book. He begins as a Marxist who abandons his Marxism or at least fragments it. He moves from Marxism to a Gandhian ethical position, and thirdly he wonders if there are pluralistic possibilities of political theory? Continuing in his energetic, high-octane voice Prof. Visvanathan laid bare his quarrel with the book, albeit sportingly. He disagreed with the standard political theory approach that the national movement was about political ideologies. According to him our national movement was amongst the most playful national movements in history.

 

“Where else do you see such an availability of eccentricity? Every eccentric Englishman/woman I can think of, was a part of the national movement, our nationalism was plural. The greatest debates did not take place in politics. They took place in the archives of Science and Technology. Indian nationalism produced the greatest political critique of Science and Technology ever. We never look at these archives and this creates the second problem. By looking only at straight political theory, you miss storytelling. To me the great Indian novel comes from the bureaucratic commission reports, the Industrial commission reports, the works in the Emergency. They are great acts of storytelling which are also great acts of ethnography and theorising.”

 

He also pointed out the use of texts in the book. Continuing his performance, captivating the audience, making them question everything they knew at the same time, he said, “I wish there was greater work on the Emergency. One of the great acts of theorising was the Shah Commission Report. It theorised about violence and it theorised brilliantly about the feat of how reason in politics becomes a havoc. Because what you are looking at is a technocratic reason of Jagmohan and gang which was subservient to the political arbitrariness of Sanjay Gandhi. What happens when reason is tied to arbitrariness?” Extolling U.R. Ananthamurthy’s Bharathipura as the best critique of Socialism, he added further, “Literature becomes a critique of reason. So, language should be taken more interestingly… reason without being expressed in a certain kind of language is no longer rational.”  He let the audience off with a probing question, ”Where does philosophy rescue politics? Because we are operating with 19th century concepts; nation state, boundaries, scientific idea of positivism. And in a deep and fundamental way, this is a fundamental attempt to rescue political science from being an old fashioned 19th century game.”

 

Professor Surinder Jodhka was the next to speak. He advocated a ground up way of looking at the question of reason in Indian politics. “I think if you look at the empirical evidences, you have reasons not to be so depressed about India and her future.” He spoke about his experiences of working in the north-western parts of India namely Punjab, Haryana, Delhi etc. and Bihar over the past three decades. “If one were to look at the rural landscape, much work has been done around the issues of caste over the last many years. If you look at the local level political process, it has completely transformed, where you can have a Mayawati or a Lalu Yadav become the chief minister of a state.” In the villages, he argued, “on one hand you have clear decline of the rural patriarch, at the regional level on the other hand caste and politics dynamics has been very interestingly played out. At the national level, things are far more complicated, more fluid. National level politics need conceptualisation and thinking about how democratisation process has transformed the national level politics. But at the local level and regional level, the kind of people who came into politics has changed significantly, a change for good I believe.”

 

Prof. Jodhka also addressed the issue of democracy and identities. “Although most of us dislike the word identity in itself but on the ground, many kinds of identities have emerged and these identities aren’t simply sectarian identities. Most identity politics trying to mobilise themselves around a notion of collective identity have almost always articulated the language of citizenship, not just the language of numbers. They want space in this nation state which has been historically very exclusionary.” Talking about the book, he said that it compelled him to think very differently. After reading this book, he learnt much more than he would have, from reading other texts that he normally reads on caste, economy, and politics. Seconding Prof. Visvanathan, he critiqued that the book still operated under the framework of mythological nationalism as if India as an entity could be India on its own. That possibility, Prof. Jodhka believes, no longer exists. India’s politics is now shaped by various factors which include not only the diaspora but also other kinds mediation of what are coming from all around the globe.

 

Prof. Rajeev Gowda started off with a potent statement that we live in a non-ideological era. Where Prof. Pani laid out the political philosophies of Lohia and Gandhi in the pre-independence era, Prof. Gowda decided to delve into the philosophy behind the major movements of the 80s and 90s. “If we look back into the last two – three decades and see what kinds of ideological frameworks have been animating the Indian political landscape, we find that there actually have been many major schisms, divides, and challenges through the way we constructed ourselves as a nation. And the ones that come straight to minds are 1989 onward and 1992, the Mandal and Masjid related challenges to the settled order. There was tremendous reasoning behind each of these movements.”

 

Prof. Gowda also talked about the challenges he faces as the head of the research department of the Congress. “One of the agenda is to articulate a narrative which can capture the imagination of all the people.” This they evidently did in 2004 by turning the ‘India Shining Campaign’ of the BJP on its head, by questioning the inclusiveness of the NDA governance. He also recognised the process of liberalisation in 1991 as something which was not premeditated but something which needed to be done at that time. Addressing the friction between a global liberalised economy and the Gandhian idea of economy, he said, “taking the Gandhi’s talisman as a philosophical construct, the congress when came back to power in 2004, found the philosophy of governance by turning to the activist community, creating the National Advisory Council, and coming up with rights based legislation.” He also stressed on the decentralisation of Panchayati Raj achieved by our Late Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi. It was a tough task, he explained, because it meant challenging the existing power equation in the villages. It let people make decisions about their lives by themselves. It broke established patterns and challenged accepted practices.

 

Addressing the elephant in the room, Prof. Gowda talked about the spiralling cost of politics. “Part of reality of the politics apart from who participates and who votes is that who contributes. Resources are needed. We are in denial of the cost of democracy. We need to have full time politicians, political parties, elections, campaigns; and all these things don’t come for free. We have never accepted this particular challenge because philosophically we need politics to be a level playing field. We have let politics be taken over by people who have tremendous amount of money.” The solution according to the Member of Parliament is the crowd funding of elections at least to a level where all the participants have a fair chance in this competition. Prof. Gowda ended his absorbing talk by underlining the importance of  “narrative that connects the politicians and political parties to the people and that’s where reasoning and philosophy are central to a party’s manifesto, vision, rhetoric, or articulation which may seem mundane and devoid of reason but is actually focused on trying to connect with people in their hearts and their minds.”

The evening ended with the panel taking feedback and questions from the audience. This panel was educative, reaffirming, and positive which are in short supply these days. The audience walked away with a sense of a Monday evening well spent.

 

About the Author : Ambikesh Kumar Jha is a social writer and a sailor, presently ashore.

Open defecation is migrating to cities. And how!

You step out of your home for a walk. The temperature around dawn is just perfect, especially in the suburbs and residential areas. The greenery has a revitalizing effect on the eyes and the mood alike.The breathing in of a lung full of fresh air and exhaling it out consciously seem refreshing. The birds have just started waking up, you can hear them yawn. You find your fellow early-risers jogging, sitting in parks and trying to assimilate the beauty of the surroundings, walking their cute, little, lovely dogs. Friendship has no better definition. Life seems good. All seem to be gearing up for a challenging every day. Then you find poop.

 

Most often you find it beneath the step that you were about to take or have already taken. If you are a regular, you catch them in the act quite frustratingly often. Those little furry fellows that you were adoring moments ago, peeing against some unlucky chap’s car tyre or taking a dump, in full public view. And then you get to see what is truly bizarre but seems ridiculously normal. The pet lovers, most of whom have their pets on leash, walk right ahead and without feeling the need to do anything about the nuisance their pets have created. This normalization of risk is so tragic that it is almost comical. Well, almost, because a single gram of dog faeces contains 20 million E. Coli bacteria known to cause diarrhoea, intestinal illness, and serious kidney disorders in humans. It also carries parasites like hookworms, ring worms, salmonella and tapeworms. That should be enough data to wake you up from your lazy slumber.

 

Your invigorating early morning walks suddenly aren’t so invigorating anymore, are they?

 

Evenings are worse.

 

The solution to most human-related problems is always binary – either the carrot or the stick. Of course, exceptions exist to this rule. There is Kashmir issue for example, purely man-made, where neither of the two approaches seems to be working right now. But let us not digress and come back to the poop.

 

To solve every problem that we face, we look for inspiration from outside. Innovation is just not our thing. So let us have a look at our more western counterparts. In Ireland, one can complain to the court against any owner who allows a dog to foul public places. In the UK, local councils can levy penalty ranging from £75 to £1,000. If New York dog owners fail to clean up after their pets have done their shit, and a city agent sees the ‘crime’ taking place, they are issued a ticket (challan) under Pooper Scooper Law. Authorities in Italy, Spain etc. have introduced DNA testing of the poop and matching with the database that they have compiled while registering dogs. Of course, we can not expect such rigorous rules in India where we don’t even remember when the last dog census was held and where there is no working database or registry of pets. Not that it hasn’t been tried before but imposing fines in India usually doesn’t work. If you penalize spitting or smoking at public places, people find places where ‘no one is looking’. A fine of a meagre Rs. 500 was imposed on owners who let their dogs relieve themselves on the Marine Drive stretch without cleaning up after them. Within a week there was a decline of 99% in dog owners taking out their dogs for a ‘walk’ in the aforementioned stretch. So, what did people do? They just started taking their pets elsewhere.

 

So what do we do? We can spread awareness, inspire people, and most importantly lead by example. Be the change. In fact, it is not very difficult. We just have to carry a pair of hand gloves, a scoop, and a disposable bag. One can find all the three items online. When the dogs are done with their business, just put on your hand gloves, scoop the poop and bag it. We can take it back to our toilets and flush them. That’s what the toilets are for, aren’t they? I have seen some really nice people carrying a bottle of water with them to pour it over the soiled area. Such people give hope. Let us give each other a little more of that, shall we? At the community level, a number of designated poop disposal facilities need to be constructed, especially in parks. People need to be encouraged to use them because it’s the people who need to be made aware.

 

Of course, not all dog poops that you find on the streets and pavements are from domesticated pets. There are stray dogs which are almost exponentially more dangerous than their better-off vaccinated counterparts but just because the municipal corporation is not doing their job, does it absolve us from our duties as responsible citizens?

 

We have to start at an individual level, inspire, spread awareness and help each other out in the community. What we seek, more than anything else, is a clean India. More than 67 million toilets have been constructed to that effect since 2nd October 2014 when Government of India started its most ambitious Swachh Bharat Abhiyan. But are we as urban citizens doing our bit to achieve the goal of an Open Defecation Free India? If we are not, shouldn’t we? India is a vast country with every demographic entity having different problems but whether it is a rural area or an urban one, quite obviously open defecation is a problem that affects all of us. It is an extreme health hazard and needs to be tackled with awareness, infrastructure and a change in mindset. So, wherever we live, let us join hands with our fellow citizens and strive to achieve the goal of a clean nation by making our locality open defecation free. Dogs cannot do that, humans can.

 

 

References – 

Times of India – Article 1

Times of India – Article 2

Swachh Bharat Mission

 

Guide – 

https://www.wikihow.com/Take-a-Dog-Out-to-Poop

 

 

About the Author : Ambikesh Kumar Jha is a social writer and a sailor, presently ashore.

Falling of Lenin in Khmelnytskyi park

The Eccentric Tripartite for BJP’s Congress Mukt Bharat

After a staggering 25 years, Left Front was booted out of office in Tripura, paving the way for BJP which won 35 seats in a house of 60. It marked an increase in the vote share of the right-wing party from a mere 1.5 percent to 43 percent which came as a deadly setback for the incumbent CPI(M) which has now been reduced to just one state in the entire Indian Union i.e. Kerala.

This also reiterates the fact that BJP is now in power, independently or in alliance, in 20 out of 29 Indian states. The win in Tripura is a landmark victory especially because the BJP came out winners against their arch-rivals, the CPI(M). The people of India have now deliberately and progressively alienated the Left from the political discourse of India and the Right has been filling the vacuum, the so called centre being a hapless, clueless and docile spectator.

From Tripura (Photo : Reuters)
From Tripura (Photo : Reuters)

However, what should have been a cause for positive reinforcement and celebrations in the BJP has turned out to be the harbinger of mayhem, disruption, and anarchy. A day after the ground-breaking win in Tripura, alleged workers of the saffron party instead of celebrating their win with integrity, composure and the proverbial laddoos, chose vandalism instead and demolished the statue of Lenin, considered to be the fore-father of Communists world over. This mala fide activity, no doubt gave rise to much mayhem among the left front and was akin to rubbing salt on a freshly inflicted wound. Naturally, ‘Liberals’ from all sections berated this act of utter shamelessness and indiscipline from a party which has always taken pride in being called ‘disciplined and cadre-based’. The right presented the initiative to the left on a platter and the left did not disappoint. A statue of Dr. Ambedkar vandalized by unknown miscreants in U.P. a couple of days ago was immediately saffronized. People from the cabal immediately set out to find a pattern and in a large country like India finding selective patterns has never been a tough task. All was going well, the narrative was firmly with the left when some imbecile left novices in Jadavpur University decided to dismember a statue of Dr. Shyama Prasad Mookherjee. Although I don’t believe in bans but whoever gave them that idea should definitely be banned from politics.

All these disruptive and unsettling developments were slowly coming to the end of the very short attention span of Indian public when they were given a fresh lease of life by BJP’s Mr. H. Raja. He wrote on his Facebook page:
“Who is Lenin? What is the connection between him (Lenin) and India? What connection between communism and India? Lenin’s statue was broken down in Tripura. Today it is Lenin’s statue in Tripura and tomorrow it will be the statue of caste fanatic EV Ramasamy.”

For the uninitiated, the “caste fanatic EV Ramasamy” that he talks about is none other than Periyar and before one terms Mr. Raja as another fringe element in BJP, let it be known that he is one of the national secretaries of BJP. What is interesting though is the alacrity with which PM Narendra Modi and Party Chief Amit Shah have denounced the statement and the vandalism. They seem to know the reverence with which Periyar is seen in Tamil Nadu, and although the BJP’s neo-nationalism is in stark contrast with the regional nationalism of Periyar, they have no qualms in bargaining that for a better outreach in the region.

The 21st century has been BJPs century so far. From Mr. Atal Bihari Vajpayee to Mr. Narendra Modi, the hierarchy of BJP has truly aged and evolved. Mr. Modi and Mr. Shah have forged a formidable partnership to the chagrin of the opposition. Their combination has worked wonders for the saffron outfit pan India. However, there are pockets of opposition still left especially in the southern states, where an eccentric alliance is being touted. This peculiar tripartite consists of communists, ambedkarites and periyarites who have historically disagreed vehemently with each other on matters of ideology. But as they say, politics makes strange bedfellows. Having come to touching distance of Modi’s dream of “Congress-Mukt Bharat”, it can therefore be argued that the main challenge that lies ahead for him is this tripartite. And the irresponsible statements and actions of his peripheral leaders is only making this amalgamation a lot easier than envisaged.

About the Author : Ambikesh Kumar Jha is a social writer and a sailor, presently ashore.

Public Libraries in the Digital Age

The speaker of the house was Hannelore Vogt with Satish Hosamani, the former is the director of Cologne Public Library, Germany and the latter represented Karnataka State Libraries. The session started with Hannelore presenting us some articles which looked like toys and one would wonder about its significance, only to realise from her presentation that those were printed out from the 3D printer of Hannelore’s public library.

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The Family as a Microcosm

Bangaloreans got a chance to interact face to face with the renowned author Sadiqa Peerbhoy, who launched her latest book on the first day of Bangalore Literature Festival, 2017. ‘The Family as a Microcosm’ is the story of a dysfunctional family which is trying to survive through a distraught Bombay, post-Babri Masjid demolition. While both the family and the city are in turmoil, the author tries to portray how deeply the fate of both these two entities are intertwined. Whatever happens to the family, happens to the city and hence, the word ‘microcosm’ fits so aptly into the title.

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