Wednesday, 11 March 2020

International Womens' Day 2020 : AN ODE TO ALL WOMEN IN THE WORLD



AN ODE TO ALL WOMEN IN THE WORLD

Nibir K. Ghosh

The distress signals the 24/7 newsfeed daily brings us

Of rapes, molestations, harassment at work place,

domestic violence, eve-teasing, dowry-oriented bride burnings,

female foeticide, sexual abuse, trafficking, child marriages, enforced prostitution,

incantation of a 'word' terminating relationships made in heaven

blackmail and extortion courtesy digitization and viral videos

Of all crimes against women perpetrated by the

lowliest of the low and the mightiest of the mighty

by adolescents, the young and the elderly

by aliens as well as by kith and kin

in garbs of sophistication and attires of divinity

cutting across caste, community, class, region, religion and race,

completely blind to and unmindful of

their compassion, struggle and sacrifice,

I truly wonder whether,

as the male species of the homo sapiens,

as participants, accomplices, indifferent witnesses and mute spectators.

rooted in patriarchy, obsolete traditions, and fettered mindsets,

have the conscience and the right

to celebrate the 8th day of March or any other day as

                A HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY ???

Copyright Nibir K. Ghosh 8 March 2020.

Saluting the women who started the Chipko Movement

Comments Received through Email and Facebook

“Great poem, Prof. Ghosh.  It captures the trials & tribulations of women, and the need for men to change.  Congratulations!” – Dr. Tijan M. Salah (Leading Gambian poet and former World Bank Executive), Maryland, USA.

“Thanks for your ode. I like it. You cover all the ground and hit all the high points and low points.” Prof. Jonah Raskin, Emeritus Professor, Sonoma State University, California, USA

Loved the poem Sir! So apt, and so powerful. You have brought out the irony of the situation. Straight from the heart! 🙂☺ Made my day! –Seema Sinha, BITS Pilani

The truth! But who is there to face the bitter truth. They've eyes,they see not.They have ears__stone_deaf. Hearts ? Do they have? They feel not, they blush not.God forgive them,they know not what they are doing to their mothers, sisters, daughters. Dr. Z. Hasan, Mathura

Very cogent and poignant – Prof. Sumita Roy

 Nice poem sir, highlighting and revealing the truth of society. Salute you sir for such a mind blowing and thought provoking ode – Hukam Chand, Mathura

Excellent post on WOMEN'S Day ...so true .. Shared your post widely ..with many groups ...my page n timeline. Of course with your name...Sir. Veena Srivastava, Kolkata
Heart touching post. Woman is a fantastic combination of mother daughter life partner real friend full of compassion love and forgiveness.Devi indeed. Reeta Bose, Noida
Sir , you have written from the depth of your heart. Indeed it's a message to our society.- Vivek Sharma
A thought can change the world.
A world cradles in the arms of the mother
Let not the absence of light delight that the moon is crescent forever

It is and it will be light. -  Ritu Bali, Muscat Oman

A naked reality of almost all societies but especially of ours reflecting hypocrisy and duality in social behaviour towards woman community. Barring a few lines in our ancient literature and scriptures in which the people of patriarchal mindset assigned women greatness and divinity ,they have always been made subject to all tortures and exploitations and relegated to a caste lower than the lowest as expressed in the above post. But salute to their spirit and courage that despite all these oppressions and exploitations they are marching ahead on the path of success and getting their rights on the equal basis. Dr. Hukum Chand, Agra

Thanks Prof. Ghosh for your boldness to speak out the naked truth. – Dr. Ajit Mukherjee, Bhubaneshwar

Very fantastic!! Congratulations sir!!!- Dr. Manish Wankhede, Nagpur

Beautifully composed the harsh reality of life... Sir -Dr. Divya Gupta, GLA, Mathura

"And miles to go before I sleep"- Dr. Navleen Multani, RGNUL, Patiala








Monday, 2 March 2020

Harmonious Living and the Communal Divide by



Harmonious Living and the Communal Divide: Some Reflections

Nibir K. Ghosh

“I know nothing of this silence except that it lies outside the reach of my intelligence, beyond words -- that is why this silence must win, must inevitably defeat me, because it is not a presence at all.” ― Amitav Ghosh, The Shadow Lines

As an avid reader of Partition Narratives, I have often wondered why homo sapiens have, despite unprecedented enlightenment down the centuries, refused to yield to the voice of conscience and rationality in times of crisis and calamity. Innumerable stories of Partition, that I have been reading and re-reading for ages now, have always brought to the fore how an individual heart and soul that craves naturally for harmony and peace within and calm around falls an easy prey to the collective frenzy of violence, brutality, bestiality and inhumanness stirred by communal, caste or religious divide. Among the ravenous clouds of mass hysteria, hatred and violence as reflected in the stories by Manto, Rajinder Singh Bedi, Khushwant Singh, Chaman Nahal, Amitav Ghosh, Kamleshwar, Khwaja Ahmad Abbas, Kamladevi Chattopadhyay etc. there do appear at times the silver lining of hope in universal brotherhood that give indications of the prevalence of better sense where individual relationships triumph over communal violence and hatred. However, such rare islands of hope often tend to get submerged in the huge sea of despair springing from fear, anxiety, disbelief and the like.

So, rather than discuss any of the available partition narratives, I would rather share with friends my own little experiences that sprang from my innate belief in the essential goodness of individuals no matter how adverse the nature of calamity.

As I hear friends talking about their creative/critical response to various narratives that tore asunder friends, lovers and families and displaced millions from their respective beloved land 73 years ago, my mind travels down memory lane to the morning of December 6, 1992. I woke up early on the said date as my research scholar and friend Abdur Rub Khaleel was arriving in Agra by A.P. Express. Abdur Khaleel, based in Hyderabad, had become a close friend during my frequent visits to the American Studies Research Centre, Hyderabad. When he expressed his desire to work for his Ph.D. under my supervision at Agra College, I just couldn’t say “no’. He was coming to Agra to complete his work and submit his thesis. I received him at the Agra Cantt station and brought him to a hotel located very close to my home where arrangements for his stay had been made. After having breakfast with him, I left for my home telling him that I would be meeting him in the evening to discuss his dissertation on W.H. Auden.
As I was returning from Sadar Bazar on that fateful afternoon, I could sense the atmosphere around was quite tense like the silence before a storm. I could see people talking anxiously in hushed tones in groups while some shopkeepers were hurriedly pulling the shutters down. I wondered what had happened. I stopped for a while and asked a few pedestrians what was it all about. I was told that the Babri Masjid at Ayodhya had been demolished. It took me a second to realise what all this could lead to. I quickly reached the hotel where Khaleel was putting up. By then the news had spread like wildfire. Khaleel seemed anxious and asked whether he should leave immediately for Hyderabad. I told him not to worry at all. Agra was the city of Sulahakul I reminded him.

For a few moments I did feel ill at ease apprehending the uncertainty of the kind of backlash such incidents were likely to provoke. My gut feeling told me that since Khaleel was here to meet me the responsibility for his safety and wellbeing lay on my shoulders. Consequently, unmindful of all the rumours around, we began talking about Auden. As a precautionary measure curfew was clamped in many parts of the city. For the next 10 days we remained together till his work was complete. On the eleventh day he submitted his Ph.D. thesis and left for Hyderabad. While most of the country was burning during those 10 days, we didn’t allow the animosity of communal clashes come between us. In due course Khaleel received his Ph.D. degree from Agra University that remains a testimony to the fact that the bonds of friendship proved stronger than the frenzied enmity of adversaries.

I must share another experience related to what one may see as a deep bond of Hindu-Muslim friendship that began simply with an email. During 2003-04 we (my wife Sunita and I) visited USA on the internationally prestigious Senior Fulbright Fellowship to work at the University of Washington, Seattle. Nearly two years after our return to India, I was pleasantly surprised to receive an email dated 23rd September 2006, from one Dr. Zeeshan-ul-hassan Usmani (a Pakistani Computer Engineer and Fulbright Scholar at Princeton) requesting me for an essay on my Fulbright experience for a book that he wished to bring out on Fulbright scholars. I sent him my essay “From the City of the Taj to Bill Gates Town.” In less than a week’s time I received his response dated 26 October 2006 thus:

“Thank you for your wonderful essay. Overall, I am impressed with your achievements and writing style and would like to invite you as a co-editor for this book. We have been searching for a co-editor for a while and it seems you will be the best choice.

Let me know if you agree and have time to work on this wonderful volume of Fulbright essays and I will walk you through the details. I look forward to hearing back from you soon. Please also send me your tel. no and best time to reach you.”

I wrote back saying I was submerged with a lot of work and that it would not be possible for me to accept his invitation for the editorial collaboration on the said project.

Lo and behold, the very next morning I received a telephone call from Zeeshan reiterating his request. I again expressed my inability. The next statement that he made changed my resolve. He said, “I want to tell you that my mother hails from Agra. Can’t we join our hands in friendship?” In view of his statement I immediately agreed to accept the collaborative responsibility. The book titled Beyond Boundaries: Reflections of Indian and U.S. Scholars jointly edited by Zeeshan and me and published by iUniverse, New York was officially launched at the U.S. Embassy, New Delhi in 2007. When I was asked to make a brief speech at the august ceremony, I humbly said:

The editorial collaboration in this volume has its own story to tell. It is providential that two Fulbrighters hailing from two different nations that are at perpetual loggerhead with each other should work in perfect harmony to bring together 60 other scholars to spread the message of life and hope. I call it providential because the two of us have never met and our acquaintance began with an email and our friendship grew with this project. If understanding, affection and mutual admiration can unite two individuals from India and Pakistan and make them oblivious of the cloud of suspicion that hangs over the relationship of these two nations ever since the historic divide of 1947, there is plenty of room to hope that such small steps will create new pathways for a beautiful world without boundaries. 

Narratives like the above, that recount such actual experiences of living in harmony, rarely find space in historical accounts or government reports. They are often dismissed as idiosyncrasies of individuals lacking the missionary zeal of true patriots and jihadis.

I have not shared these experiences here to prove any point or set a precedent but simply to reassure myself that there is always hope for a future filled with love and friendship no matter how difficult the calling.

I dedicate these personal ruminations to the memory of all those who recently lost their lives in Delhi in their bid to come to terms with the gruesome reality of the communal divide. May their soul rest in eternal peace in a realm that defies lines and boundaries.















Re-Markings Vol 19 No. 1 March 2020: First Look & Comments



FIRST LOOK



CONTENTS
American Studies and European Perspectives: A Conversation with Walter Hoelbling
Nibir K. Ghosh / 7
Gandhi: 150 Years After His Birth
Jonah Raskin / 18
Artless in His Art: The Case of Nida Fazli
Anisur Rahman / 22
Subhas Chandra Bose: Prison Reflections on Art, Life and Humanity
Sanjay Kumar Misra / 26
The Sickness of Despair: A Study of Snowman’s Dilemma in Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake
Tanu Gupta & Pooja Singal / 35
Subaltern Reading of Marathi New Wave Cinema
Melwyn S. Pinto / 42
Krupa Sophia Jeyachandran & Urvashi Kaushal / 52
Narrating History and Historicising Performance: Arthur Miller’s The Crucible
Tanya Mander / 59
Reflection of Mythical and Cultural Milieu in Amish Tripathi’s Shiva Trilogy
Shalini Bhargava / 69
Walking to (W)rest the Real: Rousseau’s First and Tenth Walk in Reveries of the Solitary Walker
Satvir Singh / 76
Modern Theatre: A Dramatist’s Evolution Through Angst, Exhaustion and Hope
Rakhi Vyas / 84
Queer Discourse in Indic Myths: ‘Other’ Stories from a Gender-Fluid World
Seema Sinha & Kumar Sankar Bhattacharya / 88
Multicultural Outpourings in the Poetry of Sylvia Plath and Kamala Das
Rajan Lal / 97
Village as the Centre: Space in Raja Rao’s Kanthapura
Sarita Pareek / 105
Mass Exodus of Kashmiri Pandits: Contentions and Contestations
Shaifta Ayoub / 111
Women, Gender Roles and Socio-Cultural Matrix in Ismat Chugtai’s Short Stories with Special Reference to
“Lingering Fragrance” and “The Wedding Suit”
Eram Shaheen Ansari / 121
Past Shaping the Future: A Study of Tamim Ansary’s Games Without Rules
Namita Chouhan / 131
Dance as Structure of Fiction: Donovan Roebert’s The Odissi Girl
Swayamshree Mishra / 139
Soul’s Musings: Confessionalism in the Poetry of Kamala Das and Anne Sexton
Roopali Khanna / 147
Films and Select Works of Ruskin Bond
Shri Kant Kulshrestha / 153
Poetry
Shernavaz Buhariwala  
Antartica / 157
Wahajuddin Ahmad  
Prostitute / 159, World of Hunger / 159
Manju 
My Better Half / 160


COMMENTS RECEIVED

The 41st edition of RE-MARKINGS (March 2020) was a bibliophile’s delight. A veritable smorgasbord of quality writing, the work reflects the editor’s excellent choice in terms of diversity in articles and contemporaneity of issues. Invoking Camus in the editorial sets the tone right. Salvation indeed lies in the efforts of the subaltern, ‘whose deeds and words negate frontiers’. In these liminal times when boundaries are giving way to bridges it is heartening to see such volumes assisting the cause of humanitarianism, as the Chief Editor has so succinctly pointed out. Hence there is hope that the collective effort will narrow down, if not eliminate, the yawning gulf between, as Dr. Ghosh says, ‘want and affluence, strife and peace, fear and security’. The ‘slumber of inertia’ is deep. It would take many voices to break the silence that has set in. Congratulations to RE-MARKINGS for having successfully emerged as a platform for airing out issues that matter.  The interview with Professor Hoelbling was remarkable, especially the reference to his poem ‘Happy News Year’. ‘The elevation of news by foregrounding the positive’, as Dr. Ghosh has beautifully emphasized, is the way out. Right from the aesthetics of the front-cover page, to the enriching Orwellian quote on the back-cover page, to the excellence of the varied writings, RE-MARKINGS was worth the wait. 
          
Dr. Nibir Ghosh, May your tribe increase!  --Seema Sinha, BITS Pilani




Sunday, 16 February 2020

A Conversation with Lucinda Roy - Re-Markings Vol. 17 No.1 March 2018.



'Learning to Accommodate Spaces':  
A Conversation with Lucinda Roy 

Nibir K. Ghosh

Lucinda Roy, Alumni Distinguished Professor in Creative Writing, teaches in the MFA program at Virginia Tech in the U.S. Her books include the poetry collections Fabric and The Humming Birds, the novels Lady Moses and The Hotel Alleluia, and the memoir-critique No Right to Remain Silent: What We’ve Learned from the Tragedy at Virginia Tech. Her poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction have been published in numerous journals and anthologies, including American Poetry Review, Callaloo, North American Review, Prairie Schooner, Poet Lore, River Styx, the Chronicle of Higher Education, the New York Times, the Guardian and USA Today. She has appeared on many TV and radio programs. Among her awards are the Commonwealth of Virginia’s Outstanding Faculty Award, the Virginia Press Women’s Association’s Newsmaker of the Year Award, and the Baxter Hathaway Poetry Prize for her long slave-narrative poem “Needlework.” She is working on a novel about slavery, and a series of oil paintings depicting the Middle Passage.
In this exchange Lucinda Roy sheds insightful light on issues and concerns related not only to her abundant creativity but also on her role as a citizen of the world’s most powerful democracy.
Ghosh: It is a pleasure to greet you on behalf of Re-Markings. Equally delighted to have your poems in the Re-Markings’ Special Number titled A World Assembly of Poets. How does it feel to be a part of an international community of poets brought together by the collaborative initiative of a journal from India?
Lucinda Roy: I think it is very important to hear voices from around the world. One of the many strengths of this special global issue is that it provides readers with work by a wide range of writers. These diverse voices shed light on exciting developments in the genre of poetry. They help us understand how much we all share with each other.
Ghosh: How do you feel writing in multiple genres: poetry, fiction, nonfiction, memoir?
Lucinda Roy: I love writing in multiple genres, though I have to say it can be extremely challenging. The demands of one genre are very different from the demands of another, and a writer who leaps between and among genres has to learn a whole new set of techniques and approaches. But I believe that writing fiction can help you understand the potential of narrative to recreate and capture experience, and that writing poetry can enable you to see the power of language, word choice, and conciseness. Writing nonfiction forces you to tackle what is meant by “the truth,” and examine how that is linked to your own aesthetic.
Ghosh: What initiated you into creative writing? At what age did you write your first poem? Do you recall its title and the content?
Lucinda Roy: I began writing as a child in London, where I grew up. My mother, a former repertory actor, loved poetry and would recite Keats as she washed the dishes. My father wrote two novels before he died at a young age. Writing has always been a part of my life. I believe one of my first poems was titled “The Giant.” It was written in fourteeners (lines of 14 syllables each—a form I hadn’t consciously adopted), and it was about a man who was considered to be a monster and an outcast by everyone and everything, except the natural world. He tended the forest and sang to the trees of his loneliness. I may revive the poem as I’m thinking about writing a collection of poems for children. An even earlier poem than that was one I wrote about a stray dog. I must have been about 9 or 10 when I wrote it. My teacher entered it into a competition run by the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) and it won first place. The prize was a book about animals. I was thrilled, even though I wasn’t particularly fond of animals at that time. I grew up poor, so the prize mattered to me a great deal. I thought to myself, I can make money from this poetry business! Little did I know how untrue that was! But I learned that poetry was one of the purest forms. I learned to write for the sheer joy of it, and because it allowed me to say things I couldn’t say in any other genre.
Ghosh: You are an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Arkansas. In what way did the course contribute in shaping your career as a writer? Can creative writing really be taught?
Lucinda Roy: I don’t think talent can be taught, but I do think that the craft of writing can be. There are tips I give my students who are writing novels, for example, that I wish someone had given me when I began writing my first novel. MFA programs, like the one at Arkansas and the one here at Virginia Tech, also allow students to work with a supportive community of writers who are as passionate about language as they are. MFAs aren’t for everyone, of course. But for those who are inspired by the voices and opinions of others, and those who are open to trying out new approaches, MFA programs can be very helpful.
Ghosh: Who would you consider your literary mentor?
Lucinda Roy: If I’m honest, I would have to say that my literary mentors were the British writers I read in school and in university (Shakespeare, Dickens, Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, Doris Lessing, and hundreds of others), the writers I taught as a VSO (Voluntary Service Overseas) teacher in West Africa (Achebe, Soyinka), and the writers I now read and whose work I teach to my undergraduate and graduate students in the U.S. People like Rita Dove (I was delighted to see her work in A World Assembly of Poets, by the way), Mary Oliver, James Wright, and Elizabeth Bishop.
Ghosh: What inspiration in creative writing came from your parents?
Lucinda Roy: My parents, however, were the ones who instilled in me a love of language. I think it unlikely I would have become a writer had it not been for them. They prized the word, saw glory in it, and conveyed that wondrousness to me. So, although my father died when I was only five, and although we grew up poor, I felt wealthy because of all the dog-eared books and marvelous original works of art in our house. I felt we had a secret. And though other children may call us names because there were so few biracial families in those days, I could step inside our house and get confirmation that Black wasn’t simply beautiful, it had a glory all its own.

Ghosh: Your poem “Carousel” is a warm tribute to your father, Namba Roy. In the poem you write,
I have the ivory statues and the pictures
telling stories of African ancestors,
a birth, flights into Egypt. In your work
I find the stillness of your eyes and mouth
the stillness that is always at the center
of the spinning ball we hurl high and long.1
Could you please elaborate?
Lucinda Roy: I try not to comment too much on particular lines of poetry because I like them to stand on their own. In addition, that particular poem appears on some international exams, and I therefore get notes from students in Japan, the U.K., and elsewhere, asking me to explicate the entire poem for them! But suffice it to say, in these lines I was referring to my father’s art work. He was one of the earliest artists to portray Jesus as Black. He got a lot of pushback when he did so. My father, Namba Roy, wasn’t fond of orthodox religion, but he loved the power of myth. He therefore took as his inspiration Jamaican myths, Biblical narratives, and anything else that stimulated his imagination. In “Carousel,” the whole poem is about circles, which both trap us and liberate us in some unexpected ways.
Ghosh: How does it feel to be black and female in the most powerful democracy in the world?
Lucinda Roy: I feel I have a lot to do and much I need to speak up about.
Ghosh: At the beginning of the 21st century, how significant are terms like “the color line” and “double consciousness” from the American perspective?
Lucinda Roy: Terms like these are still significant, though racism is often subtler than it used to be, and all of us have learned that identity as a construct is fraught with paradox and irony. As a biracial woman, I have always understood that my story is unlikely to be the “official,” societal narrative. Everything is a process of negotiation. The trick is not to lose oneself during that negotiation process.

Ghosh: How did the multicultural impact on your life and personality help shape your vision as a writer and poet?
Lucinda Roy: I wouldn’t be who I am, of course, had my father not been Jamaican and my mother English. I had to learn early to celebrate my own difference. I think it’s a lesson I have carried with me.

Ghosh: Is there a progression of thought from your first poetry collection, Fabric and your later poetry volume, The Humming Birds?

Ghosh: Who are your favorite African American writers?
Lucinda Roy: It would be hard to say who my favorites are because there are so many I love, but I find work by writers like Toni Morrison, Ethelbert Miller (another writer in the Re-Markings anthology), James Baldwin, Nikki Giovanni, and Rita Dove to be inspiring.
Ghosh: What inspired you to create the character of Jacinta Louise in your debut novel, Lady Moses?
Lucinda Roy: The main character, Jacinta Louise Buttercup Moses, refused to be quiet. She haunted me for years and kept insisting I tell her story. I woke up with her and went to bed with her, whether I wanted to or not. I had to throw out the first 1,000 pages I wrote because the story wouldn’t come together. I hadn’t written a novel before and had barely written any fiction. I learned by doing. I think that, in some ways, it’s the best way to learn.
Ghosh: How would you react to the comment on Lady Moses: “Roy handles her complex plot with impressive authority as she tackles themes of racial identity, mental illness and female self-reliance”2?

Lucinda Roy: I would react with gratitude.
Ghosh: How were you impacted by the Virginia Tech shooting spree that saw Seung-Hui Cho kill 32 students in your institution? Can you recount the concerns that you have expressed so graphically on violence in American institutions in No Right to Remain Silent?


Ghosh: How did it feel to be in the glare of the international media subsequent to the gruesome episode?
Lucinda Roy: I am glad that kind of media attention has subsided, though it always returns whenever there is another mass shooting at a school or university. It is painful to speak about that time, but I am inspired by others around the world who have dealt with worse and emerged hopeful and energized. Words still give me hope—as does a dialogue, such as this one, that acknowledges and celebrates difference.
Ghosh: It was lovely talking to you. Thank you.

*Published in Re-Markings Vol. 17 No.1 March 2018.

Copyright Nibir K. Ghosh


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