Lyrics by Tagore, translation from Bengali by Ratnottama Sengupta
‘Bhumika or Introduction’ is the first song of Tagore’s collection called Mahua, published in 1929.
The lyrics written in Bengali by Tagore
Ask me not, which song I have gifted to whom, when... It's lying on the wayside For the one who can Own it with love.
Have you heard my words? Have you pressed them to your heart? I know not your name… I offer you these Musings of mine.
Painting by Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a brilliant poet, writer, musician, artist, educator – a polymath. He was the first Nobel Laureate from Asia. His writing spanned across genres, across global issues and across the world. His works remains relevant to this day.
Ratnottama Sengupta, formerly Arts Editor of The Times of India, teaches mass communication and film appreciation, curates film festivals and art exhibitions, and translates and write books. She has been a member of CBFC (Certified Board of Film Certification), served on the National Film Awards jury and has herself won a National Award.
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Poetry which goes beyond the boundaries of words and speaks for a greater cause calls for a captivating read. The lines become more significant when the verses address multiple socio-politico-cultural issues, aesthetically and without didacticism. Poet and academician Sanjukta Dasgupta’s latest book of poems Ekalavya Speaks is not merely a gathering of words, they rather, “[…] spread out their wings untiring/ And never rest in their flight” (Yeats) and attempt to hark at deaf ears and represent unheard voices. She is a strong voice for the otherized, marginalised sections raising issues from multiple spheres of life. Caste, gender, myth, history, pre-history, and technology all find space in her chosen selection of poems. The very last lines of the first poem, ‘Accident of Birth’ says,
“No accident could be More catastrophic than The accident of birth, alas.”
This sets the tone of the whole collection, bringing out the angst of not one voice or one poet but an entire nation. The poet is a strong voice, at times ironic as she says in her titular poem ‘Ekalavya Speaks’-
“The Sun also Rises for us I may claim your thumb some day.”
These lines are from Dronacharya, the tutor of the royal princes who asks his disciple to gift him his thumb after lopping it off as a fee to maintain his allegiance to the throne. Ekalavya, the tribal prince could not question the ‘guru’ in the Mahabharata, whereas the poet in the surreal space gives him the voice to speak for the treachery of the great guru. The guru reappears in the poem ‘Dronacharya: The Teacher of Princes’ where questions are thrown at the intentions of a biased guru who was “The glamourised bonded labour/ Leashed to the regal court.”
Her poem, ‘Kurukshetra-The Killing Field’, goes beyond the boundaries of territories and is akin to any war where lives are lost. At once Kurukshetra becomes the battleground of Ukraine or Gaza where humanity is killed every day. The crying mothers and wailing children are the same everywhere and they are representatives of the universal sorrow of pain and loss and how peace is a mere myth as “Peace was restored at the price/ of rivers of blood […]”. In fact, ‘In the Holy Land’, she talks of dying children and the toxic air of war-trodden Gaza; of the grief-ridden Bethlehem and Jerusalem.
In her greater narrative, Ekalavya and Karna unite to quest for justice, for a space in the mainstream, and for a better liberated world. In Dasgupta’s poetry, Ekalavya, Shambuka or Shikhandi are not figures from the great epics, they represent the backwards sections of society who perhaps after eons of silence they have now found the time to come out of death, saying– “ I rise from my ashes/ Resurrected!”
With Shikhandi, Draupadi’s brother in the Mahabharata, who was born a female and exchanged gender with a yaksha (nature spirit) for that of a male, Dasgupta brings in the suffering caused by gender identity. She sensitively writes about Oscar Wilde’s homosexuality in her poem ‘The Poet In Reading Gaol’. One’s sexual orientation can ironically be treated as a heinous crime. Heterogeny is also a kind of capitalism as the poet strongly urges and questions progressiveness and maligning of human rights.
In her earlier books Lakshmi Unbound, Sita’s Sisters, and Indomitable Draupadi. Dasgupta has primarily addressed the feminist question. Her latest includes poems like ‘Bapu’ and ’Manipur’. In ‘Bapu’, she talks about the rape of a 12-year-old child in the name of religion in India with sensitivity.
‘The Coffee Shop’ is an interesting and ironic poem. Dead leaders meet in a surreal space where neither murderer nor violence can touch them. They are ‘immortals’ and ‘martyrs’ and, now, are even invincible. It is utopian when Gandhi, Jesus, Martin Luther, and Julius Caesar meet each other. Religion and politics, peacemakers and warriors, all blend in a higher realm of understanding. The flavour of this poem is unique and different from the rest of the poems in the collection and yet thematically it stands out as a statement against violence and death. Death cannot bring an end to the ones whose deeds and ideals are immortal. The same can be said about another visionary poem, ‘Shakespeare and Kalidasa’.
In all the poems, the poet comes across as a strong, sensitive voice whose pen cuts across dogmas, blind faiths, violence and otherization. At the same time, she speaks for the cause of humanity. There are personal poems, like ‘I can’t breathe’; a brilliant poem describing psychological claustrophobia in a world where no peace or no prayers can end the suffering of souls. ‘The Exit’ or ‘Loss’ add richer gravity .
As a poet Dasgupta’s language is lucid and she draws her allusions and examples from the myths, from the past and the projected the future. She strongly voices her opinion. As an educator and as a responsible human being she becomes the voice of the many. Each poem unfolds a story to guides our way through obstructions, which are not physical but mental barriers from which one must liberate oneself. As I read her, I am reminded of a few lines by the great Urdu poet, Faiz Ahmad Faiz, who wrote:
Speak, your lips are free. Speak, it is your own tongue. Speak, it is your own body. Speak, your life is still yours.
Swagata Chatterjee is an Assistant Professor of English at a state-aided college under Vidyasagar University. She is an academician and a keen reader.
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And it was Spring in the dream... As the petals started to shed their horns, I saw a blue flower blooming at night, and it was you! I wandered around you, but you are a fleeting sight. I wanted to know about you, my love. What did you want to become? Whom did you seek?
I could see that the hues of the wings of butterflies, Held a strong resemblance to my happiness. So I wished it extracted your blue.
Suddenly, one day, I sought you out, but there's no you. I wondered. You were but the fragments of my own mind, I tried to glue all the puzzles together. Now I know it was all my delusion. Because I tried hard to depart from the shadows. But now again, where am I? And where are you?
You were actually me, and my shades of blue. So, For none but my love, A letter, to you, to me where you will find the key to happiness.
The dream is over. Summer's now heating the ground up, Let me pluck the flower and put it in my hair.
Nusrat Jahan Esa is a BA English Literature student at the University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh (ULAB). Writing Poetry is her way of expressing herself and embracing her inner child.
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Ratnottama Sengupta in conversation about Kitareba, a contemporary dance performance on immigrants, with Sudarshan Chakravorty, a choreographer, and founder of the Sapphire Dance Company.
Photo provided by Ratnottama Sengupta
“Ankita! Rohan! Dipak! Mamta! Manish!”
A stentorian voice was calling out the names, just as they do during roll calls in jails. And in answer to every name a hand went up in the air — on stage, or in the auditorium. This was from a cast of dancers who had lived the lives of immigrants. “And me?” suddenly Sudarshan Chakravorty broke out in an anguished cry, “What about me? I am nobody!”
That’s when the tragedy of these uprooted souls hits you. And you ask yourself, “What is their identity? Before August 1947 they were Indians. Before March 1971 they were Pakistanis. Today they are Bangladeshis. Likewise so many passports and so many borders have changed. So many have left Punjab or gone from Kerala, so many have left Spain or sailed from Syria, so many trudged from Mexico or flown from China…”
But is the number of immigrants rising? And in the age of internet, what is eroding our identity? I decided to discuss the issue with Sudarshan Chakravorty as I walked out, deep in thought, after a performance of Kitareba by the contemporary dance group, Sapphire Creations Dance Company.
Ratnottama Sengupta (RS):Why did you think of doing Kitareba, a contemporary dance production on immigrants? Are you inspired by a movie? Or any news item? Or perhaps some incident in your own life? Or did all all three combine to spur you on?
Sudarshan Chakravorty (SC): Various personal events and conversations in recent years have triggered me to use the word ‘kitareba’, a Sylheti greeting. My father could speak no language other than Sylheti — and he would unapologetically speak the tongue with one and all, even those who couldn’t understand. I saw a pride in my father about his language, his culture and Sylheti roots.
I was at times embarrassed when, in local grocery stores, he would ask for a brand like ‘Maagi’ – which loosely translated means wench. Or ‘Keo Karpin’ – the hair oil in complete Sylheti accent. But gradually I realised that it was part of his being. My cousins in Shillong would always complain of how tiresome it was when they had to speak with me only in ‘Calcuttian’ — read, pure deshaj Bangla. For them, it was a ‘foreign’ tongue. That was the seed of thoughts about shared language, culture, ritual and more. I wondered how the districts of Meghalaya and Assam, particularly Cachar, speak the same language, sport the same lifestyle, eat the same food, practice the same rituals, and have the same attitude. I became aware of this ‘oneness’ much later, in 2018, when I got to make a road trip to Sylhet via Guwahati, Shillong and Dawki. Migrants had perhaps trudged the same route in 1947 and then in 1971! Speaking this language that was a binding factor regardless of the differences in their religion or caste.
I was born in Shillong and had innumerable relatives there. And if I heard their dialect, even if I was standing in the Circuit House in the middle of Sylhet, I felt a strong kinship that made me emotional. This is what prompted me to ask, what is it that makes a new set of people — or a place — so familiar or ‘known’.
This production stems from my core interest to share this story which I carry in my DNA. I am not directly impacted by the Partition or any war, but the stories shared by my parents have influenced me – as have the movies I have seen over the years. These include films from both sides of the border – Ashani Sanket, (Children of War) , Ora Egarojon (Those Eleven People, Bangladesh) – as well as Schindlers List. I have also stored up conversations and anecdotes overheard in crowded bus or public spaces, both in India and abroad. There, when you are alone and isolated, the unexpected murmur of a known language comforts you. A sudden hug by a stranger saying ‘kitareba’ changes everything and transforms that space into ‘home’.
The Nazi atrocities as seen in films built around the holocaust acquired more vivid contours when I visited Poland and the Silesian museum to see for myself how the galleries use photos and installations to depict the concentration camps in Poland. It firmed my determination to recount my story since it is no longer about me or my country alone. Now it is a global narrative.
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RS:What are the other productions of Sapphire Creations that focus on social issues? What were the issues – Environment? Gender equality? Gender fluidity? Apartheid? Any other?
SC: It has always been important for Sapphire Creations, which turns 32 this year, to use messaging as the spine of our dance. This form of creative expression, I strongly believe, can be a potent vehicle of raising social consciousness. So we have designed several productions on taboo subjects. This has defined our position, not only as a Dance Company – we as dancers too have come to understand the true power of the arts.
Sample these. The Alien Flower (1996) explored the theme of same sex love nearly 20 years before India decriminalised homosexuality. Indian Erotica : Vedas To Millennium (2000) spoke about changing the power equation that existed between men and women, from the Vedic period to the times of AIDS. Positive Lives (2004) built on people living with HIV. Ekonama (2016) contextualised global warming and climate change using Purulia Chhau dancers. Ekaharya (Losing Oneself, 2018) explored gender fluidity using the technique in classical dance where the same body, without changing anything, portrays different characters and even changing gender. Now we bring you Kitareba about the loss of identity of uprooted lives.
RS: How developed is Indian contemporary dance to deal with such serious content?
SC: Indian dance in particular builds on gender fluidity and role reversal adapting mythical stories of Gods. These stories are part of our traditional texts, used even by established gurus. However, eyebrows are raised by puritans when we apply the same inferences to daily life and talk about the real life of common people.
In 1996, I was cornered by my city’s dance fraternity after a production on same gender love. I was accused of importing Western influences into our cultural scene. It made me retaliate with Indian Erotica — sexuality discourses in Indian history, literature, architecture, and religion through my lens.
Times have changed, yes, but it is still taboo to depict many topics openly. Fortunately media and audience supported us immensely, for they understood that only such discourses can make the arts truly ‘educational’ and it need not remain mere ‘entertainment’. That, indeed, was the basic premise of the arts in India, as defined by the Natyashastra.
And now discourses on health, sex, and gender are becoming compulsory and applicable in schools and universities too, for the physical and mental wellbeing of the students.
I realise that we take lot of time to realise the immensity of any reality. In the process we lose lives! It was only when HIV became a reality in Delhi’s Tihar Jail — where only men were kept — that the authorities woke up to the reality of homosexuality and started distributing condoms!
For me it is important to voice my opinion through actual performances and not just discuss the issues in conferences and seminars. So I continue to do this through Sapphire, despite resistances!
RS:Form or content – what is more important in Contemporary Dance? And what is your foremost concern?
SC: I have been doing Contemporary Dance since 1990. Our generation was self-made. We were desperate to find a voice, our own personal vocabulary. In 1992-93, I started describing my form as ‘Electric Dance’ as I didn’t find a suitable nomenclature to define my form: the existing ones defined the traditional dances while the Western Modern or Contemporary was not what I was deriving from. I was inspired by people like Manjushree Chaki Sarkar (1934-1999), Narendra Sharma (1924-2008) and Astad Deboo (1947-2020), to imbibe a lexicon that is rooted in my DNA and craft my identity as an Indian dancer.
There was no internet then, so all our influences emanated from the immediate experiences of watching these Gurus – in their studios, homes, or on stage. These resonated with my urge to take Sapphire down a path that was not a derivation but my own destination.
Although we opened several windows of the West, through collaborations, to update our radar. But more than the form, these collaborations stressed a deep understanding of what is in our roots. For only our sensibilities and identities will give a ‘face‘ to Indian contemporary dance without stamping it a homogenous global form!
So, in my view, content and form must be equally balanced. One must not confuse them as two are independent identities. Sometimes the challenge is to find ‘newness’ in form to convey an ‘old’ content. At other times one must find a ‘form’ that is accessible for all to understand a new content.
It remains a challenge for me after all these years…
RS:Tell me about your journey in dance. What led you to dance – which was even in 1980s considered a feminine art expression?
SC: My father was an engineer working in Nagaland of the 70s. He was posted in Kohima, Mokukchung, Tuensang, Dimpaur… During the Durga Pujas my mother would gather the neighbourhood children and put up a dance programme. I would quietly watch the rehearsals as a four-year-old but one day, I cried in desperation because I wanted to be on the stage. This was during a Durga puja in Tuensang — I got up on the stage and never came down!
I was quite a ’star’ kid as the only male dancer performing in schools and colleges. My tryst as a director too started in grade 3, at the age of nine. Visiting my father during the annual summer vacation, I made all my friends, children of our neighbours and of father’s staff, to toil for a month and put up a variety show in our quarters. This community show built up my confidence as director, a team leader. And we put up dance, skits, Boney M. songs. That seeded my desire to lead my own dance team one day.
In Kolkata, Ma would always take my sister for dance and music lessons, never me. But I ended up getting major roles in the para[1] programmes as I accompanied my sister for drop and pick up and never shied from demonstrating my skill – to the utter surprise of the organisers. So my sister remained a ‘sakhi[2]’ dancing at the back while her male brother assumed the lead role and became a ‘star’ attraction in the shows.
Soon I started getting offers to perform for clubs, and local newspapers carried my interviews. Meanwhile I was noticed by my dance teacher, Bandana Dasgupta in school — Julien Day in Ganganagar. Later Principal Sheila Broughton encouraged me to pursue dance. Ms Dasgupta started teaching me Bharatanatyam which remains in my muscle memory, making it an ardently core pedagogy of my own style in Sapphire productions.
After university, I started to take lessons in Kathakali from Govindan Kutty. This, most notably, influenced my dance vocabulary. But I was always restless to find new combinations and to see how I can change it a little and personalise it.
I showed the same zest in my studies as I combined material/content to make my ‘answers’ completely different from others!
This attempt to be ‘me’ and not blend with others made me the centre of attention. On the other hand my not so deep voice, my femininity, was drawing flak. But I countered them all…
During a sports day in school there were separate lines for boys and girls. It was naturally assumed that all the boys will play sports. I was left with no option but to join the girls since I was in the cultural/dance group. The sport teachers repeatedly cautioned me that I was in the wrong line. I smiled and said, “No sir, I am in the correct line…”
And I chose to stay in that line forever!
RS: Did you learn from a traditional guru? Who? What is the merit of being rooted in a classical dance form/ tradition?
I started Sapphire with my own understanding of cultural dances and the Tagore dance dramas. Then I wanted to break barriers. I deviated from tradition to find my personal path away from the influences of my ‘old’ learning. I told my students, too, to erase what they have learnt before in order to find their own language.
However now, in my early 50s, I realise that I was saved from the deadly impact of ‘globalisation’ which makes everything the ‘same’, because culture code cannot be same everywhere. And it is this uniqueness that makes your craft, your skill, your form — your own and contextual.
The dancers and choreographers who emerged in the 70s, 80s and 90s came from tradition. I was the only one amongst them who found my own way. Not just in my senses or intellect, physically too, I could keep my dance grounded. It helped me to recognise what I have received as body aesthetics in mandala, tribhanga and charis.
My exposure to various dance forms — from Uday Shankar style to traditional forms including poetries and songs of Bankimchandra, Rabindranath Tagore and Kazi Nazrul — gave me the lens to look at my ‘modernity’ and the ‘global’ perspective of my art without being bereft of my roots. Without disowning the cultural context of being a dancer from Bengal, from India.
That, now more than ever before, I hold like a litmus! So today, the growing trend in the independent dance scenario to ape the West — that is completely uprooted from its soil — makes me nervous. I feel they can’t sustain this journey without knowing from where it all began. Most are not aware of the roots. And we need to help them look at those pages.
RS:So why had you felt the need to break away from tradition – the trodden on Indian forms — and go international?
SC: I think it had started with the feel of isolation.
In mid-90s, when we did Alien Flower and dancers and critics started saying we are an aberration, we wanted to counter that. We brought in dancers, choreographers and dance companies to find solidarity. We started INTERFACE, Eastern India’s First International Dance Biennial, in 2002 to share the work of fellow contemporary dancers in India and abroad. We shared the context with the audience and critics who loved my dance. And they started to accept our point of view. We built upon the gains with INCRES – International Choreographers Residency.
INTERFACE and INCRES were started to cue not just us but also the media and audience about the changing trends of contemporary dance worldwide. This found a community which, I am proud to say, we have sustained to date.
RS:Tell me how these collaborations with dancers, choreographers and musicians — from Israel, Poland, Malaysia, Croatia — have enriched you? And have they helped Indian Contemporary Dance?
The most important achievement of Sapphire was to keep these collaborations and relationships alive over 20 years. Many choreographers came as strangers but became friends for life!
It all started when our leading dancers and a couple of ‘new’ Contemporary dancers started to find faults in our technique and process of fusing improvisation as a tool. The first regiment of International choreographers who came for INCRES in 2006, patted us saying they had not seen such freedom in other dance companies in India. There, everything was driven by technique, in order to forge a homogeneous ‘global dance’ form. Some of these choreographers like Michel Casanovas from France, Christopher Lechner from Germany came back again and again. Marc Rossier from Switzerland collaborated with us in our production Parivahitam (2010) with live music that travelled to eleven cities in India. Such collaborations immensely impacted us, artistically, emotionally and spiritually. Their humility and surrender was difficult to find in Indian collaborators. Selcuk Goldere, a Turkish choreographer from Ankara, helped with us mount Ekonama.
Recently we celebrated 20 years of our association with Jacek Luminski. With this Polish choreographer, we have mounted several projects like Roots Of Dance. And this year we have co-produced What I Have Not Seen Before for the Kolkata Literary Meet 2024.
We also have a strong connection with Joseph Gonzales from Ask Dance Company of Malaysia. Ever since we met during our first ever international tour in 1999, we have remained associates!
These associations have forced us to view contemporary dance through several lens. We have examined threadbare the context of practicing contemporary dance. Most of them encouraged us to build upon our roots. They showed this by using theirs. For instance, Jacek uses Polish folk dances as his take off point while Ask Dance Company integrates traditions in their lexicon.
But none of them believe in a ‘copy-paste’ approach. They sniff the core aesthetics of tradition and use that to enliven their dance idiom.
It can be inter cultural, or inter interdisciplinary. It might use songs, like we have in Kitareba, and musical instrument. These impart a viewpoint to me and my dancers and broaden our perspective.
RS:Who would you identify as the progenitor of Contemporary Dance in India? Has Uday Shankar been given his due as the father of this distinct dance style?
SC: Many a leader has carved out a new path and given new direction to Contemporary dance in India. In 2020, we could have celebrated 100 years of contemporary dance In India. This might sound childish when compared to our traditional dance streams which have a 3000 year old history! However, this is a reason why contemporary dance was not taken seriously. Both, the form and its practitioners were a ‘minority’, and they were side-lined by the mainstream dance fraternity. This included critics, festival organisers, policy makers as well as Government cultural agencies.
The problem started with the very nomenclature and it continues till date.
So if Uday Shankar was the Father of Indian Modern dance, it was practitioners like Astad Deboo, Daksha Seth, Jaychandran, Navtej Johar and Padmini Chettur who gave post-colonial meanders to the stream. It was only in 1990s, when the cultural wing of German Embassy in India started the East West Encounter as a conference, that a discourse was set in motion to define the intersections and destination of contemporary or experimental dance form as an ‘offshoot’ or an ‘independent’ form.
It is also to be seen that, since most contemporary dance practitioners originally came from tradition, they had a ‘hangover’. They were reluctant to come out of its clout and demand acknowledgement for their own form. That weakened our journey for many decades. So Uday Shankar was lost at a Pan India level where the very basis of his hybridity was questioned by puritans. The irony of it is that here, now, contemporary dance discourse is all about being intercultural, mixed media and interdisciplinary!
The confusion remained and expanded. We find it difficult to decide ‘What is the contemporary dance practice?’ Be it in terms of form or idiom, philosophy or vision, now everything is ‘contemporary’. And it is ‘fashionable’ to practice across India.
RS:Does Sangeet Natak Akademi (SNA) — the national body for performing arts in India — recognise it? Did you have to struggle to get grants from the Ministry of Culture? Is your art being taught in any Indian university?
SC: SNA started recognising it as ballet, and from 2000 as experimental dance. It was apportioned slots in Young Dancers Festival and Nritya Sanrachna, where Sapphire performed several times.
As far as I know, to date, no university in India offers contemporary dance in its course. Worse: it does not figure even in ‘gradation’ for television or for government scholarships and fellowships. This further disqualifies the form, making it difficult for the young generations to keep faith and pursue it at an academic level.
RS:You have choreographed dance for Bollywood movies as well as for Bengali films. Are choreographers being given as much recognition as a traditional dance guru? Or, are Bollywood choreographers given greater recognition than a dancer?
A difficult question!
On one hand, if a serious dancer is associated with films, he loses all his ‘points’. He may draw flak for diluting his form, for commercial gains. Funny, isn’t it, this accusation? We enjoy little patronage and less support. So where will these practitioners go? And if they find acceptance in the small window of such work, that shows their vitality, adaptability and skill set. Shouldn’t this be lauded?
Contrast this with the life of legendary Gurus like Birju Maharaj — they found both money and fame in choreographing for films!
The irony of it is that songs and dances abound in Indian movies, in every region. More so in Bollywood, which is now an internationally recognised nomenclature. But not a single academy or university teaches film-choreography. So we are all self-taught and that makes it all the more difficult.
Bollywood dancers and choreographers have an edge since they have had four to five generations of film choreographers. Many have worked under them as assistants and that has enhanced their skill set to handle film choreography. This has made them a more desirable choice than us, self-taught choreographers.
RS:Why do Indian films (read, Bollywood) — which thrive on ‘Bollywood dance’ — today have no dancing star of the stature of Vyjayantimala, Waheeda Rehman or Kamal Haasan? This, even though we now have reality shows on TV channels; we have films like Yeh Ballet[3], and documentaries on the dancers who featured in that film. We have documentaries on choreographers like Saroj Khan, and biographies on dancers like Zohra Segal and Madame Menaka.
SC: There are many reasons for this. These generations were much more invested in learning (taalim) and pratice (riyaaz). They did not connect the two with monetisation. Now the stars start learning a craft or skill just to portray a certain character. Surely this need based approach to learning and up-skilling can’t be compared to those who lived these arts. Theirs was a discipline, a ritual, a part of daily regime irrespective of what they got or lost.
Today the idea of perusing arts have changed — more so in cinema. So we have no Vyjayanthimala, Waheeda Rehman, or Jaya Pradha. These stars were tutored from a young age by traditional gurus not for film roles but to become artistes.
Now the very definition of ‘artiste’ is jeopardised. I ask my students as a rhetoric, “Why do you learn dance?” So the stories of Saroj Khan and Madame Menaka will be archived while ours might get lost!
Art needs patience, perseverance, devotion, dedication, discipline and determination… And yes…. Surrender to the Supreme!
Ratnottama Sengupta, formerly Arts Editor of The Times of India, teaches mass communication and film appreciation, curates film festivals and art exhibitions, and translates and write books. She has been a member of CBFC, served on the National Film Awards jury and has herself won a National Award.
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Celebrating poetry around the world, our focus this year is on refugees, immigrants or poetry by migrants… In a way, we are all migrants on this Earth and yet immigration for both climate and war has created dissatisfaction in the hearts of many. Can mankind unify under the single blue dome which covers all our home?
“The Journey” by Alwy Fadhel, an asylum seeker to Australia. The piece is included in the Exile collection of the Refugee Art Project. Art from Public Domain.
We start by welcoming migrants from Jupiter but how do we react to human migrants within Earth… ?
All the Way from Jupiter
By Rhys Hughes
All the way from Jupiter came the refugees, their heads made of hydrogen, and helium, their knees. No one cried: depravity! for we were pleased to help them relocate to Earth: we offered them homes inside plastic domes uncrowded but full of swirling clouds blown by the music of fierce trombones to mimic the crushing gravity.
All the way from one of our homegrown war zones came refugees on their knees and we said: no, no, no, and no again! Go back home right now, be killed, assaulted, it’s all your own fault for being born here on Earth. The newcomers from Jupiter are tubular like cucumbers, but men, women and children like yourselves aren’t welcome.
And what do refugees from war-torn zones on Earth have to add?These are poems by those who had to escape to safety or move homes for the sake of conflict.
I am Ukraine brought to us by Lesya Bakun, while she was on the run from her home to a place of refuge outside her homeland. Click here to read.
Immigrant’s dream brought to us by Ahmad Al-Khatat, who migrated from Iraq to the West to find sustenance. Click here to read.
In some cases, the wounds lingered and the progeny of those who escaped earlier conflicts give voice to past injuries as well as some immigrants who wandered to find a better life share their experiences.
In 1947, Masha Hassan writes of her grandmother’s plight during the Partition of the Indian Subcontinent. Click here to read.
Birth of an Ally reflects Tamoha Siddiqui’s wonder with new flavours she experiences away from her original homeland. Click here to read.
Two Languages by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal explores linguistic diversity in immigrants. Click here to read.
These could be listed as turns of history that made people relocate.
Red Shirt Hung from a Pine Treeby Ryan Quinn Flanagan takes two issues into account — violence against humanity and colonial displacement of indigenous people — is that migration? Click here to read.
Products of War by Mini Babu talks of the displacement of humanity for war. Click here to read.
Some empathise with those who had to move and write of the trauma faced by refugees.
Migrant Poems by Malachi Edwin Vethamani reflect on migrants and how accepted they feel. Click here to read.
Birds in Flight by A Jessie Michael empathises with the plight of refugees. Click here to read.
The Ceramicist by Jee Leong Koh records the story of a migrant. Click here to read.
And some wonder about the spiritual quest for a homeland… Is it a universal need to be associated with a homeland or can we find a home anywhere on Earth? If we stretch the definition of homeland to all the planet, do we remain refugees or migrants?
Anywhere Particular by Wendy Jean MacLean reflects on the universality of homes — perhaps to an extent on nomadism. Click here to read.
Where is Home? by Shivani Shrivastav meditates on the concept of home. Click here to read.
Sparrows, a poem translated from Korean by the poet — Ihlwha Choi — questions the borders drawn by human laws. Click here to read.
Journey of Hope by Tagore has been translated from Bengali by Mitali Chakravarty. It explores the spiritual quest for a home. Click here to read the poem in English and listen to Tagore’s voice recite his poem in Bengali.
Some look forward to a future — perhaps in another galaxy — post apocalypse.
In Another Galaxy by Masud Khan translated from Bengali by Fakrul Alam wonders at the future of mankind. Click here to read.
And yet others believe in the future of humankind.
We are all Human by Akabar Barakzai, translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch, is a paean to humanity. Click here to read.
We are all Human
By Akbar Barakzai...
Russia, China and India, Arabs and the New World*, Africa and Europe, The land of the Baloch and Kurds -- Indeed, the whole world is ours. We are all human. We are all human...
In Cherry Blossom Forecast, Suzanne Kamata brings the Japanese ritual of cherry blossom viewing to our pages with her camera and words. Clickhere to read.
Where the mind is without fear … Where the world has not been broken up into fragments … Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way … Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action…
As we complete the fourth year of our virtual existence in the clouds and across borders, the world has undergone many changes around us, and it’s not only climate change (which is a huge challenge) but much more. We started around the time of the pandemic — in March 2020 — as human interactions moved from face-to-face non-virtual interactions to virtual communication. When the pandemic ended, we had thought humanity would enter a new age where new etiquettes redefining our social norms would make human existence as pandemic proof as possible. But before we could define new norms in the global context, takeovers and conflicts seem to have reft countries, regions and communities apart. Perhaps, this is a time when Borderless Journalcan give a voice to all those who want to continue living as part of a single species in this world — where we can rise above our differences to find commonalities that make us human and part of the larger stream of humanity, that has been visualised by visionaries like Tagore or John Lennon — widely different cultural milieus but looking for the same things — humankind living together in harmony and moving towards a world without violence, without hate, without rancour and steeped in goodwill and love.
Talking of positive values does not make sense in a world that seems to be veering towards darkness… Many say that humankind is intrinsically given to feelings of anger, hate, division, lust, shame and violence. But then we are just as much inclined towards happiness, fun, love, being respectful and peaceful. Otherwise, would we be writing about these? These are inherited values that have also come down to us from our forefathers and some have been evolving towards embalming or healing with resilience, with kindness and with an open mind.
If you wake up before sunrise, you will notice the sky is really an unredeemable dark. Then, it turns a soft grey till the vibrant colours of the sun paint the horizon and beyond, dousing with not just lively shades but also with a variety of sounds announcing the start of a new day. The darkest hours give way to light. Light is as much a truth as darkness. Both exist. They come in phases in the natural world, and we cannot choose but live with the choices that have been pre-made for us. But there are things we can choose — we can choose to love or hate. We can choose resilience or weakness. We can choose our friends. We can choose our thoughts, our ideas. In Borderless, we have a forum which invites you to choose to be part of a world that has the courage to dream, to imagine. We hope to ignite the torch to carry on this conversation which is probably as old as humanity. We look forward to finding new voices that are willing to move in quest of an impractical world, a utopia, a vision — from which perhaps will emerge systems that will give way to a better future for our progeny.
In the last four years, we are happy to say we have hosted writers from more than forty different nationalities and our readers stretch across almost the whole map of the world. We had our first anthology published less than one and a half years ago, focussing more on writing from established pens. Discussions are afoot to bring out more anthologies in hardcopy with more variety of writers.
In our fourth anniversary issue, we not only host translations by Professor Fakrul Alam of Nazrul, by Somdatta Mandal of Tagore’s father, Debendranath Tagore, but also our first Mandarin translation of a twelfth century Southern Song Dynasty poet, Ye Shao-weng, by Rex Tan, a journalist and writer from Malaysia. From other parts of Asia, Dr Haneef Sharif’s Balochi writing has been rendered into English by Fazal Baloch and Ihlwha Choi has transcreated his own poetry from Korean to English. Tagore’s Phalgun or Spring, describing the current season in Bengal, adds to the variety in our translated oeuvre.
Devraj Singh Kalsi has explored darker shades of humour in his conversation with God while Suzanne Kamata has ushered in the Japanese spring ritual of gazing at cherry blossoms in her column with photographs and narrative. Keith Lyons takes us to the beautiful Fiordlands of New Zealand, Ravi Shankar to Malaysia and Mohul Bhowmick trapezes from place to place in Sri Lanka. Farouk Gulsara has discussed the elusiveness of utopia — an interesting perspective given that we look upto ideals like these in Borderless. I would urge more of you to join this conversation and tell us what you think. We did have Wendy Jones Nakashini start a discussion along these lines in an earlier issue.
I would want to thank our dedicated team from the bottom of my heart. Without them, we could not have brought out two issues within three weeks for we were late with our February issue. A huge thanks to them for their writing and to Sohana Manzoor for her art too. Thanks to our wonderful reviewers who have been with us for a number of years, to all our mentors and contributors without who this journal could not exist. Huge thanks to all our fabulous loyal readers. Devoid of their patronage these words would dangle meaninglessly and unread. Thank you all.
Wish you a wonderful spring as Borderless Journal starts out on the fifth year of its virtual existence! We hope you will be part of our journey throughout…
Enjoy the reads in this special anniversary issue with more content than highlighted here, and each piece is a wonderful addition to our oeuvre!
Phalgun or Spring was published posthumously by Visva Bharati, in a collection of published and unpublished poems by Tagore called Chitra Bichitra (Picturesque Potpouri) in 1954.
Art by Sohana Manzoor
Phalgun* unfolds Bright blooms, Branches laden with mango plumules. Restless bees Hum a melody, Bamboo woods murmur In harmony.
The vibrant river-water Glitters and glimmers In the moon light As the sandbank shimmers. The boat is tied to the shore. The boatman is enticed By the headiness Of the full moon night.
From the shores, a song soars soulfully. A traveller plays the Flute spontaneously. The melody races To distant fringes, Crossing lonely Trails and ridges.
In a distant bed A dreamy-eyed boy, all alone, listens to the melody and Imagines on his own… Late at night, He is sailing avast, Crossing the moonlit seas, With the moon for a raft.
He travels all night, On the moon-craft, The boat touches the Clouds that waft. As night passes into dawn, Birds chirp in the woods, The moon-craft descends Into the earth’s nook.
*Month in the Bengali Calendar (normally from mid-February to mid-March)
This poem has been translated by Mitali Chakravarty with editorial input by Sohana Manzoor
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I sailed across the seas balanced on my knees, each kneecap in a little toy boat and for sails the flaps of my big raincoat, open to catch the breeze.
TURNING THE DIAL
Nash your teeth in envy, Ogden, when you read this rhyme for I have turned the dial higher on the daftness amplifier and now it’s on eleven, which is two more than nine.
WHAT WE CALL
I sometimes wonder what we call a sea in which a brave dog swims desperately through tempestuous and perilous waves?
Rough! Rough!
CALLING MY BLUFF
Someone called my bluff earlier today while I was sunning myself in the park. “Here boy! Good bluff! Who’s a good bluff then?”
And it actually came running! I have seen some weird stuff in my time but never a bluff that runs. That was tough on my sense of fun.
CROOKED SMILE
Someone just told me that I have an old crooked smile and I must confess it’s true. My smile embezzled 100 doubloons from the East India Company in 1642
CHARGING MY PHONE
I am charging my phone.
The field is a large one but I think I’ll be able to gore it before it reaches the gate.
THE WINDS IN SEASON
Spring Summer Autumn Winter do your worst, blow your best. There’s a splinter in the sprinter. North, South, East, and West.
Winter Spring Summer Autumn put your boots on and come forth. Silver talons finally caught them. East, West, South, and North.
Autumn Winter Spring Summer scrub the dishes for the feast. Fools in clover are made dumber. South, North, West, and East.
Summer Autumn Winter Spring Arch an eyebrow, gape a mouth. Hark the harps unattended sing. East, West, North, and South.
SCIENTIFIC POETRY
Newton with a suit on Einstein eating limes Archimedes in a tree and that’s just three who rhyme.
Von Neumann in a bath Faraday on a trampoline Gödel playing castanets and that’s just three who don’t.
MY BROTHER
My brother is captain of a soccer team and he wants me to play in goal. And he says that if I refuse they will lose the game and he’ll weep and do some other melodramatic things. But why should I oblige him? Am I my brother’s keeper?
AS A SPOON
I went to a fancy dress party yesterday.
Most of the evening remains a blur.
But I know that I was the only man in the room dressed as a spoon.
Caused quite a stir.
THE BAD BANDIT
The bad bandit has been banned from banditry because his moustaches when twirled got out of hand on his face.
So he joined a band in which he plays a rubber band mandolin and now it’s only girls who twirl on the dance floor during the encore.
Not his whiskers anymore.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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Instead of Narnia we wound up in Oz which was fine aside from the lion who took some getting used to. PTSD is no joking matter.
The tiger on the other hand…
SIMPATICO
Quite often I finish my wife’s sentences. It’s not such a big deal.
I get it right too, well, every ten or twelve goes. I call that a win.
’NUFF SAID
There are many things not in this poem but that is how it should be.
Not everything belongs in a poem even if it can be made to fit.
Jim Murdoch has been writing poetry for fifty years for which he blames Larkin. Who probably blamed Hardy. He has published two books of poetry, a short story collection and four novels.
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