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Poetry

That Smile on the Vendor’s Face

By Pragya Bajpai

Courtesy: Creative Commons
 
Yet again, I land in a new city, a new rented flat
After a long day’s work, I plan
to treat myself like royalty tonight
I imagine creamy mushroom risotto
that melts under the palette and complements wine
 
My appetite isn't willing to compromise
even though it’s late evening
Half of the stalls in the market
are wrapped in rags indicating
closure for the day
Some vendors have earned enough
to feed their family today
 
I silently look around for fresh mushrooms
in the unfamiliar narrow lanes
eyes scanning kaleidoscopic vegetable heaps
surrounding old and young women
hiding helplessness with grace
in the folds and gathers of the ageless fabric
that survives every weather
 
Their hopeful eyes follow me 
Probably, their enough-for-the-day is yet to be
One of them tells me coldly, 
"You won't find in poor man's market what's meant for the rich"
and that hit me
 
I change my mind and buy fresh vegetables instead
for a colourful salad too complements French wine
That instant energy
that one smile on the vendor’s face
was worth it

Pragya Bajpai, Ph.D., is serving at the National Defence Academy, Pune. She has authored a collection of poems and has edited four anthologies celebrating the armed forces. pragyabajpai@gmail.com Instagram: pragyabajpai29

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Poetry

Picture in Sepia

By Pragya Bajpai

SEPIA PICTURE

The monsoon is here 
but where do I tie the ropes of my swing 
The trees are missing

The hot summer is back 
but where do I search for shade 
the land is cracking and the trees are missing

The birds are migrating 
searching for a branch to build a nest
They are tired of flying but the trees are missing

I pull out a sepia picture from my pocket
taken thirty years ago
where I'm eating marshmallow 
standing by the lake under the tree shade
waiting for my turn to swing
I'm gazing at the nest 
where a bird is hatching eggs 

I look at the picture again and wonder 
if I've come at the wrong time or
I've come to a wrong place
I don't belong to this dry lake

Pragya Bajpai, Ph.D. is serving at the National Defence Academy, Pune. She has authored a collection of poems and has edited 4 anthologies celebrating the armed forces. pragyabajpai@gmail.com Instagram: pragyabajpai29

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Review

Flaming Forest, Wounded Valley

Book Review By Rakhi Dalal

Title: Flaming Forest, Wounded Valley: Stories from Bastar and Kashmir

Author: Freny Manecksha

Publisher: Speaking Tiger Books

People who have never lived in or around conflict riddled zones, have a scant notion of how the politics of a nation impact survival in such places. In the name of curtailing extremism, the punitive measures adopted, achieve little more than turning daily living into a nightmare. How would one feel if the forces employed by a state, supposedly to safeguard the common people, barge into their homes unannounced at any time whether day or night and leave them terrified? Or, if a group of civilian people are fired at by the forces while sitting in their fields discussing as routine a thing as celebration of a festival?

In a country like India where the mainstream media turns a blind eye and sometimes help propagate a biased and false narrative, it takes courage of a few who, despite looming threats, try to bring in stories from such places, stories that tell of the oppression of common people both at the hands of extremists and the state.

Flaming Forest, Wounded Valley by Freny Manecksha is one such attempt towards bringing out truth from two militarized zones of the country – Bastar and Kashmir. Manecksha is an independent journalist from Mumbai. She has worked with Blitz, The Times of India, Mid-Day and Indian Express. She has travelled and written extensively from Kashmir and Chhattisgarh. She is the author of Behold, I Shine: Narratives of Kashmir’s Women and Children.

In documenting the accounts from these restive places, Manecksha draws parallels between the everyday struggle of people to live in their villages or homes, the distrust for the forces or police system because of the brutalities suffered, the hesitation to file reports because justice is seldom achieved, the state narratives which usually demonstrate scant regard for the people and their right to live with dignity, the impunity with which their lives and their bodies, especially those of women, are disregarded and desecrated.

In case of Kashmir, “the Armed Forces Special Powers Act (AFSPA) gives blanket immunity to the security forces against crimes like unlawful detentions, torture and custodial killings.” As a result, they can force enter a home at any time for a raid and search the entire house while deploying a member as a ‘human shield’. This makes the concept of home as a safe and inviolate space alien for the people because anything can happen at any time.

Neither home nor outside is safe. Whereas in Bastar, public institutions like schools become places for interrogation and torture, in troubled towns of Kashmir, the hospitals becomes places for identifying and arresting protestors. Shot with guns or pellet guns, the bodies become spaces trampled by coercion and ruined or silenced by violence.   Their stories of suffering and pain find echo in a poet’s words:

“At an avant-garde cafe in uptown Pune
the reserved tables celebrate 
a teenager’s birthday in cosmopolitan English
My nearly dead phone flares up with a call from home
My mother laments in frayed Kashmiri: 
I am happy you aren’t at home, two other boys
Were shot dead today.”

The reports from these fractured lands are harrowing and forces one to delve into the motives and repercussions of State’s militarisation policy which, instead of maintaining peace, has brought unrest to people’s lives. Whether it is through Ikhwanis[1] in Kashmir or Salwa Judam[2]in Chhattisgarh, the state, irrespective of the Government at Centre, has tried to constrain people through violence. In the name of national interest, their lives have been dispossessed of the merit to normality. At stake as ‘collateral damage’, a term used by state or forces as matter of fact, has just not been their lives but also the dignity in death. The struggle, whether of the Adivasis of Bastar or of people from Kashmir, has been to reclaim their everyday life, their land and their homes.

These stories, however, are also those of resilience. The book celebrates the idea that even in the face of tortures and abuse, collective grief transforms into collective sharing which make people stand together and claim their rights to live. Manecksha writes with empathy and tenderness. Her reportage reflects the efforts that are put in collecting these narratives. It is a book as critical as it is relevant to our times. 


[1] Religious Militia

[2] Militia employed to crack down on counterinsurgents

Rakhi Dalal is an educator by profession. When not working, she can usually be found reading books or writing about reading them. She writes at https://rakhidalal.blogspot.com/ .

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