

Why I respect the best Keralite writing… is because it often has this kind of a ‘subversive’ edge, …in… writers famous and unknown, like O.V. Vijayan.
Continuing on the trail of Keralite and Indian writing in English that is hard hitting in that it speaks to me I would like to open today with a poem by Panjami Anand. I quote her poem with the certainty that it will also speak to you with the same force, the force of the sledgehammer blow that I have come to look for as a trademark, to make it stand out in the sea of voices found in today’s world of writing.
“Imagine a girl at the threshold of puberty,
She has an enormous bosom
Still an innocent child
Jumping, prancing, running…
But what the world sees is a young woman
Inviting undesirable consideration.
She begins to shed bliss layer by layer
When some aunt hits her hard
With condescending words of disdain.
Shame on you girl!
Hide your shame! Immodest girl parading
For one and all to see!
She would set her first foot into womanhood
In shame, apologizing for something
She happens to have a little more of.
And one who has nothing to cover
Yet conceals, is most modest!”
(c) Panjami Anand.
In my first article, I had spoken of the works of literature of today having to undergo tremendous scrutiny as it has to fulfill many expectations and demands, of thought and intellect, of feeling and emotion, of criticism and theory, of disciplines, of norms as in this case of poetry, of language and finally, of supply and demand. I quoted poets who break norms, are subversive and not subservient, poets like Arun Kolatkar who both criticize and praise India, Namdeo Dhasal who is critical, Reena Prasad and Bina Biswas who are sensuous in their use of imagery, Santosh Bakaya who is politically conscious and Ravi Shanker, Atindriyo Chakraborty and myself who are politically subversive or Rukhaya who is literarily or literally subversive in the Indian context and in this connection I have to speak of Panjami’s poem as being part of a tradition, similar, one that is best represented by Kamala Suraiyya in her early writings, which is the tradition of indigenous feminism. Her poem is subversive but to understand its exact shade of subversion one has to read something in Happy Bodies by Becky C K on breasts.
Becky writes…. ”
breasts – all shapes, sizes, races, sagging, perky, asymmetrical, what breasts actually look like. I encourage you to just take a minute to look at breasts – not being motorboated, not being shoved up in a push-up bra, not waiting for a man. They are part of our bodies, even when they are not being stared at, or during sex. They are for our sexual pleasure too. They breastfeed, bounce when we run, sag when we age, they can get cancer and mastectomies. Our breasts are not an object for the male gaze, they are part of our bodies, and part of ourselves.
I want to write more later about the objectification of the female body as it relates to a culture of sexual violence, and how that can be changed. But for now, let’s just take a second to appreciate our breasts.”
Why does Panjami’s poem strike a chord in us? It is because we are startled to see a parallel in her poem to what Western feminists like Becky are aware of, which is best termed in critical parlance as demystification. Her poem demystifies not only a body part but many other things patriarchy wants to keep mystified, in a seemingly simple manner, but is extremely sophisticated in its layers of significance and complicatedness/complexity, actually.
Meena Alexander
Why I respect the best Keralite writing and the world surrounding it is because it often has this kind of a ‘subversive’ edge, as can be seen also in the best work of many other writers both unknown and famous, including O.V. Vijayan of Legends of Khasak and cartoon and translation fame, not to mention his other works, Vijay Nambisan the poet, Gopikrishnan Kottoor the poet, Vinay Bhaskar the poet ( P Bhaskaran’s son), Anees Salim the novelist and writer, Manu Joseph the novelist and writer, TJS George – Jeet Thayil’s father – and Venu Menon (journalists), Shreekumar Varma ( a powerful dramatist), Meena Alexander (poetess), Hridayakumari and Sugathakumari , Santosh Alex the translator, Junaith Rahman, Jose Varghese, Shanu Athiparambath, Anna Sujatha Modayil, Chandramohan Satyanathan, K B Basant (poet), two Vijay Nairs I know, Nisha Suresh, Smitha Bharathan, Maya Dev, Mridula Koshy the novelist and writer, C. P. Surendran, Suzie Tharu for her anthologizing capability and both younger people and not so young writers of now like Michael A.V., Aparna Nair, Sanju Clement, Geeta Munnurcode, Lohian Lohithakshan , Nada Jithin, Akhila Rajesh, Meena Nair, S. Murali (poet and painter) etc. I also want to mention briefly the work of Sudarshan Kcherry of Authorspress as a publisher and Gopakumar Radhakrishnan as a literateur, occupying P. Lal like spaces in a different way, in bringing many excellent writers to national attention, as an insert or inset here, to open the eyes of readers to another aspect of Keralite writing in English which has not yet been properly studied, which is its power as a lobby for canon making, trend-setting and creating tastes and as an industry that dictates what libraries and universities put in their syllabuses, as well as what books get taken into consideration for awards by literary bodies like Sahitya Akademis or sold as bestsellers, or appear on online outlets and in bookstores etc…
TO RETURN TO INDIAN WRITING IN ENGLISH TODAY AND MAPPING IT.
O.V. Vijayan
Writers who can shake up the status quo like the ones I quote are not found only in Kerala. I have seen them in other states and other countries too and ultimately they are the writers who matter. To name a few more names, they include writers like Sujata Parashar in her poetry, Meenu Mehrotra in hers, Philip Nikolayev who to me is very Indian, Sudeep Sen the anthologist, and Sarojini Sahoo in her novels like The Dark Abode, not to mention poets like Gorakhnath Gangane from Maharashtra, Sangeeta Talwar Suneja, Zainab Hossain, Rajendra Padhi, Rinzu Susan Rajan who like me is a Pushcart nominee, Shalini Samuel, Tapeshwar Prasad and Elvira Lobo. There are writers like the prolific, famous and erudite Sunil Sharma, then Kalpana Shah, Neetu Wali, Dolly Singh, Sunila Kamal, Hardaman Singh, Subrata Ray, Himali Narang, Rajesh Joshi, the record-breaking Neelam Saxena Chandra, Bhaskaranand Jha, Nalini Srivastava, Arghya Dey, Anilkumar Panda, Nandini Mitra, Rhiti Bose of Incredible Women fame, Archna Pant (fiction writer), Nandita Bose (fiction writer), Sumit Sehgal, Reema Das, Shahbaz Khan, Susma Sharma Gurumayum, Meetu Nadir, Vinay Kuchhal, Rit Chattopadhyay, Rajbabu Gandham, Kuchibhotla Sarada, Ayush Singhania, Somava Das, Binod Bastola Joshi, Swati C. Shivki, Rishabh Tulsyan, Azam Siddiqui, Pranav Sinha, Bernard Dsaa, Suresh Dogra, Jaydeep Sharangi and Gopal Lahiri, not to mention Kiriti Sengupta and Santanu Halder, who have achieved or are achieving or will achieve a modicum of fame and respectability. In other countries I have come across writers like Michele Baron and Pramila Khadun who are both significant and emerging voices. Pramila’s mix of Gibran-like and Tagor- like utterances reflects her influences, but having her own distinctiveness is especially enchanting.
Jayanta Mahapatra
I would like to return to Jayanta Mahapatra briefly in a famous poem of his to point out how at its best Indian literature can deconstruct mainstream discourses knowingly or unknowingly, as this poem of his I am now going to quote simultaneously speaks for and against colonialism and conversion, and for and against the past and present and two religions, looking to the past and the future by neither dismissing their claims nor standing for modernism by validating them. The poem is called Grandfather.
The yellowed diary’s notes whisper in vernacular.
They sound the forgotten posture,
the cramped cry that forces me to hear that voice.
Now I stumble back in your black-paged wake.
No uneasy stir of cloud
darkened the white skies of your day; the silence
of dust grazed in the long afternoon sun, ruling
the cracked fallow earth, ate into the laughter of your flesh.
For you it was the hardest question of all.
Dead, empty trees stood by the dragging river,
past your weakened body, flailing against your sleep.
You thought of the way the jackals moved, to move.
Did you hear the young tamarind leaves rustle
in the cold mean nights of your belly? Did you see
your own death? Watch it tear at your cries,
break them into fits of unnatural laughter?
How old were you? Hunted, you turned coward and ran,
the real animal in you plunging through your bone.
You left your family behind, the buried things,
the precious clod that praised the quality of a god.
The imperishable that swung your broken body,
turned it inside out? What did faith matter?
What Hindu world so ancient and true for you to hold?
Uneasily you dreamed toward the center of your web.
The separate life let you survive, while perhaps
the one you left wept in the blur of your heart.
Now in a night of sleep and taunting rain
My son and I speak of that famine nameless as snow.
A conscience of years is between us. He is young.
The whirls of glory are breaking down for him before me.
Does he think of the past as a loss we have lived, our own?
Out of silence we look back now at what we do not know.
There is a dawn waiting beside us, whose signs
are a hundred odd years away from you, Grandfather.
You are an invisible piece on a board
Whose move has made our children grow, to know us,
carrying us deep where our voices lapse into silence.
We wish we knew you more.
We wish we knew what it was to be, against dying,
to know the dignity
that had to be earned dangerously,
your last chance that was blindly terrifying, so unfair.
We wish we had not to wake up with our smiles
in the middle of some social order.
The poem’s ambiguity while dealing with the controversial theme of conversion is what makes it worth reading and an India that can acknowledge such a poem’s merit is one I am proud of, as it means that there is space in it for voices of pluri-signification and multiplicity and a real effort to move towards, -if not a post democratic, post-secular, post-libertarian space, at least – a genuinely secular, democratic, libertarian space. The same breadth of subversive vision is there in The Dark Abode, a novel by Sarojini Sahoo, where against all odds an Indian Hindu woman loves a Pakistani Muslim, after meeting him on the internet, breaking down the taboos called “Love Laws” in two countries, religions and cultures; ones that Arundhati Roy who coins the phrase also shows as being breakable in her path-breaking Booker Prize winning novel God of Small Things, where it takes the shape of not only an inter- religious and inter-caste relationship between the Syrian Christian lady Ammu and her domestic help ‘Velutha,’ reminiscent of Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence, but even of incest towards the end of the novel.
What I would like to highlight in today’s write up on Keralite writing in English and Indian writing in English, finally, is the value of heart-felt transgression in literature. Writers who transgress, in a powerfully literary way by excellent writing, social abstractions or constructs that stand against humanism are found to be significant, and this is a lesson which is a rich take away in a DIY series.
In my next article, as a teaser, let me tell you that I hope to look at some great Indian critics in English to keep the tempo and interest going. I am sure you are as eager to know what I will write of them as I am impatient to share what I want to tell you of them, and that you will join me therefore on this memorable journey again, then.
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You are an iconoclast, Dr. Koshy. Your analyses of Indian writers and their writing styles are superb. A very excellent write up. Waiting for the next one of yours.
Thanks Nath 🙂
A loud call for Indian readers.. they won’t be regretting hearing this call, I am sure
Thanks Sarala 🙂
What an erudite and enlightening article…The writer has indeed done a commendably deft analysis of present day writers …Every article So far has been intellectually stimulating and enriching. leaving the reader hungering for more. Take a bow Dr.Ampat Koshy. Hat off to learning and creativity for such a wonderful article.
Thank you for mentioning us. As a writer, we hope that you don’t, however, limit yourself as a “Keralite writer”, but as a writer at par with others from various regions and countries. Kudos for your excellent work and we hope that we get to see more such diligence from you.
Thanks, Sudarshan 🙂
Wowwww. That was a great critique on Keralite writing. What spurred me on was the analysis of bodacious writing that usually invites arched eyebrows, strange expressions, gawks, and giggles from students and sorry to say, even from some of the academia. Thanks Dr. Koshy for discussing this with such clinical precision. I’m sure you’ve found yourself the magic pen of Canon (not the one that Bloom refers to). Great work indeed.
Thanks Suja – this series of columns is becoming the rage back home 🙂
At the very outset let me doff my hat to Learning and Creativity for roping in one of the greatest intellectial giants of the century for giving us these highly enriching and insightful essays These are like invaluable museum pieces which need to be preserved for posterity. The speed with which you are churning out these incredibly erudite articles makes me worry about the safety of my hats…hats off yet again.Dr.Ampat koshy and Learning and creativity.
Thanks Santosh, found and restored the comment. 🙂
I am familiar with the works of most of the names that you have mentioned in your article. I, especially, like the poems you share to commentary on. Great article!
Thanks.
Great article. Extraordinary analysis.. Extremely happy to find my name amidst such stalwarts… Bow in gratitude.. Sir.