Thursday, October 17, 2024

A Punjabi Dalit Poet Speaks: Selected poems of Madan Veera

 Here are the covers of two of my books. One is a translation of Punjabi Dalit poet Madan Veera's selected poetry and the other a collection of my own stories in English. Hope the books would interest some readers. 


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Thursday, August 15, 2024

On the Leader-Speak: A poem

 


This poem on a contemporary leader might interest the readers of this blog.


On the Leader-Speak

 

He has painted his own face black

with his own hands

to shine in the firmament in brightest colours

He mistook his own face for that of another

to outshine him forever

 

Would history that relentless judge assign him

to the murkiest corner of the firmament

where the darkest luminaries form a cluster

 

Turning the pages of history

if he could in his afterlife

would he become remorseful

about the torrents he let loose day after day

or feel at home among the ensemble

of Margdarshaks who mentored him

to unbridle his tongue 

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Saturday, March 2, 2024

Bharat Ratna Awards

 


  

Here are two poems on the state of the nation.


Bharat Ratna as Consolation Prize

 
He was a formidable contender
aspiring for an Everest-like pinnacle
he stood at the base
from where he espied the peak
The climb seemed impossible
so steep so slippery
yet he was determined to go up
at any cost
by any means
by daring his opponents
by shedding blood
by razing a structure
by insidious stratagems
 
He almost reached the top
Just one step more…
but he was bettered
by a rival!
by fate!
 
He tried another ruse
a fatal miscalculation
that misfired
and he fell flat on his face
spread-eagled
never to rise again
another nurtured by him
appropriating his Herculean labours
 
He was flicked out
like a fly from milk
silenced
wrapped in oblivion
 
The winner had become a loser
 
Yet after Ramlalla was installed
they unwrapped him
As they dished out a bunch of Bharat Ratnas
one was tossed into his lap
as consolation prize
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Raining Guarantees

 

During the last seventy years

they did nothing worthwhile

at best they were measly miserly

 

Today we are showering guarantees on all

on th hungry

on the homeless

on the old

on the sick

on woman

on farmers

on one and all

 

Further we have opened safe havens

for those chased by sarkari bloodhounds and handcuffers

they have just to walk in with their baggage

 

And above all

We are dishing out Bharat Ratnas

for those who feel their leaders have been left out

Now Ratnas are theirs for the asking

at a price though

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Saturday, January 20, 2024

Killing of the Mind: MENTICIDE: A POEM


                           Please read the poem and two comments that follow.



                                                                  MENTICIDE

                                                           (Courtesy You Tube: Stem Disintermedia inc.)


                                                      Killing of the mind!

                                                How is it done?


                                                No knives

                                                No clubs

                                                No guns

                                                No bloodletting


                                                No violence 

                                                of any kind

                                                not at all


                                                It is done

                                                gently

                                                quietly

                                                seductively

                                                insidiously

                                                projecting the hologram

                                                of a messianic face

                                                all over

                                                everywhere


                                                All else is submerged

                                                in its blinding darkness


                                                The mind sees 

                                                only

                                                one insignia

                                                one colour

                                                one face

                                                and bows 

                                                in blank submission

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                        Two comments on the poem


FISH DID NOT DISCOVER WATER

"IN FACT, BECAUSE THEY ARE COMPLETELY IMMERSED IN IT, THEY LIVE UNAWARE OF ITS EXISTENCE. SIMILARLY, WHEN A CONDUCT IS NORMALIZED BY A DOMINANT CULTURAL ENVIRONMENT, IT BECOMES INVISIBLE. "   

Marshall McLuhan

 

"Our may become the first civilization destroyed, not by the power of our enemies, but by the ignorance of our teachers and the dangerous nonsense they are teaching our children."

Thomas Sowell

 


Monday, November 6, 2023

Genocide in Gaza and the Taxidermied Man

 These days I am translating selected poetry of a Punjabi Dalit poet, Madan Veera, and shortly going to publish the collection. Here is one of the poems from the collection:  


 Taxidermied Man


Atma Rama

now you are neither the veheda’s Atma

nor the veheda’s soul

because in the haze of bharm

in the fog of dharm

your identity is shrinking

your existence has been circumscribed

 

You are scattering into bits

floating like specks of dust

rhapsodizing about dharm

in the rush of hollow slogans

in the hope of securing your afterlife

in the effort to break out of the cycle of eighty-four

seeking the path to mukti

you have become a dweller of the chimerical world

of dharm gurus and dharmsthans

 

Searching for moksha

you have found like many others like you

your own Sarvashaktimaan

that matches your deluded mind

Now the reins of your life

are in the hands of

your self-created Tyrant

your folded hands are bound

in your self-made handcuffs

your closed eyes enclose

self-created stale dreams

your closed lips are iterating

 a cycle of sleepy words

Now to listen with your ears

to see with your eyes

to speak with your tongue

is sinful for you 

 

Now you are no longer a

shining

burning

thinking human being

 you are a milch cow’s

taxidermied dummy

of the calf that died last month

stinking stuffed with straw

that we use

at the time of milking

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I wish to draw the reader's attention to the title of this poem, Taxidermied Man While searching the Internet to check if I had used the right expression, I was horrified to discover that there indeed existed a real example of a Taxidermied Man. Please read the following to experience the horror perpetrated by a white man on a black man:

        

                            Taxidermied Man            

          Man stuffed and displayed like a wild animal




 In the early 19th Century, it was fashionable for Europeans to collect wild animals from around the globe, bring them home and put them on display. One French dealer went further, bringing back the body of an African warrior. It was on display as a museum exhibit in France and Spain. Generations of Europeans gaped at his half-naked body, which had been stuffed and mounted by a taxidermist. There he stood, nameless, exhibited like a trophy titled El Negro. 

This is what one visitor says on watching the display.

'This was not Madame Tussaud's. I was not staring at an illusion of authenticity - this black man was neither a cast nor some kind of mummy. He was a human being, displayed like yet another wildlife specimen. History dictated that the taxidermist was a white European and his object a black African. The reverse was unimaginable. I flushed and felt the roots of my hair prickling - simply from a diffuse sense of shame.'


Please go to the following link to read the full story on BBC website that makes one’s hair stand on end.

https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-37344210


This touches the lowest depth of Whiteman’s racism. Thinking of what is happening in Gaza these days one wonders whether the European man has undergone any substantial change of heart.

 Let us understand that ethnic cleansing is not new to the Western man. It has a long and continuing tradition: Cleansing of North and South Ameria, Australia, New Zealand and parts of Africa of their indigenous inhabitants. 

And why forget Europe itself. The Europeans were bent upon cleansing Europe of the Jews, having had a centuries long history of persecution of the Jews culminating in what happened around the WWII. The Europeans, after the German massacre of 6 million Jews in the holocaust, succeeded in getting rid of the vast majority of their Jewish population pushing them off to Palestine, their so-called Promised Land, and helping them to cleanse Palestine of Arabs who have lived there for centuries. Isn't it ironic that the Zionist Jews who suffered the most at the hands of the European Christians, instead of wreaking vengeance on their persecutors, are using them to persecute the Palestinians who hardly had any serious history of quarrel with the Jews.  Gaza is the latest playground of this White man's game of ethnic cleansing.

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Sunday, September 17, 2023

DANDY AND THE CHEETAH

 

Readers might enjoy reading this poem. 


Dandy and the Cheetah

 

[Dandy:(i) a man unduly concerned with looking stylish and fashionable

             (ii) an excellent thing of its kind; the Winchester Model 37 shotgun is a dandy, at a low price]

 

 You saw him wearing a hat

and a sleeveless jacket

holding a state-of-the-art camera

as if raring to go on a safari

of course, the African

 

But he was on a different mission:

to unveil to the nation the homecoming

of the cheetah, the magnificent cat extinct long ago

 

He gently rotated a circular handle to open the trapdoor

and out came, majestically, two Nambian cheetahs

one by one, one male another female

 

But let us first focus on

the most excellent thing of the event: the hat

the cheetah the next excellent thing can wait a bit

 

What brand of hat is he wearing?

Fidora?

Homburg?

Bowler?

All three were made famous by famous men

 

Fidora, first worn by fashionable women in the US,

made a symbol of wealth and status

by Prince of Wales, later King Edward VII

became a trademark of rough and tough cowboys, gangsters,

detectives, celebrities, film stars, political leaders, jaaz musicians:

Humphery Bogart, Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy, Michael Jackson

Winston Churchill, Eisenhower, Adenauer, even our own Raj Kapoor

And lo, even Bhagat Singh!

 

Depend on him to join these worthies

and emulate them for nation’s glory

And it was on his birthday too.

 

The whole country cheered him on this momentous occasion

The media went gaga gaga sarey gama sarey gama pa pa…

calling it another plume on his cap, rather his hat

 

Don’t be surprised if he makes another promise,

one more among his many,

to snatch and bring back the Kohinoor,

if Shah Jehan’s name doesn’t baulk him

Or may be some other spectacular feat:

His best is yet to be

 

But we have almost forgotten the cheetah,

that excellent animal of its kind: like that dandy

the excellent Winchester 37 Shotgun, at a low price

Where does he stand in comparison to

 the Fidora, the Homburg, the Bowler?

 

The pair step out, relaxed or surprised, crane their necks

to survey and feel their surroundings, the new landscape,

the new air, the new smell, the new light, the new touch

Do they like it?

They have no choice

They have to survive, procreate, multiply

to obey the compulsions of Nature

not for the glory of the country of which they know nothing

 

Their benefactor watches them through his branded camera

takes photographs, cheers them by the clap of his hands

 

But do they know who he is?

Do they look back at him?

Do they thank him for homecoming?

Or curse him for bringing them into exile?

 

We don’t know

But we are pleased, yes pleased, pleased…

The country has got its cheetah back

Namaste cheetah, namaste cheetah, namaste cheetah…

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Thursday, August 3, 2023

DRAUPADI DISROBED

                            

                             A Court Scene from the Mahabharat

 

Blind Dhritarashtra

yet secure on his throne

is now

deaf

dumb

even though

he can

see

hear

speak

 

He knows all

 

Draupadi

disrobed

molested

clawed

mocked

paraded

cries out

for help

 

Bhishma is mute

sworn to loyalty

Gandhari sits blindfolded

courtiers watch unmoved

Pandavas disabled

having gambled away

their valour

 

Krishna is nowhere near

 

Mobs run riot

 

For Draupadi

all is lost

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