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. 


-





+++++++








Please contact Aakar Books at

www.aakarbooks.com


































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 

                ---


   

                  ---

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
---

 

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

---     

    

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

                                                         --- 


                        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

---  


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.

---






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…

---  

 


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

--

 

 

 

 

--

Sunday, April 23, 2023

'How are the mighty fallen' :"OZYMANDIAS" a sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 


The poem given below, 'Ozymandias' is a sonnet, a 14 - line poem written in 1817 and published in1818 by the British Romantic poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, whose name is synonymous with radical social and political change. It is among his most famous poems.

 

Ozymandias

 by 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said — “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert … Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

                            ---

As one can read, the poem depicts two trunkless legs along with a half sunk shattered visage, the 'frown', 'wrinkled lip' and 'sneer of cold command' clearly etched out by the sculptor who carved the statue. The wrecked statue belongs to a long dead powerful king, Ozymandias, ruthless and arrogant. The broken statue lies in a desert surrounded by nothing but sand all around, both the ruler and the land he ruled over utterly consumed by the havoc of time. The words on the pedestal speak with deadly irony of the futility of arrogance of power. Time does not spare anyone.

Shelley's poem encapsulates metaphorically the outcome of the tyrannical wielding of power – no leader, king, despot, dictator, or ruler can overcome time. Overall, this sonnet paints a picture of an egotistical character who thought himself without rival but who was cruel to his people. Ozymandias is a commentary on the ephemeral nature of absolute political power. Monarchs and dictators and tyrants are all disappear sooner or later. Only their misdeeds and cruelties survive in history. Shelley's language reflects his dislike for such rulers.


The poem seems so relevant to our times when democracies world-over are transforming into dictatorships, ironically through elections, democracy seeming to be turning out the midwife of dictatorships.

T C Ghai

Tuesday, January 10, 2023

Farid Ganj-i-Shakar (1179? - 1265?) in English verse translation

Here is the front cover of my new book, a verse translation in English of couplets of Farid Ganj-i-Shakar, the first Punjabi poet, a Sufi saint and divine. The verse translation is followed by transcriptions of the original text in Gurumukhi, Shahmukhi and Devanagari scripts. 








Wednesday, October 19, 2022

The Sanskari Rapists

 

                        A Poem


The Sanskari Rapists and the Raped

 

They raped, yet they did not

even if they did, as they certainly did,

they didn’t.

They murdered, yet they didn’t.

They smashed a child to the ground, yet they didn’t.

That’s why they were garlanded

feted with sweets, the sacred ladoos

by their men. By their women too!

How can the Sanskari brahmins be guilty?

What they do is beyond reproach.

Their deeds are not subject to human scrutiny.

The courts had no right to arraign them.

That’s why the celebrations

to honour their missionary heroism.

 

What about the raped?

Of what consequence

is the life and honour of a woman of the other race!

And her pain

that has pierced her innards

each cell, each pour and settled there

like pulsating, stabbing poison

that doesn’t let her live, let her die

let her forget!

 

The silence all around tells all.

---   

 

 

 

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Jawahar Lal Nehru on the National Flag , the Tiranga

 

 

 

 

                   Jawahar Lal Nehru on the National Flag, the Tiranga

 

Here is Jawahar Lal Nehru’s speech in the constituent Assembly on 22 July 1947 when he moved the resolution on adopting the tricolour as the national flag.

 

Mr. President, it is my proud privilege to move the following Resolution.

Resolved that the National Flag of India shall be horizontal tricolour of deep Saffron (Kesari), white and dark green in equal proportion. In the centre of the white band, there shall be a Wheel in navy blue to represent the Charkha. The design of the Wheel shall be that of the Wheel. (Chakra) which appears on the abacus of the Sarnath. Lion Capital of Asoka. The diameter of the Wheel shall approximate to the width of the white band, The ratio of the width to the length of the Flag shall ordinarily be 2:3.

This Resolution, Sir, is in simple language, in a slightly technical language and there is no glow or warmth in the words that I have read. Yet I am sure that many in this House will feel that glow and warmth which I feel at the present moment, for behind this Resolution and the Flag which I have the honour to present to this House for adoption lies history, the concentrated history of a short span in a nation's existence. 'Nevertheless, sometimes in a brief period we pass through the track of centuries. It is not so much the mere act of living that counts but what , one does in this brief life a that is ours; it is not so much the mere existence of a nation that counts but what that nation does during the various periods of its existence; and I do venture to claim that in the past quarter of a century or so India has lived and acted in a concentrated way and the emotions which have filled the people of India represent not merely a brief spell of years but something infinitely more. They have gone down into history and tradition and have added themselves on to that vast history and tradition which is our heritage in this country. So, when I move this Resolution, I think of this concentrated history through which all of us have passed during the last quarter of a century. Memories crowd upon me. I remember the ups and downs of the great struggle for freedom of this great nation. I remember and many in this House will remember how we looked up to this Flag not only with pride and enthusiasm but with a tingling in our veins; also, how, when we were sometimes down and out, then again the sight of this Flag gave us courage to go on. Then, many who are not present here today, many of our comrades who have passed, held on to this Flag, some amongst them even unto death. and handed it over as they sank, to others to hold it aloft. So, in this simple form of words, there is much more than will be clear on the surface. There is the struggle of the people for freedom with all its ups and downs and trials and disasters and there is, finally today as I move this Resolution, a certain triumph about it a measure of triumph in the conclusion of that struggle. Now, I realise fully, as this House must realise, that this triumph of ours has been marred in many ways. There have been, especially in the past few months many happenings which cause us sorrow, which has gripped our hearts. We have seen parts of this dear motherland of ours cut off from the rest. We have seen large numbers of people suffering tremendously, large numbers wandering about like waifs and strays, without a home. We have seen many other things which I need not repeat to this House, but which we cannot forget. All this sorrow has dogged our footsteps. Even when we have achieved victory and triumph, it still dogs us and we have tremendous problems to face in the present and in the future. Nevertheless, it is true I think hold it to be true that this moment does represent a triumph and a victorious conclusion of all our struggles, for the moment. (Hear, hear).

There has been a very great deal of bewailing and moaning about various things that have happened. I am sad, all of us are sad at heart because of those things. But let us distinguish that from the other fact of triumph. because there is triumph in victory, in what has happened. It is no small thing that that great and mighty empire which has represented imperialist domination in this country has decided to end its days here. That was the objective we aimed at. We have attained that objective or shall attain it very soon. Of that there is no doubt. We have not attained the objective exactly in the form in which we wanted it. The troubles and other things that accompany our achievement are not to our liking. But we must remember that it Is very seldom that people realise the dreams that they have dreamt. It is very seldom that the aims and objectives with which we start are achieved in their entirety in life in an individual's life or in a nation's life. We have many examples before us. We need not go into the distant past. We have examples in the present or in the recent past. Some years back, a great war was waged, a world war bringing terrible misery to mankind. That war was meant for freedom and democracy and the rest. That war ended in the triumph of those who said they stood for freedom and democracy. Yet, hardly had that war ended when there were rumours of fresh wars and fresh conflicts. Three days ago, this House and this country and the world was shocked by the brutal murder in a neighbouring country of the leaders of the nation. Today one reads in the papers of an attack by an imperialist power on a friendly country in South-East Asia. Freedom is still far off in this world and nations, all nations in greater or lesser degree are struggling for their freedom. If we in the present have not exactly achieved what we aimed at, it is not surprising. There is nothing in it to be ashamed of. For I do think our achievement is no small achievement. it is a very considerable achievement, a great achievement. Let no man run it down because other things have happened which are not to our liking. Let us keep these two things apart. Look at any country in the wide world. Where is the country today, including the great and big powers, which is not full of terrible problems, which is not in some way, politically and economically, striving for freedom which somehow or other eludes its grasp? The problems of India in the wider context do not appear to be terrible. The problems are rot anything new to us. We have faced many disagreeable-things in the past. We have not held back. We shall face all the other disagreeable things that face us in the present or may do so in the future and we shall not flinch and we shall not falter and we shall not quit. (Loud applause).

So, in spite of everything that surrounds us, it is in no spirit of down heartedness that I stand up in praise of this Nation for what it has achieved. (Renewed cheers). It is right and proper that at this moment we should adopt the symbols of this achievement, the symbol of freedom. Now what is this freedom in its entirety and for all humanity. What is freedom and what is the struggle for freedom and when does it end. As soon as you take one step forward and achieve something further steps come up before you. There will be no full freedom in this country or in the world as long as a single human being is unfree. There will be no complete freedom as long as there is starvation, hunger, lack of clothing lack of necessaries of life and lack of opportunity of growth for every single human being, man, woman and child in the country. We aim at that. We may not accomplish that because it is a terrific task. But we shall do our utmost to accomplish that task and hope that our successors. when they come, have an easier path to pursue. But there is no ending to that road to freedom. As we go ahead, just as we sometimes in our vanity aim at perfection, perfection never comes. But if we try hard enough, we do approach the goal step by step. When we increase the happiness of the people, we increase their stature in many ways and we proceed to our goal. I do not know if there is an end to this or not, but we proceed towards some kind of cosummation which in effect never ends.

So I present this Flag to you. This Resolution defines the Flag which I trust you will adopt. In a sense this Flag was adopted, not by a formal resolution, but by popular acclaim and usage, adopted much more by the sacrifice that surrounded it in the past few decades. We are in a sense only ratifying that popular adoption. It is a Flag which has been variously described. Some people, having misunderstood its significance, have thought of it in communal terms and believe that some part of it represents this community or that. But I may say that when this Flag was devised there was no communal significance attached to it. We thought of a design for a Flag which was beautiful, because the symbol of a nation must be beautiful to look at. We thought of a Flag which would in its combination and in its separate parts somehow represent the spirit of the nation, the tradition of the nation, that mixed spirit and tradition which has grown up through thousands of years in India. So, we devised this Flag. Perhaps I am partial but I do think that it is a very beautiful Flag to Look at purely from the point of view of artistry, and it has come to symbolise many other beautiful things, things of the spirit, things of the mind, that give value to the individual's life and to the nation's life, for a nation does not live merely by material things, although they are highly important. It is important that we should have the good things of the world, the material possessions of the world, that our people should have the necessaries of life. That is of the utmost importance. Nevertheless, a nation, and especially a nation like India with an immemorial past, lives by other things also, the things of the spirit. If India had not been associated with these ideals and things of the spirit during these thousands of years, what would India have been? It has gone through a very great deal of misery and degradation in the past, but somehow even in the depths of degradation, the head of India gas been held high, the thought of India has been high, and the ideals of India have been high. So we have gone through these tremendous ages and we stand up today in proud thankfulness for our past and even more so for the future that is to come for which we are going to work and for which our successors are going to work. It is our privilege. of those assembled here, to mark the transition in a particular way, in a way that will be remembered. I began by saying that it is my proud privilege to be ordered to move this Resolution. Now, Sir, may I say a few words about this particular Flag? It will be seen that there is a slight variation from the one many of us have used during these past years. The colours are the same, a deep saffron, a white and a dark green. In the white previously there was the Charkha which symbolised the common man in India, which symbolised the masses of the people, which symbolised their industry and which came to us from the message which Mahatma Gandhi delivered. (Cheers) Now, this particular Charkha symbol has been slightly varied in this Flag, not taken away at all. Why then has this been varied? Normally speaking, the symbol on one side-of the Flag should be exactly the same as on the other side. Otherwise, there is a difficulty which goes against the rules. Now, the Charkha, as it appeared previously on this Flag, had the wheel on one side and the spindle on the other If you see the other side of the Flag, the spindle comes the other way and the wheel comes this way; so, it is not proportionate, because the wheel must be towards the pole, not towards the end of the Flag. There was this practical difficulty. Therefore, after considerable thought, we were of course convinced that this great symbol which had enthused people should continue but that it should continue in a slightly different form, that the wheel should be there, not the rest of the Charkha, that is the spindle and the string which created this confusion, that the essential mitt of the Charkha should be there, that is the wheel. So, the old tradition continues in regard to the Charkha and the wheel. But what type of wheel should we have? Our minds went back to many wheels but notably one famous wheel, which had appeared in many places and which all of us have seen, the one at the top of the capital of the Asoka column and in many other places. That wheel is a symbol of India's ancient culture, It is a symbol of the many things that India had stood for through the ages. So we thought that this Chakra emblem should be there, and that wheel appears. For my part, I am exceedingly happy that in this sense indirectly we have associated with this Flag of ours not only this emblem but in a sense the name of Asoka, one of the most magnificent names not only in India's history but in world history. It is well that at this moment of strife, conflict and intolerance, our minds should go back towards what India stood for in the ancient days and. what it has stood for, I hope and believe, essentially throughout the ages in spite of mistakes and errors and degradations from time to time. For, if India had not stood for something very great, I do not think that India could have survived and carried on its cultural traditions In a more or less continuous manner through these vast ages. It carried on Its cultural tradition, not unchanging, not rigid, but always keeping its essence, always adapting itself to new developments, to new influences. That has been the tradition of India, always to put out fresh blooms and flowers, always receptive to the good things that it receives, sometimes receptive to bad things also, but always true to her ancient culture. All manner of new influences through thousands of years have influenced us, while we influenced them tremendously also, for you will remember that India has not been in the past a tight little narrow country, disdaining other countries. India throughout the long ages of her history has been connected with other countries, not only connected with other countries, but has been an international centre, sending out her people abroad to far-off countries carrying her message and receiving the message of other countries in exchange, but India was strong enough to remain embedded on the foundations on which she was built although changes many changes, have taken place. The strength of India it has been said, consists in this strong foundation. It consists also in its amazing capacity to receive, to adapt what it wants to adapt, not to reject because something is outside its scope, but to accept and receive everything. It is folly for any nation or race to think that it can only give to and not receive from the rest of the world. Once a nation or a race begins to think like that, it becomes rigid, it becomes ungrowing; it grows backwards and decays. In fact, if India's history can be traced, India's periods of decay are those when it closed herself up into a shell and refused to receive or to look at the outside world. India's greatest periods are those when she stretched her hands to others in far off countries, sent her emissaries, ambassadors, her trade agents and merchants to these countries and received ambassadors and emissaries from broad. Now because I have mentioned the name of Asoka I should like you to think that the Asokan period in Indian history was essentially an international period of Indian history. It was not a narrowly national period. It was a period when India's ambassadors went abroad to far countries and went abroad not in the way of an Empire and imperialism but as ambassadors of peace and culture and goodwill. (Cheers.)

Therefore, this Flag that I have the honour to present to you is not, I hope and trust, a Flag of Empire, a Flag of Imperialism, a Flag of domination over anybody, but a Flag of freedom not only for ourselves but a symbol of. freedom to all people who may see it. (Cheers). And wherever it may go-and I hope it will go far, not only where Indians dwell as our ambassadors and ministers but across the far seas where it may be carried by Indian ships, wherever it may go it will bring a message, I hope, of freedom to those people, a message of comradeship, a message that India wants to be friends with every country of the world and India wants to help any people who seek freedom. (Hear, hear). That I hope will be the message of this Flag everywhere and I hope that in the freedom that is coming to us, we will not do what many other people or some other people have unfortunately done, that is, in a newfound strength suddenly to expand and become imperialistic in design. If that happened that would be a terrible ending to our struggle for freedom. (Hear, hear.) But there is that danger and, therefore, I venture to remind this House of it , although this House needs no reminder-there is this danger in a country suddenly unshackled in stretching out its arms and legs and trying to hit out at other people. And if we do that, we become just like other nations who seem to live in a kind of succession of conflicts and preparation for conflict. That is the world today unfortunately.

 In some degree I have been responsible for the foreign Policy during the past few months and always the question is asked here or elsewhere: "What is your foreign policy? To what group do you adhere to In this warring world?" Right at the beginning I venture to say that we propose to belong to no power group. We propose to function as far as we can as peace-makers and peace-bringers because today we are not strong enough to be able to have our way. But at any rate we propose to avoid all entanglements with power politics in the world. It is not completely possible to do that in this complicated world of ours, but certainly we are going to do our utmost to that end.

It is stated in this Resolution that the ratio of the width to the length of the Flag shall ordinarily be 2:3. Now you will notice the word "ordinarily". There is no absolute standard about the ratio because the same Flag on a particular occasion may have a certain ratio that might be more suitable or on any other occasion, in another place the ratio might differ slightly. So there is no compulsion about this ratio. But generally speaking, the ratio of 2:3 is a proper ratio. Sometimes the ratio 2:1 may be suitable for a Flag flying on a building. Whatever the ratio may be, the point is not so much the relative length and breadth, but the essential design. So, Sir, now I would present to you not only the Resolution but the Flag itself.

There are two of these National Flags before you. One is on silk-the one I am holding-and the other on the other side is of cotton Khadi. I beg to move this Resolution. (Cheers.)

                                                                                  xxx

Comments

I wish the little people, many of them philistines and neophytes, who are cawing like crows about the national flag should recollect and carefully read this speech by going to the debate in the Constituent Assembly that is the mother of all what people have to say about the national flag. This speech presents a vision that connects India’s past present and future in a string of continuity, its failures and successes, and its aspirations and great challenges as a new nation. And also, Nehru connects the living of his own day and the dead of the past with successions of the generations to come. He also delineates India’s role in the international arena and the nature of the role he hopes India can play. There is much more in this speech than I have tried to show.

    It is sad to note that the small-minded people fussing over the importance of the national flag, monopolizing proprietary rights over it, seem to believe as if it is they who invented the national flag and are also trying to become the surrogate parents of the freedom movement ( believing that India became free with their arrival on the national scene) paying lip service to the greatest peoples’ movement in India’s history, in which lakhs of people, big and small, participated playing different roles sacrificing their lives and fortunes, about which the neophytes either know very little or are pretending ignorance about it.

T C Ghai