Tuesday, 30 May 2023

Indian English Short Story: Evolution and the Contribution of K. V. Dominic by Prof. Dr. Suresh Chandra Pande

 

Indian English Short Story: Evolution and the

Contribution of K. V. Dominic

 

Suresh Pande

 

The origin of the genre called short story is as old as the beginning of prehistoric creation. Our planet’s early phase: the initial evolutionary cycle was fully devoid of life, excitement and pulsating spectacles. In later phases the terrafirma evolved gradually giving nativity to various vertebrates and mammals. Side by side, the growth of vegetation, verdure, hills and dales, rivers and lagoons, islands and continents gave to the planet a specific physiognomy. The growth and  change of seasons, mysteries and miracles of nature, the sum-total of evolutionary  forces enhanced faith in supernatural envisaged by  the predecessors of today’s mankind. By the time man evolved sufficiently to gain and ascertain communication, co-habitation many indigenous languages came into practice/flourished. In the beginnings, indigenous languages had no orbit to preserve their oeuvres except some visuals and cave-drawings. So with the passage of time the words of mouth passed from one generation to the next--to progenies. Thus short story as a genre passed from generation to generation as an oral art/ tradition and as inseparable part of indigenous cultural matrix. This generation-wise growth of story has a unique tale to tell rather than the method/s of narration.

           Practically, the most credible and ancient form of short story is the anecdote. Anecdotes mainly function as kind of parables which have a brief realistic narrative to embody a point. Yes, it is the beginning of point-wise or step by step narrative. Early Greeks contributed immensely to the scope, trope, art and knack of short-fiction. Aesop, who happened to be a Greek slave, his fables alongside Panchatantra’s moralistic, and didactic stories are earliest examples of ethically decent short fiction. As short story is a prose narrative dealing with a few characters, aiming to unify the effect, concentrating on the creation of mood rather than plot--it seems deeply rooted in human psyche/civilization. Its propensity and desire is to listen vigorously and attentively in order to elevate/edify the readers or the spectators. In Srutis short stories are heard in congregation by the mode of a brief lull as in/of a Katha. Raja Rao’s Kanthapura [1] is an early instance of telling Harikathas to socio-religious assembly of native families or community gatherings. In India short-stories owe their existence and allegiance to historical legendary tales of epics and the Puranas. Contrastingly, India’s middle eastern counterpart Scheherazade’s [2] one thousand and one nights and accompanying one thousand stories set limits for the length and breadth of short-fiction. It indeed is an individual narrative that can be told at one sitting. There is no word count limit for a short story or flash fiction [3]. Flash fictions are stories in 1000 words or less; however they are found from maximum 20,000 to minimum 1000 or five to twenty pages. It can be perused within half or an hour. A German Novelist and playwright Gustav Freytag [4] estimates plot as a narrative structure that divides story/stories into five parts like the five acts of the play. These parts are exposition, rising of the action, climax, falling action and denouement. One can read, analyse and evaluate a story within these given parameters.

             K. V. Dominic’s short fiction like a testament of the enduring aspect of post-modern era’s good, enjoyable and sunny narratives is of immense interest. All these without qualms have qualities essential for a successful piece of notable short fiction. The author for achieving full potential narrates/translates stories as practical human application/implementation of knowledge he has stocked from sources known and unknown. This he simply does by having an authentic introspection into the complexities of human-life inhaling both in India and abroad. In this way his stories are ‘the slices of life’[5] to present the sweet, agonizing and bitter experiences or truths pertaining to existence. Moreover, the fusion of intellect and emotion bestow added charm on events occurring off and on in a world of human composition. Besides poetry and translations Dominic so far has written/compiled three collections of short stories. His first collection appeared in 2016 under the title Who Is Responsible?.The second collection entitled Sanchita Karma and Other Tales Of  Ethics and Choice From India was published in 2018 from USA. The third collection which is Prof./Poet’s 45th  book Short Stories During Covid-19 appeared  in 2022 from Authorspress, New Delhi. A collection of 16 short-stories has an up-to-date translation in Hindi by eminent scholar Dr. Sangeeta Maesh.

                I am taking for brief appraisal, here the third albeit the latest collection [6] as it has a limited trajectory of universal texture within which beauty and bathos appear to comingle inextricably. In a collection overall of seven short pieces, the first story deals with the life/struggle of a migrant worker who being protagonist is surviving  for supporting partially callous, economically weaker family ties. As the story is written  during Covid-19 period the protagonist  Clement  in UA E is shown in conversation with Merlin-his wife at Kochi, India. The talk centres around formal family accords such as children and old asthma suffering parents. Besides family, human relations such as acquaintances and aides add up to the development of the plot of the story in a language and phraseology imparting rare individuality to the author. Faith in man and God enrich thematic objectives besides fulfilling long drawn aspiration of perceptive readers. What shapes ideals, attitudes and philosophy of characters is author’s firm conviction in inherent goodness of man: the humanism. Almost all seven stories concentrate on guiding principles such as the welfare, progress and happiness of mankind. Humanity appears working curiously toward human beings, seeking solutions for major/minor human problems/ailments by raison d’etre  of good sense and gumption rather than gullible religious beliefs. The second story likewise demarcates as the title justifies-the fate of migrant labourers under the canopy swarming with trepidations of Covid-19-“My wife is bedridden with high fever and headache. She just phoned me. I am doubting if She is stricken with Covid. Many of our neighbours are in hospital and a few have already died.” (2-14)Aminul, Emran, Shakib and Tarique are room-mates living  at the aegis and mercy of Arjun Saab-an architect and builder. Aminul graciously guided, financially and morally supported by Arjun Saab in highly difficult lockdown times emerges as a leading character to fight against corona virus that had infected and inflicted his wife Abidah. In a society wholly inhuman and atrocious Arjun Saab’s acts of charity,  gratitude, compassion and kindness like a Savior put him at par with God’s greatness-“You are my God, dear Saab. I will never forget this love and kindness shown to me. I will be at your service till I die.”(2-17) .The meaning and the moral of the story eagerly captivates, much more elevates by purifying/purgating the passions, emotions almost of all his enthusiastic readers. The author finds solution of worldly problems in a nutshell of ethical methodology as explained in spiritual principles of world-religions. Accordingly the society profiles the backbone of ethical principles composed of three protagonists--Individual, Institution and Community.

          “Nature Teaches”, the third story of the third collection is admirable for its milieu is set against vividly exhibiting progressive views of man grappling for material development, economic efficiency and self-sufficiency. Nature needs to be sacrificed in order to attain/implement contemporary machinery/tools for construction of an advanced Shopping Complex as proposed by the Municipal Council. The Tree forms indispensable part of nature besides being endemic it is part and parcel of life-men, birds, bees and beasts all grow, get free shade, shelter and sustenance under its largesse. The tree is a great hindrance to the construction site of new Complex so it needs to be cut punctually. However, by and large fervent protest of nature-lovers as-crows, wasps, mynahs, honeybees, squirrels also on behalf of passengers who evenly wait for buses from under its huge canopy stir up the government. That’s why, the Chairman of Municipal Council decides in favor of protesters. Instead of placing orders for cutting of the tree, he votes in favour of afforestation and plans for planting new saplings at road-side where the tree stands and construction of a Shopping Complex is proposed. His proposal is warmly welcomed, well received acknowledged and accepted in toto by Municipal Councillors. The story thus provides innovative, informative and progressive ideas alongside depicting the prerequisite aspects of nature crucial to human survival and endurance. His words and lines are creative, articulate, reflective and captivating. So also they are a storehouse of yummy thoughts.

             According to India’s National Crime Records Bureau data there were more than 1000 acid attack cases reported in the country between 2017 and 2021.Chhapaak translated Splash is a 2020, Indian Hindi language biographical film based on the life of acid attack survivor Laxmi Agarwal and his acid attacker Naeem Khan. It stars Deepika Padukone as Malti. The acid attacker is Bashir Khan. The Malayalam film Uyare also centres around acid attack and the tragedy faced by Pallavi the protagonist. These and many such tragic incidents seem to have inspired K. V. Dominic for penning the story “Seetha’s Resolve”(4).The story of Seetha besides highlighting the crime of  chilling inhuman love succinctly focuses on the tradition and institution of  marriage: “Seetha, how long are you going to remain alone? So many marriage proposals have come and you don’t agree to any. You are already 27…” (4-24). Accordingly, after mutual consent a perfect match was sought and the marriage date was fixed. Alas! unfortunatelySeetha’s neighbour, school class-mate, son of labourers working in cardamom estate, as auto-rickshaw driver used to drive Seetha to her school due to paucity of regular buses in the locality. His name was Venu. He loved Seetha secretly and had a passion for her although he was ugly looking and had inferiority complex. Naturally, an imperfect match for Seetha due to class and status symbol that Venu once revealed   while going  with her to the town in his auto rickshaw. She snubbed his proposal then and there sans  any qualm of conscience. However, being Seetha’s close neighbour and having formal friendly relations with her for past several years Venu knew all developments in Seetha’s house pertaining to her marriage. He aired /sensed the fear of loosing her: “He looked very moody not even caring to look at her face” (4-26).Therefore, she willingly/knowingly avoided Venu’s approach. The next morning thirty minutes before allotted time Seetha got ready to catch the bus that goes to the town. It was rather early in the morning and when she reached the road there came Venu too close to her in his auto rickshaw and to her utter surprise and contrary to human belief: “he threw some liquid on her face and sped away.”(4-27). Seetha wept and cried bitterly. Meanwhile, She was taken by her parents to the Medical College where doctors immediately started treatment for her burns. The case was reported to the Police Station and Venu was arrested within a couple of hours. It took one month’s treatment for Seetha’s burns. Her face looked horrific, sheer approach to mirror made her cry aloud. Three months had passed, gradually she was recovering to win amazing love, affection and support of the people in and around her locality and the town. She continued her teaching profession. Her college itself arranged for her a taxi-car for journeying to and fro. Her colleagues and students almost everyday assembled at the front yard to give her a warm welcome. Seetha’s loneliness and  sorrow now  was replaced by happiness and cooperation of his college mates. Besides stories of her miraculous come back to life were amply hyped by the media. In college she outshined in academic conduct so was given extra charge for co-curricular activities. Taken as a whole she performed competently and excelled in discharging her duties in all sincerity. The college also got recognition from the government: “The State government decided to promote Seetha’s unaided college to a government aided one taking into consideration the best results and the social service activities.”(4-30)Very soon, including Seetha all started getting higher salaries for their benefit and pleasure. The State unit of NSS promoted Seetha’s activities/contributions and she was given the best teacher award by the president of India. On her behalf Seetha donated this award to rehabilitation centres for the welfare of thousands of acid victims. Actually, this is the solo story to justify Kerala as a beautiful land inhabited by hardworking, talented and intellectual people committed to the glorified principle of “Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam” in spite of petty jealousies and envies seen in human attitudes and modes of behaviour. This story unfolds author’s remarkable prudence and sound sense of social harmony, equitable growth and people-centric progressive values for which he strenuously exerts  to instuct and educate.

              The next story “What’s Wrong  With  Us?” narrates to highlight  woes, wails and that which is amiss in Indian society. The author in protagonist/s infers right answer for the malady and unfairness of caste-structure that divides man from man. The hierarchy of being high or low, big or small, affluent or indigent, educated and illiterate and many other economic, political, social and religious incongruities create an unequal society wherein crime and immorality thrive. That is why, the author in order to depict contemporary reality/sensibility designs events,  invents characters simultaneously presents their struggle, intransigent efforts to acquire equal status by bridging unasked hiatus. Their efforts to establish an egalitarian society, to approach government machinery by all possible/viable means and to boost up democratic ideals  indeed succeed and do well to boom and bloom. No nation, in truth, can thrive on racial hatred, discrimination and exploitation. One has to develop an attitude of tolerance, co-existence, convergence and interdependence. In the progressive society of a nation the unbridled evil of caste-system is so deeply entrenched that it appears almost difficult to root it out presently. The struggle continues and the narrative style in the form of dialogue, dabate or catechism argue precisely the origin, development, nomenclature and the foundation of the caste-system. This is the greatest wrong amply argued in the story first by  Vijayan and Gopalan, a father-son duo, then by Mathai and Joseph who are Christians by birth and Ramesh, a low caste person who enters into the profession through reservation. All the characters in the story appear abuzz with the zeal and weal, with courage to grab the opportunity in order to excel in whatever profession they enter or may enter. They have high ideals and visions for brighter future prospects. How confidently Gopalan tells to his son: “Haven’t you heard of K. R. Narayanan…He was born in our own State Kerala in a low caste poor family like ours…He had to walk 15 kilometres to reach his school everyday. By hard work he could get degrees after degrees from India and abroad and even served as Vice-Chancellor and Indian ambassador before he became the Vice President of India and then President” (5-32). Like the son of a beloved father the story makes greater appeal, a lasting impact on reader’s sensibility marked by psychological undertones and logical progression from specific to the universal. His wits often sparkle while carrying out intended hits. There are moods apparent in the story/stories and the narration vary from grief, agony, anxiety, anger, helplessness to high seriousness almost nostalgic but full of fun and joy with a purpose not only to delight but to instruct. As far as literary realism is concerned this story through compassion and social justice transport policies to empower marginalised communities by  fostering equal opportunities. It is the discovery of a real Kerala story paving way for brighter future where dreams will thrive and humanity flourish.

                  Cosmopolitan in outlook and stance the author’s 6thstory is an attempt to narrate successfully the pangs, sufferings, agony and misery of sex-workers struggling for survival  in a brothel at Mumbai’s Kamathipura and well-timed arrival of Rajesh, the owner and managing director of Govind Mills, the textile factory of Kochi with a proposal to restructure/ameliorate the lot of working inmates. Besides being didactic and instructive the story intends to prevent, amend and improve prevalent evils of brothel systems. Stella, daughter of a rich Bank Manager and a School teacher is ill-fated leading woman character who cooperates/liaises with Rajesh in his endeavor of changing/modifying the mired life of her 20 brothel inmates. In a non-dramatic way all leave Kamathipura for Kochi to join Govind Mills and with much fan-fare and jubilation the welcome ceremony is hosted for new employees. It is more than a humanitarian endeavour endorsed by democratically elected government establishments and judicial adjudicators as well and alike. There is no filth and grime now, no cheating in mutual human relations of the neglected and depraved, outcast sections of the society. The unique efforts of the company, the humanitarian activities of the billionaires jointly teach readers a lesson of industriousness, sincerity, admiration and reciprocal respect towards sex-workers who after all are analogous to our sisters. When a new life full of happiness and hope dawns, the sex-workers feel calm, contented and elated as though heaven has opened unto them. The beast in men by and by  gets  transformed into philanthropic sage and is seen engaged in charitable activities and civilized ventures for the good of one and all:  the human race. Moreover, the author as  self-reliant person independently creates ideas/ideals and then translates them into effective solvents  for the future. This story has ample merit, has something that obstructs and side by side supports excellences. Diverse things co-exist and evenly balanced recognition conclusively leads to clarity. Here and elsewhere Post-Modern representation of reality personify characters probing their roots and  identity  into a society structured by multiple economic, political, personal, emotional, religious and spiritual disparities, inequalities and differences. This is what forms the film of the plot in miniature. There are varying temper tantrums to boot from grief, agony, anxiety, anger, helplessness to high pitched seriousness almost appropriate/adequate to present day situations, circumstances, contests and challenges. At many places human interactions allow for humorous incongruities in behaviours, cultural conundrums and modes. Yes, the culture—as a driving force is not only limited to art, literature and music but also covers a wide variety almost everything, the entire range of development, mutual respect and understanding  of human life and  activities those provide to the author a fulfilling intellectual exercise--an innovative, perspicuous and intuitive debate/dialogue beseeching hermeneutics.[7]

                Unlike the first the last story narrates to translate prevailing tribulations those  sustain/carry on life using lottery and liquor as means  to economize like lakhs of people in naturally beautiful and educationally literate State of Kerala. The protagonist Bhagyalakshmi has neither favorable fate/good luck nor wealth or prosperity to lead materially fulfilled and spiritually enlightened life: “Aged 35, she is a widow with two kids and old parents.”(7-47).The narrator protrudes her character against the horrendous milieu: “. . . handicapped persons on crutches, persons with no palms at all, blind, deaf and dumb with deformities found in all towns and cities throughout the State”. (7-48). Moreover, the cruelties of nature and the severity /onslaughts of weather adds to the destitution of the people. All is well because God is there always above the canopies they dwell. At the crossing or intersection where Bhagyalakshmi usually sits to sell lottery tickets opportunely arrives Prof. Krishnaraj: “He has no interest in trying luck through lottery and he rarely buys tickets”. (7-47). However, his selfless philanthropic  outlook and humanitarian stance at once impresses/delights Bhagyalakshmi and the readers of this titillating tale. He becomes an instrument to ameliorate what is low and miserable in Bhagyalakshmi primarily by alleviating her pangs and paroxysms. He often sees, occasionally  meets to have intimate knowledge of her  family–life/household-chores besides sale of lottery tickets for which she sits at the same crossing  bearing onslaughts of weather. The covid phenomenon as a breaking point, as brief interval in their relations serves as the backdrop. Once or twice Prof. Krishnaraj gives her some money then buys all her lottery tickets  to recuperate her economic anxiety/anguish. This is what that also gives support to Prof. Krishnaraj’s philanthropic outlook. The action rises to hug the climax and we see Bhagyalaksmi  in telephonical conversation with Prof. Krishnaraj clearing all doubts of emotion straight away telling about the lottery ticket that has won for him sixty lakh rupees. The calm, cool, amiable temperament of Krishnaraj surprises one and all chiefly then when  Bhagyalaksmi is taken from the crossing  to the nearby branch of SBI where all  money  earned in  lottery  is  directly deposited in her name and account. The denouement successfully leads to a happy cessation, elates immensely by testifying truth, mystery and reality of Bhagyalakshmi’s name. Additionally, as creative writer the author offers special insight into human experience sharpened by the perception of social reality. Representation of  Bhagyalakshmi as an epitome of moral goodness and economic stability despite regional limits in the twenty first century India is a gracious mark of benevolence, meekness, docility and delicacy sans hostility. As in life so also in literature such a woman is rare to be found for her challenges put aside injustice, prejudice and marginalization, uphold her self-exalted cultural, religious and social persona despite being part of  economically weaker sections of  society.

                                                            

Notes

 

[1] Raja Rao, Kanthapura, New Delhi, Orient Paperbacks,1971.

[2] E. M. Forster, Aspects of  the Novel, 1927, New York, Harcourt,Inc,1985.

[3] https//www.masterclass.com>articles.

[4] https//en.m.wikipedia.org>Gustav  Freytag.

[5] Richa Gupta, Slices Of Life: A Collection of Short Stories, eBook-https//www.amazon.in

[6] K. V. Dominic, Short Stories during Covid-19, Authorspress, New Delhi, 2022. All subsequent references cited within parenthesis are to this edition.

[7] The Times of India, New Delhi, Saturday, May 20,2023, Vol.74,No.199.              

                                        

 


Dr. Suresh Chandra Pande, born in Nainital, Uttarakhand, India on 2nd October 1955, gained an M.A. in English Literature in 1976 and a PhD in Indo-Anglian Literature in 1983 from Kumaon University, NAINITAL.  Dr. Pande’s first Biography appeared in ‘International Who’s Who of Intellectuals -13th Edition from I. B. C. Cambridge: England in1998-99. He is a poet and critic well-known in contemporary literary and academic scene.  He is an erstwhile University Teacher. Email: drsureshpande@rediffmail.com

            

 

            

                                                                                            

 

Monday, 6 February 2023

Prof. K V Dominic's Short Story "Old Age Home"

 Old Age Home

K V Dominic


“Hello friend, I am Ravi, an inmate of this old age home for nearly ten years now. Hope you are a new member who joined us recently. Kindly tell me your name.” Ravi, aged 80, introduced himself sitting on a chair opposite to the stranger in the parlour. 

“Glad to meet you, dear Ravi. I am Jacob who joined this home three days ago.” Jacob replied.

Ravi: “I would like to know more about you. It would be proper if tell you my history first before seeking yours. I am a retired college professor from Kochi. I have none to look after me. My wife passed away ten years back and we have no children. Unfortunately I am the only offspring of my parents and no relatives to depend upon. In fact I wanted to adopt a child but my wife was against it. She too was a college professor in my same college. She died of cancer at the age of 68. Left all alone, I decided to seek refuge here. The pension I am drawing is given to the managing director of this home for my accommodation and care. To be frank, I am very happy here and fortunately I don’t have any serious health problems. Now kindly tell me your whereabouts.” 

Jacob: “Very glad to hear that you are happy in this home. Though childless a man, you are fortunate in a way when compared to me, a father of three children. I am a farmer by profession. Though a graduate I couldn’t seek any government job since I was the eldest son of my parents and my father needed my help in managing the five acres of agricultural land we have. My three brothers and two sisters are all highly educated and they are all employed and settled with their families in the States. Since they didn’t want any share of the landed property I am bequeathed of all the five acres. My parents died some twenty years back. I have been fully satisfied with the farming occupation and my wife Mercy was my right hand, always helping me in the farmlands from morning till evening. All kinds of farming were there—paddy, coconut, nutmeg, cocoa, banana, mango and varieties of vegetables. I believe that agriculture is the happiest of all professions. To be in the lap of Mother Earth, savouring her bounties, communicating with her offspring—the plants, animals, birds, flies is a heavenly experience. Of course there were occasional moments of sorrow caused by drought and excess rain. After all, they are the ways of Nature.” Jacob paused for a moment.

Ravi: “How pleasure giving your talk is, dear Jacob! Kindly continue your history.”

Jacob:  I have three sons and no daughters. We gave them good education and they were all brilliant in their studies. All got admission for medical studies and became doctors. They are all married and are settled with their families in the States. As they desired, our ancestral house was demolished and at that site they built a large palatial house. They visit us once in a year, staying with us just a month. Wedded to farming, I couldn’t sit idle even though the children insisted me to keep away from such agriculture. Along with my two labourers I went to my farm lands in the morning and worked till evening.  My sons wanted to take me and Mercy to their houses in the States and stay with them. But for me leaving my land is like leaving my body and we told them that we would stay in our house till we die. As you can imagine, my sons can’t forgo their huge income and luxurious life there and work in our country earning very less. On the contrary, our grand children longed to stay with us for more days and play in the lap of Nature, to be in the company of the cows, dogs, cats, fowls, butterflies, birds etc. And we too enjoyed their sweet presence. No doubt, they yearned for more our presence than their parents’. It was with tears that we saw them off after their vacation here. We had to accept the reality that our children and their families couldn’t stay with us for ever since they are all American citizens and enjoy life there.” Jacob paused to wipe out tears from his eyes. 

Ravi: “I can read your mind, Jacob. How painful it is for you to be away from your children! And where is your wife? Is she living with them in the States?”

Jacob: “No. She departed the world leaving me all alone last month. She hadn’t any serious health problem. She caught fever and was taking medicine for it, but suddenly collapsed in the kitchen in the evening. With the help of the maid she was taken to the hospital, but she died on the way.” Tears started flowing through his cheeks.

Ravi: “Don’t cry dear Jacob. After all she was old like you and one day or other we have to leave this world. Death is waiting with his chariot to take us all one after another. I feel that she had a happy death. And we shall pray for such painless, trouble free death.”

Jacob: “True, she had a happy death. But I can’t live any moment without sweet memories of hers. She had been my soul mate and right hand for long 60 sixty years. Only time can cure my bleeding heart.” He started weeping again.

Ravi: “Calm down dear Jacob. Don’t weep. Did all your children come for the burial of your wife?”

Jacob: (wiped his tears) Yes they all came for the burial and after fifteen days with me they went back leaving me here. They asked me to accompany them. But I said that I can’t leave my house and land. I told them that I would stay here alone and the maid would come every day to cook food for me. But they were not willing to leave me alone. Who is there to care if anything happens to me in night?—they asked. I told them that nothing would happen to me since I have no health issues. But they insisted that I have to be sheltered in a very good old age home. Thus I had to leave my house and land and they brought me here. They have given a large amount to the manager of this old age home for my care and stay. Before leaving me they said that they would talk to me over phone every day. Like me, they were also in tears when they departed me. Thus I have been living a hellish life here for the past three days. Of course I get whatever food I need here. The room I stay is very comfortable with AC, TV and all such requirements. But I have no enjoyment in anything. Very little food I take. My mind is full of memories of my wife. I long to go back to my house and land, but I am imprisoned here…My children can’t read the agonies their father…the pangs of loneliness…” Tears brimmed his eyes. 

Ravi: “Calm down, Jacob. This is the fate of all parents whose children are abroad. There are thousands of parents like you in hundreds of old age homes grieving like you. This is the way of the present world. Kindly take life philosophically like me and enjoy life till it leaves our body. It is already late now. Let us go to our beds. Goodnight Jacob!”

Jacob: “Goodnight Ravi!” 

It was 10.30 pm. They went to their beds. 

Early next morning Ravi woke up to the knocking sound on the door. The room boy greeted him with the sad news that Jacob was found dead on his bed. Might be cardiac arrest!

Thursday, 26 January 2023

An Anatomy of Silence in K V Dominic’s “Silence! Silence!! Grave Silence!!!” Explication by Dr. Parthajit Ghosh

 

An Anatomy of Silence in K V Dominic’s

“Silence! Silence!! Grave Silence!!!”

Parthajit Ghosh

 

The Poem for Anatomy:

Mansion like house

Doors and windows closed

Past midnight, still lights inside

Sleep fears to enter

Three generations reside

Grandpa reads Bible

Grandma reads Bhagavatam

Grandchildren aged eight and twelve

write never ending homework

Their dad is drowned in Facebook

Mom buried in WhatsApp

No sound from anywhere

Seems like haunted house

Silence, silence, grave silence!

None speaks to none

No common prayers

No common dining

No sharing of ideas

If anyone breaks silence

Comes rebuke at once

“Don’t disturb me”

Goes to bed on one’s own time

What happens in one house

never known to neighbours:

both comedy and tragedy

Isn’t it part of evolution

from social being to antisocial?

(Cataracts of Compassion 59)

 

A Proem to the Poem

This non-metrical but visually a stichic in twenty seven lines, woven into the matrix of a free verse in a very easy constructional pattern with simple coherence and cohesion structure, is a “scriptible” narrative of an evolving suburban society of twenty first century India; which may have an effect of a monologue by the poet on the common readers. The poet in Dominic is found apprehended to the manner of living in his society, a part of which is presented through this poem in the form of storytelling captures a ‘mansion like house’ where ‘three generations reside’ a lifeless or mechanical life. And thus, Dominic posits himself at the place of social reformist thinker a poet, which can better be assessed by the prototype of contextual analysis.

Silence: A Brief Context

Space is not the only void. It is the significant extent for an object to have its relative position and direction. Similarly, silence is not merely the absence of sound; it is sounded to its own significant waves. Silence is spiritually significant. It is such a sublime which can only be attained through pure practice of meditation and through the process of enlightenment. It holds the ambiance to introspect or to communicate with the infinitude. In the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna himself says: “of secret things I am silence” (Ch. 10, verse 38; Prabhupada 478). In Hinduism, there is a belief system that “it is only in the silence of your mind that you can hear the voice of God. Once that voice is heard, it is again the silence that helps you to enjoy that sound – to relive it again and again in the deepest depths of your inner being” (Kumar, Speakingtree.in). Even Lord Buddha maintained a long silence to get enlightened, who believed: “words end where truth begins”. To the context of silence and Buddha, the spiritual leader, Sri Ravi Shankar has nicely remarked: “The purpose of words is to create silence. If words create more noise, then they have not reached their goal. Buddha’s words would definitely create silence, because Buddha is the manifestation of silence. Silence is the source of life and is the cure for diseases” (Art of Living).Even in the Bible, the Psalm 46:10 says: “Be still and know that I am God.” Silence has thus a great spiritual connection.

Silence has a big space even in literature. Yeats yearns to live into the silence at the Lake Isle of Innisfree from which he claims to have peace: “And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow” (“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”, Poetry Foundation). Even the great romantic poets like Wordsworth, Keats, Shelly and many others have transcendentalized silence in various significant occasion into their poetry. The metaphysical poet, John Donne craves for silence during love making: “For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love” (“The Canonization”, Poetry Foundation). But, in the literature of the marginalized and the subalterns, ‘silence’ is connoted with fear, suppression and voicelessness. However, “Silence is a tool that has been utilized in literature to heighten emotion, magnify suspense or drama, and let a character grow into their own being” (Das).

Silence has therefore multiple facets. It is spiritually sublime, poetically transcendental or metaphysical; sometimes, it symbolizes fear, suppression and voicelessness.Silence is often the word of protest. Lexically, it is an ambiance of absence of noise or sound. But in this poem, Dominic is in a bad mood to the silence. He intends to break the silence to bridge in human emotion what is laid out in the subsequent discussion.

From Text to Context

If any jargon like short story in poetry exists in literary criticism this poem is then the best example of that. Like a good short story, this poem too is arranged in a sequence of a beginning, middle and end; built up on a unified plot and narrated by the poet himself that resembles the heterodiegetic storytelling technique. The beginning explores the characters like Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom and two children (three generations) in a ‘mansion like house’; the middle portrays their action, their daily habits and their practice of keeping silence to each other; and, the end brings in the poet’s prediction for the impending tragedy on a society evolving towards being ‘antisocial’.

 Silence is, however, personified as an antihero all through the narrative in this poem. The very title which is tangible to the poem and seems to be the beginning line is the repetition of the word, ‘silence’, of course, with an emphasis of negative exclamation. Here, an ambiguity lies in the use of the word ‘grave’ before silence. Is it simply a lexical alternative for ‘serious’ or ‘crucial’ or ‘dangerous’ to personify ‘silence’; or, a desperate attempt to signify silence as death since the word, ‘grave’, is often used as an allusive term for ‘death’? But, irrespective to this ambiguity, the title clearly captures the negative emotion of the poet who refuses silence spoiling the bond in a family.

The family projected in this poem lives in a ‘mansion like house’. The simile of house here implies the snobbery of the affluent class which is addicted to live a life of showing off than the life of necessity. Dominic has, as if, revived the essence of ‘comedy of manners’ to depict the artificial life of a section in his society. A house is a necessity; a ‘mansion like house’ is the pretention of the high economic class to that necessity. On the other hand, this expression, ‘mansion like house’, may be used to juxtapose the contradiction between the wideness of the periphery of the house and the miseries of the people who dwell inside that house completely ignorant or disconnected to each other. Probably, it is a tactful attempt of Dominic to represent the triviality of the material world. No material gain is significant unless it is purposefully utilised.

The first four lines however portray a visual image of a gloomy and ghoulish house where the doors and the windows are closed. The closed ‘doors’ and ‘windows’ here insinuates an extended metaphor linking up various intertextual references. However, ‘Doors’ and ‘windows’ are frequently used as metaphorical elements in the literature dealing with the human body mystery. The nine openings in a human body (the two eyes, two nostrils, mouth, two ears, the anus, and the opening of the generative organ and for urination) are mentioned asnava-dwara-pura (nine doors) in The Bhagavad Gita. The great Bengali mystic poet, Fakir Lalon Shah composes his folk song on the mystery of human body by comparing it with a cage and assuming its structure built with eight cells and nine doors:

How does the strange bird

flit in and out of the cage.

If I could catch the bird

I would put it under the fetters of my heart.

The cage has eight cells and nine doors

with latticed openings here and there,

Above it is the main hall

with a mirror-chamber? (Songs of Lalon Shah 36)

If Dominic’s this ‘mansion like house’ is perceived as a human body then also it is a dead body, a morbid land what Dominic himself confirms by saying it as ‘haunted house’. The openings in a human body are the means of input and output of the body; the body is alive till the openings are open or functioning properly. Doors and windows are the means of exit and entrance. The closed doors and windows here highlight the detached, stagnant and decaying life of the people in this house where sleep fears to enter till mid night. ‘Sleep’ is here personified to show the restlessness of the residents of the house for almost no significant reason.

The subsequent lines till the last five ones capture the three generation residing under the same roof without the subtle bond of living. They are so self-engrossed that they do not have any common space, any common prayers, any common delicacies to enjoy and any thoughts to share.  

Keeping silence to each other is here the only rule of living what is not at all a bliss. Dominic has drawn three devastated generations. The childhood does not have any space; it is under the threat of ‘never ending homework’. The parenthood is under the threat of social media addiction and the grandparenthood under the search of religious knowledge. Although the characters in this poem narrative are ignorant and less sensitive to their family members Dominic holds the continuum approach in portraying them. Among the growing nuclear family culture in India this family in Dominic’s poem is an exception where three generation at least reside under the same roof. Dominic is an Indian poet who has written this poem at such a time when religious nationalism heads up into the narrative of power politics. But, Dominic has discreetly built up a secular ambience through the grandfather reading Bible and grandmother reading Bhagavatam. The poet has made a balance in characterization; and thus, has made his poetic intention loud and clear.

            Dominic passes his own judgement through the concluding five lines of this poem. He finds it comic the way of living as depicted in this poem and this erroneous habit will surely bring tragedy in their life. The transition of human life from animal to the civilized one is the matter of huge evolution through the centuries. This hard earned human civilization can only be sustained through the best practices of being human with the feelings of community culture, empathy, sensitivity, caring, compassion, kindness, sacrifice and many more such positive attributes. The way of living depicted in this poem is the threat to those basic human attributes; and therefore, the poet apprehends for a sure downfall in civilized culture. The poet concludes with a question to his fellow beings to analyse; and thus, warns them for an impending disaster from the unexpected evolution ‘from social being to antisocial’, from human to inhuman, from the light to the darkness. 

A Portrayal of Social Crisis

A house of four walls does not make a home. A house becomes a home in love, care and affection of the people who reside in. A healthy home is important for a healthy human society. The way of living captured in this poem is definitely a threat to the man as social being in the pursuit of the sustainability of hard earned human civilization. The technological advancement may replace many manual efforts but not the human emotions. It is human emotion and dialogue which makes human a social being. In the absence of the practice of which the man as social being turns into antisocial. Dominic has entered the epicenter of the crisis by depicting a family practicing silence for no significant reason, and thus, damaging the family bond. A damaged relationship in a family is the bigger cause of crisis in a society since home is the breeding ground of sociality.

Dominic tries to put an emphasis on the issue of generation gap, one of the major social crises today. In this age of rat race, all are running behind but reaching nowhere. People are so busy that they don’t have any family time. If the family time is compromised there will definitely be a lack of understanding among the persons in a family. This lack of understanding indulges man being nonreciprocal, insensitive, disrespectful, and most importantly, inhumane. A society collapses when a domestic ambience of a house is damaged by such practice of living. Dominic magnifies the issue through his poetic observation to warn his fellow beings.

Dominic’s Attempt in Breaking Silence

A wizard can foresee the future; a doctor can save life with his medical knowledge; a scientist can discover something to solve problems in his society; likewise, every professional does for one’s society as per one’s expertise and acquired skills. Dominic is skilled in poetry and his purpose of writing is the weal from the crisis in his society. Through his fine observation, he captures a part (a family) to replicate the bigger issues like growing damaged family relationship and its consequence, generation gap, indulgence of stand-offish nature and more a like fretting malignantly in his society. It is said that ‘charity begins at home’. A bigger social change starts at the threshold of a little family. The last two lines of this poem are just clear enough to understand Dominic’s endeavour for bringing change in perception.

If this poem is symbolically interpreted, then also, Dominic is found significant in advocating for religious harmony in his nation. ‘Themansion like house’ symbolizes Dominic’s country, India; the characters in this poem are the different cultural provinces of the country; the context of reading Bible and Bhagavatam is the indication of different religious practices in the country; whereas, ‘silence’ stands for the lack of interreligious talk for national integrity and cultural prosperity. The act of silence is the act of practicing hatred and anger for each other. Dominic probably attempts to break that silence for a peaceful and an integrated nation.

An Extractive

Dominic tries to find out rational solution of problem in his society through this simple poem narrative. If the great romantics find solution in ‘back to nature’, Dominic’s call definitely be then ‘back to humanity’. This poem in free verse is undoubtedly a piece of art by a postmodern humanist in Dominic who is very sincere and careful about his society and has consciously played his role by showing his concerns for the impending tragedy on a society evolving towards being ‘antisocial’. This poem can set the best canonical relevance with the studies like Posthumanism and Anthropocentrism with an undercurrent of the poet’s urge for a humanitarian society. If poetry preserves power this poem is definitely then an embedding vector into the hearts of introspective readers.

 

Works Cited

Das, Dee. “Words Left Unsaid: The Role of Silence in Literary Fiction.” BOOK RIOT, 28 Jan. 2022, https://bookriot.com/silence-in-literary-fiction/#:~:text=Silence%20is%20a%20tool%20that,a%20thousand%20words%20ever%20can.

Dominic, K. V. “Silence! Silence!! Grave Silence!!!” in Cataracts of Compassion. By Dominic. Authorspress, 2018, p. 59.

Donne, John. “The Canonization.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44097/the-canonization.

Kumar, Vivek. “Some Loud Thoughts about Silence.” Speakingtree.in, https://www.speakingtree.in/allslides/some-loud-thoughts-about-silence.

Prabhupada, A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami. Bhagavad Gita. The Bhaktivedanta Book Trust, rpt. 2016.

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Yeats, William Butler. “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43281/the-lake-isle-of-innisfree.

 

Dr. Parthajit Ghosh teaches English at a government school in the State of Chhattisgarh for living. He is passionate for Indian English Poetry. He tries to contribute in that field with his research works and writings. His poems and research articles have been featured in various national and international series and numbers. He believes in poetry which speaks for cure, love and peace. He is a review editor of both Writers Editors Critics (WEC) & International Journal on Multicultural Literature (IJML). Email: parthajitg@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                

Monday, 11 July 2022

K V Dominic's Malayalam Short Story book 'Aaraanu Utharavaadi?'

K V Dominic's maiden collection of short stories 'Aaraanu Utharavaadi' is published by Authors 


 

K V Dominic's Musings on Covid Pandemic and Beyond (Collection of Poems)

 


This is Dr. K. V. Dominic’s 7th poetry collection in English. Out of the 43 poems in this book 9 are on Covid pandemic. The first poem “Coronavirus, Mightiest Wizard of All Times” runs to twenty sections. The themes and topics of the rest of the poems are as various as Nature, environment, animals, plight of farmers, sex workers, slum dwellers, karma, religion, tributes, elegies, social criticism, etc. As Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya states in his foreword to the book, “K. V. Dominic, shut up in Kerala, sings hymns unbidden hiding in the privacy of the glorious light of compassion till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it hidden not. And it appears that the main theme of poetry in this volume is nostalgia or homesickness.” The book is published by Authorspress, New Delhi is 2011.

The book is available though amazon. The link is:

https://www.amazon.in/Musings-Covid-Pandemic-Beyond-Dominic/dp/B092SNCZLN



K V DOMINIC'S MALAYALAM COLLECTION OF POEMS 'EZHUTHOO MAKANE, EZHUTHOO'

 


Ezhuthoo Makane Ezhuthoo is K V Dominic's maiden collection of Malayalam poems, published by Authorspess, New Delhi in 2022. Selected 76 poems from various English poetry books of K V Dominic are translated by Shri. Madhu S. The book is available though Amazon. The link is given below:

https://www.amazon.in/Ezhuthoo-Makane-Selected-Malayalam-Translation/dp/B09N7SYNS1/ref=sr_1_24?crid=1FGHMIGR7PRX5&keywords=kv+dominic%27s+books&qid=1657606127&s=books&sprefix=k+v+dominic+s+books%2Cstripbooks%2C227&sr=1-24