And this felt good.. I had announced rather childishly on my facebook page on being declared the Best Speaker at the Toast Masters Club. I was still reeling under the pleasure of having ventured beyond my comfort zone to find it strangely comforting , when I was suddenly thrown off my balance. As I was trying to get up from my bed the next day, I realized that the world around me and myself were on a dizzying spin. This is interesting , I had thought initially to be on this merry go round , all alone and sans apparatus , sans tickets! Soon, though , I realized the seriousness of the situation when , my head spun too fast and all I could do was to manage to totter unsteadily to the toilet to vomit . I panicked as my subconscious ticked off all the wrong boxes , terrifying prospects of joblessness, pain, humiliation and what not. Then somebody told me , its possible that this has been brought about due to stress . Really! I felt relieved , then I can handle it . I immediately decided upon a routine of meditation and yoga and thankfully , I am not off to a spinning start any more !
Pablo Neruda’s simple yet evocative poem urges us to pause for a moment and introspect upon the consequence of our actions. The poet address mankind at large, exhorting us to count till twelve and to keep still while the count lasts. The poet reminds us that this one action of not doing anything for short duration will u break the barriers of language and geography and unite us in a silence that binds us to a higher purpose. The poet feels that these few moments of silence will save the earth of much damage and will help us to reflect on the impact of our deeds. The fishermen at sea and even those who constantly prepare for wars would for a moment be united in a brotherhood dedicated to a good cause , the betterment of the planet. The poet makes it clear that he is not advocating total inactivity because inactivity is even more dangerous. The poet says half jokingly, he wants no truck with death, he is not asking for total annihilation due to lack of positive action. He laments our lack of purpose , our solidarity to the preservation of the planet. If we do not unite ,we might just continue to expedite our own destruction . According to the poet , it is sad that man kind does not realize the harm its actions cause to its own survival . He hopes that we would learn a few lessons from the nature of earth , that of a seed etc which seem dormant yet is so full of life. The poet , does not insist nor preach , he just gives a suggestion for us to ponder on and moves away from the limelight.
The desire of the modern man for fast paced development has done much harm to the environment . Most of the so called development comes at a huge cost , of that of nature , its other inhabitants and men themselves.
Its time for us to ask ,development at what cost rather than seeking it blindly.
Questions & Answers
1. What will counting up to twelve and keeping quiet help us to achieve?
The act of counting twelve and keeping quiet will help us to reflect upon the repercussions of our actions in the name of the welfare of mankind. Not only that, this short duration of inactivity will save many lives and minimize the adverse impact of human activities on the planet.
2. Do you think the poet advocates total inactivity and death?
No, the poet is not advocating total inactivity. Infact , he cautions that we should not misunderstand his message. He wants mankind to think about the negative impact his actions has upon the earth. He hopes that introspection on our part will help us to minimize rapid pace at which the planet is heading towards destruction or total annihilation.
3. What is the sadness that the poet is referring to in the poem?
The poet says that it is indeed sad that mankind does not realize the simple fact that by destroying nature , he is destroying himself. As a people , we are single minded in our resolve to progress to move on . The poet wants us to be single minded in our resolve to save earth as well.
As unusual as the title sounds, Benyamin’s Aadu Jeevitham translated as Goat Days is definitely a must read. Considering that it is his first novel, the writer shows a great deal of maturity in the choice of theme and the way he has tackled it. Through his sensitive and poignant portrayal of the trials and tribulations of Najeeb, a gulf employee , the writer draws our attention to the dark underbelly of the much eulogized life of a gulf malayali. The riveting flow of the narrative and the twists and turns in the story ensure that the reader has to finish reading the book at one go.
Najeeb migrates to Gulf like many other of his compatriots in search of a better life.His dreams are razed to dust when he falls into the hands of a Arab goat farmer who exploits him in the most despicable manner.Yet the fact is that Najeeb does not nurture any ill will against his employer and nothing seems to shake his belief in god , who he thanks at every turn . The portrayal of Najeeb as a man caught in the web of time and fate unable to shake himself free, gnaws at the heart of the reader. In fact what comes through is the author himself, his sensitive and understanding stance of life.
Benyamin whose real name is Benjamin Daniel is a revelation. A writer who revels in the usage of the most simple form of language devoid of pomposity of any kind , yet so successful is a rare phenomenon. To those keralites who dream of the riches of the deserts of the gulf , this story is an eye opener. The writer himself has had his share of grief and pain in life and perhaps this has made his view of the world more humane.
What can one take away from this book? Well! Najeeb’s unflinching faith in god is inspiring, so is the fellowship and care each affected show to the other. The kindness of the hotelier , who saves Najeeb and has saved many like him before stands out too.
Aadu Jeevitham , is a book like no other . It will occupy a special space in Malayalam literature . The debut raises much interest and curiosity in the writing of Benyamin and one realizes that here is a work not tied down by barriers of language , region , religion or time. Benyamin is a writer who deserves a global audience.
Adrienne Rich is an influential American poet who wrote boldly about issues concerning women, war etc. The poem , Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers speaks about the suppression a woman feels in marriage.
Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jennifer makes beautiful woollen tapestry showing tigers prancing against a beautiful green background. The poet admires the beauty of the animals who don’t fear the men standing beneath the tree. The poet admires their ‘chivalric certainity’ , their courage in the face of obvious terror. The fact that the tigers are lifeless makes them bold and chivalrous . The sight of men who could take their lives do not frighten them , instead these topaz denizens roam about fearlessly in the green world created by Aunt Jennifer. Here the poet contrasts the timid and meek nature of Aunt Jennifer to the proud ferocity of her creations , the tigers. The contrast of the bright yellow against green creates a beautiful image as well.
Chivalric certainity – figure of speech is alliteration i .e .repetition of the same consonant sound in two consecutive words.
denizens means inhabitants or those who live there.
Bright topaz refers to the bright yellow stripes on the tigers body. Topaz is natural mineral which is of reddish yellow colour.
Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer’s hand.
The swiftness of the movement of the fingers of Aunt Jennifer eagerly creating such a beautiful scene is affected by the heavy weight of the burdens and bindings imposed upon her by the wedding band ,which sits heavily on her fingers. Here the poet draws a contrast between the fanciful and courageous depictions in Aunt Jennifer’s art and the her own timid and meek nature. However high her art and imagination soars , she is pulled down to the harsh realities of life by the massive weight of the wedding ring she wears. In fact, she finds it a struggle to move the ivory needle used to spin the beautiful pictures . But it is commendable that the lady overcame her innate shyness and lack of courage to present her vision of life in the tapestry. The obvious contradiction between the lady in real life and the fanciful and ferocious nature shown in her creation is brought out beautifully by the poet.
Massive weight suggests a very unhappy marriage , one which restricts joy and freedom to Aunt Jennifer.
Fingers fluttering – figure of speech is alliteration i .e .repetition of the same consonant sound in two consecutive words.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go prancing, proud and unafraid.
her terrified hands- here a part of the body has been used to represent the person and the figure of speech is synecdoche.
Here’s another example from Ozymandias by P.B. Shelley ,. The phrase ‘the hand’ in the third line refers to the sculptor.
“Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them.”
The poet says that even death cannot free Aunt Jennifer of the ordeals of her unhappy marriage. Her fingers which seemed to have a courage and freedom which she herself never had will remain submissive and terrified even in her death. The word ‘ring’ signifies the wedding ring which instead being a symbol of love and care had become a symbol of oppression and unhappiness in her life. It could also signify the fact that her life was led not according to her will , but as per the overpowering wishes of her husband , who sort of created a wall , a prison or a ring ,circling her , thus terrifying and intimidating her. Unlike Aunt Jennifer , the lady who never breathed free , the tigers which she created are never intimidated or frightened, they have no fear of any kind. The poet draws our attention to the fact that the ordeals of her married life did not stop Aunt Jennifer from creating such proud , aggressive , fearless creatures in the panel.
1. Why are Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering in the second stanza? Why is she finding it difficult to pull the needle?
Aunt Jennifer is a woman of meek and submissive nature who has a fierce and bold imagination which she uses to create proud ferocious creatures in her tapestry. She gives vent to her feelings and her desire for a free world by creating a beautiful scene of proud tigers prancing in green forest. Her fingers are fluttering as creating such tapestry is an enjoyable act for her . However, she does find it difficult to pull the needle as the harsh realities of her unhappy marriage weigh her down.
2.What is suggested by the image of ‘ massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band’?
The image created is that of a over bearing husband who has curtailed the freedom of his wife. Instead of being a symbol of love and care , the wedding band is symbolic of oppression and unhappiness in Aunt Jennifer’s case. It is noteworthy that the poet spells uncle with a capital ‘U’ perhaps hinting at his authoritative and rude ways.
3. What are the ordeals Aunt Jennifer is surrounded by , why is it significant that the poet uses the word’ ringed’?
The poem is a reflection upon the ordeals Aunt Jennifer faced due to her unhappy marriage. The use of phrases like ‘massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band’ hints at the oppression she faced in marriage. In fact , she is so terrified that it is not easy for her to let herself free even in her art. Aunt Jennifer finds it difficult to pull the needle to create the tapestry , however what she creates is a scene of ferocious tigers prancing about a green back ground . Her artistic creations give us an indication of what her aspirations and ambitions are and her thirst for freedom and assertiveness .
The word ‘ringed’ is indicative of the bindings and restrictions imposed upon Aunt Jennifer by her husband. The ring is also symbolic of the bonding of marriage.
4. Why do you think Aunt Jennifer created animals that are so different from her own character? What might the poet be suggesting, through this difference?
If art is an expression of the ambitions and aspirations of the artist, then its clear that ,Aunt Jennifer aspired to have a free and independent life. The proud , fearless tigers she created are an extension of her desire to be like them in reality. However, she was so tied down in marriage that not even death could have released her of fear and sadness. The poet suggests that as a woman , Aunt Jennifer yearned for a fearless and assertive personality and a marriage wherein she had equal voice.
a piece of the firmament
a hope , a nourishment
a wish, an adornment
a dream , a parchment
a deal, an agreement
of a life after life
a piece of his blue bright sky shed light
in to the wintry darkness of her soul.
The notion of a learner centered classroom is alien to most of the teachers who still harbor the belief that the learner is ignorant , an empty vessel to be filled with the divine gift of knowledge which the teacher alone possesses. In these technology driven times , it is important to realize that no student an ignoramus. In fact he is well aware of ideas and concepts beyond the reach of the text books and the prescribed syllabus, thanks to technology and often, supportive parents .The teacher, however , has the advantage of experience which can give the information readily available a colour and tone that comes with years of observation and experimentation.The teacher has to leverage this aspect in the most amicable manner . A pleasant and understanding teacher who is learned but willing to listen to his pupils is delight to be with for any student.
A learner -centered classroom revolves around the needs and abilities of the learner. It not only debunks the notion that the learner is ignorant but actively seeks to encourage the interaction and participation of the learner in the process of learning. It poses greater challenges to the faculties of the teacher in terms of constant innovation and creative thinking. Activities, though time bound have to enable the learners to experiment and learn for themselves. Here, the teacher considers the learner to have equal stake in the process of learning. The teacher willingly goes beyond the text book , designs activities which are individual , pair or group based , encourages the student without reservations and is honest enough to accept her lack of expertise in case , such a situation arises. Co-operative learning is the norm of the day and it works in the best interests of both the parties, the learner and the teacher , benefiting the school and society at large in the long run.
So, does a learner centered classroom undermine the role of a teacher ? The answer to the question is a resounding , no . Not only that, it actually benefits the teacher by keeping the learner in her alive and thirsting for more knowledge. After all , she has to get back to a bunch of enthusiastic young learners ,who will keep her on her toes!!!
Stephen Spender was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. His poems give voice to the concerns and the exploitation of the poorer sections in the society.
Here are a few lines from the poem School Boy by Stephen Spender. Note the picture of dismal unhappy childhood that the poet recreates in these lines.
I am glad I met you on the edge
Of your barbarous childhood
In what purity of pleasure
You danced alone like a peasant
For the stamping joy’s own sake!
How, set in their sandy sockets,
Your clear, truthful, transparent eyes
Shone out of the black frozen landscape
Of those gray-clothed schoolboys!
How your shy hand offered
The total generosity
Of original unforewarned fearful trust,
In a world grown old in iron hatred!
I am glad to set down
The first and ultimate you,
Your inescapable soul. Although
It fade like a fading smile
Or light falling from faces
Which some grimmer preoccupation replaces.
Now let’s come to An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum which echoes similar thoughts . The poet’s sympathies lie with the impoverished children of the slum who are taught Shakespeare and shown maps when they have a bleak present and a dark future awaiting them.
The children in the classroom are unique individuals but a common thread of poverty and unhappy childhood binds them to a dark life. The phrase , rootless weeds , suggests that they are unwanted like the weeds, living on the fringes of the society. The tall girl , the paper thin boy, the dreamer are all suffering from one malaise or the other. One of the students has inherited his father’s disease which has disfigured him . The only person who seem to retain his cheerfulness is the one who lives in dreams , unaware of the harsh realities that surround him.
The walls of the school have been painted with the money received in donation hence the sour cream colour of the walls. The poet emphasizes that there is no point in teaching students the high ideals of Shakespearean literature when they are unable to lead a decent life. The maps on the wall indicate a free world where one can find his way but the reality is so different ,so grim , that the poet calls Shakespeare wicked and map a bad example.
According to the poet the maps, studies of Shakespeare or great civilizations of the past hold no significance to the students as their future is dark and their windows look out to a hazy , fog-filled life that shows no change for the better. Their narrow world has a dark , lead sky which is filled with hopelessness. Though they might be tempted to steal to better lives, this is almost impossible as the fog that darkens their day will only turn into endless nights.
The poet sarcastically asks the authorities to not show the poor children , dreams which cannot be full filled and asks them to blot it all . He says ‘so blot their maps with slums as big as doom’.
In the last stanza the poet says this can change only if the visitors, the governor, the inspector became truly involved and concerned about the welfare of these poor children . If only they did something that was genuine and meaningful unlike the usual lip-service would their lives be brightened . And they would be free spirits running azure (blue ) on sands of gold , exploring the possibilities of great learning and a better future.
Questions and answers
1. What do you think is the colour of ‘sour cream’? Why do you think the poet has used this expression to describe the classroom walls?
The poet , Stephen Spender relates to the suffering of the poor children in a school in a slum . The schools walls are painted with the money received as donation, probably , given without any true intention of improving the lives of students who study there. Hence the poet calls the walls to be painted in sour cream .’ Sour’ suggests unpleasantness and lack of will.
2. The walls of the classroom are decorated with the pictures of ‘Shakespeare’, ‘buildings with domes’, ‘world maps’ and beautiful valleys. How do these contrast with the world of these children?
The children live in a state of perpetual poverty and undernourishment . Their very appearance suggests the extent of their suffering and impoverishment. The pictures adorning the walls of the classroom have nothing to do with the reality of the lives of the children . Hence the poet calls Shakespeare wicked and map a bad example in the poem.
3. What does the poet want for the children of the slums? How can their lives be made to change ?
The poet wants the politicians , law makers, the general public etc to take genuine interest in the welfare of the children . He urges them to sincerely work for the betterment of the students’ lives before attempting to teach them grandiose notions of literature and history.
Kamala Das was born into a illustrious family of writers and thinkers on 31st March , 1934. Her mother, Nalappat Balamani Amma was a noted poet of Malayalam Literature . She wrote under the name Madhavikutty initially and later as Kamala Surayya . A strong and powerful voice of Indian Literature , Kamala Das comes across as a sensitive and keen student of human frivolities and manners.
Here’s a beautiful poem by her in which her defiance to comply to the norms of societal expectations , to bury her identity and be one among others, to fit in ,clearly comes through.
I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
I am Indian, very brown, born in Malabar,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one.
Don’t write in English, they said, English is
Not your mother-tongue. Why not leave
Me alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,
Every one of you? Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
It is half English, half Indian, funny perhaps, but it is honest,
It is as human as I am human, don’t
You see? It voices my joys, my longings, my
Hopes, and it is useful to me as cawing
Is to crows or roaring to the lions, it
Is human speech, the speech of the mind that is
Here and not there, a mind that sees and hears and
Is aware. Not the deaf, blind speech
Of trees in storm or of monsoon clouds or of rain or the
Incoherent mutterings of the blazing
Funeral pyre. I was child, and later they
Told me I grew, for I became tall, my limbs
Swelled and one or two places sprouted hair.
When I asked for love, not knowing what else to ask
For, he drew a youth of sixteen into the
Bedroom and closed the door, He did not beat me
But my sad woman-body felt so beaten.
The weight of my breasts and womb crushed me.
I shrank Pitifully.
Then … I wore a shirt and my
Brother’s trousers, cut my hair short and ignored
My womanliness. Dress in sarees, be girl
Be wife, they said. Be embroiderer, be cook,
Be a quarreller with servants. Fit in. Oh,
Belong, cried the categorizers. Don’t sit
On walls or peep in through our lace-draped windows.
Be Amy, or be Kamala. Or, better
Still, be Madhavikutty. It is time to
Choose a name, a role. Don’t play pretending games.
Don’t play at schizophrenia or be a
Nympho. Don’t cry embarrassingly loud when
Jilted in love … I met a man, loved him. Call
Him not by any name, he is every man
Who wants a woman, just as I am every
Woman who seeks love. In him . . . the hungry haste
Of rivers, in me . . . the oceans’ tireless
Waiting. Who are you, I ask each and everyone,
The answer is, it is I. Anywhere and,
Everywhere, I see the one who calls himself I
In this world, he is tightly packed like the
Sword in its sheath. It is I who drink lonely
Drinks at twelve, midnight, in hotels of strange towns,
It is I who laugh, it is I who make love
And then, feel shame, it is I who lie dying
With a rattle in my throat. I am sinner,
I am saint. I am the beloved and the
Betrayed. I have no joys that are not yours, no
Aches which are not yours. I too call myself I.
Now , let’s come to My Mother at 66, which is rather simple and straightforward , an expression of a daughter’s pangs of guilt as she leaves her aged mother to get back to her busy life. She traumatized by the fear of losing her mother to death , which is hovering around but has commitments , duties or responsibilities which compel her to go back to her city, her place , her home leaving her. The daughter prefers to look out at the brighter side of life as they , she and her mother , tired, aged drive to the airport. While parting , all that the daughter does is to smile a forced , artificial smile , in an effort to hide her true fears and insecurities and perhaps put a brave face in front of her mother. The poem is one long winding sentence perhaps referring to the long trail of thought striking the poet.
My Mother at 66 by Kamala Das
Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin last Friday morning,
I saw my mother, beside me, doze, open mouthed,
her face ashen like that of a corpse
and realized with pain
that she was as old as she looked
but soon put that thought away,
and looked out at Young Trees sprinting,
the merry children spilling out of their homes,
but after the airport’s security check,
standing a few yards away,
I looked again at her, wan,
pale as a late winter’s moon and felt that old familiar ache,
my childhood’s fear,
but all I said was,
see you soon, Amma,
all I did was smile and smile and smile……
Questions & answers
1. What is the kind of pain and ache that the poet feels?
The poet feels the pain of leaving her old mother alone in Cochin while she hurries back to her city to resume her busy life . She fears that she may not be able to see her mother alive when she comes again. It’s interesting that neither the poet nor her mother state the obvious . The poem is a reflection upon the loneliness in the lives of the elderly in today’s world.
2. Why are the young trees described as ‘sprinting’?
The sprinting young trees could refer to the sight of trees sprinting backwards as the vehicle moves ahead. It could also refer to the fact that youngsters leave their homes for good leaving behind the aged parents to fend for themselves.
3. Why has the poet brought in the image of the merry children ‘spilling out of their homes’?
While driving to the airport, the poet diverts her attention from her fear of losing her mother to death and looks out of the window. The children spilling out of their homes is a beautiful sight to behold , though in a more realistic sense it refers to the universal truth that youngsters will leave their nests to establish their homes, their lives once they grow up.
4. Why has the mother been compared to the ‘late winter’s moon’?
The poet’s mother is in the sunset of her life . She is compared to late winter’s moon because she is fast approaching her death .
5. What do the parting words of the poet and her smile signify?
The parting words do not speak the whole truth. The poet is terrified at having to face the reality of her mother’s death .She says is ‘see you soon, amma’ , though she is not sure whether she will be able to see her mom alive again. The smile that the poet puts on is a vain attempt to hide her fears . She did not alarm her mother so, simply puts on a brave face and sports a smile.
Note : The phrase ‘she was as old as she looked’, is a significant one. The poet means that there’s no hiding the truth, which is evident to both the mother and the daughter. However, both choose to ignore it and paint a happy picture.
Use of figures of speech :
her face ashen like that of a corpse – the mother’s face is compared to that of a corpse , pale and weak in appearance
I looked again at her, wan,
pale as a late winter’s moon- the poet’s mother is compared to late winter’s moon symbolizing that she is at the threshold of death, end of her life.
Note: The poem is a reflection of the loneliness of the elderly in today’s fast paced life. The compulsions of the hectic modern life leave the elderly to fend for themselves. The mushrooming of old age homes across the country are a testimony to this fact. The crumbling social values, rising aspirations, pressures of work, social life, the advent of technology have all played their roles in creating this ever widening gap between the generations.
Its what a school is all about the training to follow the dotted line..Its about just being like others . Not any different . The similar dress, haircut, similar thinking , presentation everything. Its for the teacher to trim the frills, soften the sharp edges, even if it means making the learners a little more duller, automatons who churn out notebooks with red lines, projects which are presentable . Its all about uniformity, notebooks with a long authoritative tick. Its about fitting in and never standing out . Its about writing just what is needed not more , not less, in the ordinary language lest examiners penalize verbosity, pedantry ..in general showing off. Its about what you can do in that limited space and forge ahead..make a difference ..after all the differences have been ironed out. That’s what a school is all about ..creating photocopies , those who think alike and work alike and do what is told.
Once in a while there comes a someone who refuses to walk the dotted line and there’s hue and cry..humiliations in PTA meetings, expressions of anger , helplessness.. and then as if out of the blue ..the unpredictability of life .. life that never follows the dotted line..just when life has fit into a pattern,…the fickleness of it all is exposed ..yet the dotted line beckons..
A spirited youth left for the heavenly abode yesterday…Akshay RIP
Its the knowledge of not knowing
that keeps me going….