The Woman and the Doctor

(A poem from Sudirsukta by Vishnu Wagh. Translated by me with help from Preeti Nangal)
 
 
Doctor,
It’s been four months now…
Oh that’s a good news!
God has blessed you
You are pregnant and
You shall be a mother soon
 
But doctor
We don’t even have a house
 
The world is your abode
Claim any corner
Bear the pain
Lighten your womb
And let the funis be buried there
Don’t worry keep calm
You shall be a mother soon
 
Both of us are unemployed
We do menial jobs
He labors in farms
While I do the dishes
Earth pierces our stomachs when we sleep
Pray tell us how would we raise a kid?
 
You fulfilled your desires
And had your share of fun
Why are you worried now
About feeding your son?
Hunger shall be satiated
One way or the other
Son will grow up
And look after the mother
 
Doctor, with rising inflation
It is expensive to even survive
 
Agreed that death is cheaper
But has the world come to an end?
Your significance in this world
Lady you do not understand
 
I do not understand you, doctor
 
Let me explain
The nation needs workers
To do its labor
To operate the machines
We need daily wagers
And nation needs voices
To sing its praise
God gave you a belly
To satisfy the nation’s hunger
He blessed women with motherhood
So you may produce well in number
Your womb is but a factory
That’ll breed workers for nation
Bear this burden and stay mute
For you are going to be a mother soon
 
Doctor
To bear this life even
Is impossible now
Where living itself is undesired
How do I borrow the strength to bear the child?
 
Why do you lose hope?
Darwin said that a man survives
despite adversities
You must concede
For the mother earth is calling you
You give birth to a child
To sons that shall shoulder the earth
Live happily ever after
Keep breeding future workers
The nation will get its workers
Our machines shall run
Our fields will blossom
While your body will be satisfied too
Go lady….
Let your first motherhood
Be happy and prosperous
Let the nation progress
And may you be a mother
Over and over again!

Ghashiram Kotwal never dies

This whole elevation of Amit Shah reminds me of Ghashiram Kotwal all over again. When Modi became PM, I had tweeted that Modi is RSS’ Ghashiram. Now the way Amit Shah has rose to the position, can’t help but to say that Shah is Modi’s Ghashiram. The sheer thought of it is very scary. And the possibilities are endless. All I can do is to revere Vijay Tendulkar for articulating this phenomenon of creating political puppets to serve a larger interest by those in power in his classic play, Ghashiram Kotwal. It’s not about Thakre or Saddam Hussain anymore, we have Nanas and Ghashirams around us even today.

Also read Rana Ayyub’s piece on Amit Shah here

Just returned from a quick roadtrip to NINASAM in Heggodu. Will blog in detail about that later but needless to say it was an amazing trip. Also visited Jog falls while on the way back to Goa. And the good news is that a short film by a friend, Sameer, for which I had written dialogues has been shot and gone for an edit. Feeling accomplished already but this is a humble beginning.