Review By Anita Panda
Porridge and I: Growing Up With India
Author: Roopali Sircar Gaur
Publisher: Authors Press
Year of Publication: 2024
Pages: 284
Price: ₹695 on Amazon.in
ISBN: 978-93-6095-696-7
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Authored by academician, poet, educator, and social justice activist
Roopali Sircar Gaur, Porridge and I presents a brilliant, compelling,
and riveting journey through a rapidly evolving post-colonial India at a
critical juncture in its modern history. This captivating and multi-layered
narrative grips readers and, to quote novelist Azam Gill, “gets into your head
and stays there creating magic.”
The opening line, “Miss Doris is English. That is why her skin is so
white”—is immediately gripping. Disarmingly innocent yet cleverly exposing the
racial bias and Indian fetish with ‘gora’ skin, Gaur rips apart racism from the
perspective of childhood observation. The author's vivid language and imagery
reflect her creative genius through a child's eyes, as when the narrator
describes: “Mother is a real fairy princess. Stars shine in her eyes and red
blood-looking jewels hang from her neck.”
Stinging satire and humour are cleverly woven into the narrative
highlighting racism, gender bias, and the submission of Indian women to
patriarchy.
The author delivers sharp criticism through a child's innocent but keen
sarcasm: “Babloo is a boy and therefore, God's special creation. He is a son
after all.” The book boldly challenges gender stereotypes with observations
such as- “A good woman must die before her husband to get a good funeral” and
“What are girls supposed to do? Cook of course and look after babies.”
The book serves as an unapologetic assertion of the author's unique stamp
of feminism and boldness. This is exemplified in scenes such as: “They were not
expecting to see the terrifying sight of Mother...a sickle in her hand—"Don't
you dare step forward,” she had warned.” Education emerges as vital to female
empowerment, with Mother as a constant and strong influence:Anita Panda
“My girls will have real education...only if girls are educated and earning
their own living can dowry be forgotten.” The celebration of feminine power is
evident in references to goddess figures: “Like Athene of the flashing eyes,
Goddess Durga rides the big-faced lion with eyes like big blue lakes...she
pierces the evil heart of Mahishasur.”
The author’s use of vivid imagery and metaphors through changing
landscapes and varied people reflect her creative genius, brilliant perception
and insightfulness through a child's perspective. Food becomes an emotion in
descriptions such as: “The black earthen pot which sits still on the fire, is
full of the most delicious curry...the mouths suck out the curry-filled
intestines and the happy teeth chew the pieces.”
The delightful mix of English, Hindi, and colloquial dialects reflects
India’s diversity, with hilarious twists in pronunciation and spelling— “Phitte
mooh twada” and “Aiyo aiyo, see who's talking”—adding sparkle, flavour and
dynamism to the narrative. The humour keeps readers entertained throughout, as
with the parrot Gangaram who shrieks all day: “pata nahin, pata nahin, pata
nahin. After which it lets out a long shrill whistle. The security guard does
it at night.”
The book presents an engrossing tale of childhood memories through myriad
interactions and interpretations. Gaur doesn’t shy away from difficult topics,
addressing the challenges, lurking dangers and sexual exploitation that can
surface even in a child's protected environment: “Kundanlal Mali...stops me and
puts my hand in between his legs...groans saying “ahhhh bahut accha.”
The narrative pulsates with robust patriotism that gives readers
goosebumps, with staunch assertions of newfound Indian independence: “Women
left chapatis to burn on the fire as they ran to greet the men ready to
die...and never dare to sneak back again into our beautiful country again.” The
assertive tone of a proud and patriotic Indian is evident despite lingering
colonial influences: “The good old days are over. They were only for you ‘goras’,
you white guys...I am an officer in the Indian Army which is no longer the
King’s army...I am free to wear anything. I live in my own country.”
The book ends poetically, almost lyrically, on a beautiful, lingering,
and proud note of Indianness, with the child narrator revealing: “My name? My
name is Parijat, the immortal Indian tree in Heaven which blossoms flowers that
look like stars.” The closing sentiment – “The English with their porridge and
rosy-red cheeks were gone for good. India was now free”—encapsulates the book’s
central theme of independence and identity.
Porridge and I presents a captivating and poignant kaleidoscope of a vibrant new
postcolonial India at a landmark phase in its history, ingeniously captured
through a child's eyes and the author's unique narrative style. The work
remains relevant for all times, offering an emotion and narrative few can
resist. This gripping work is a must-read and has the potential to be a
bestseller. Highly recommended for readers interested in postcolonial
literature, Indian history, gender studies, and coming-of-age narratives. The
book offers valuable insights for academics, students, and general readers
alike.
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Reviewer’s Bio: Anita Panda is a passionate bilingual author-poet, nature lover, spiritualist and an aspiring TEDx speaker. She wrote ‘GENESIS’ in 2021, in honour of her Late soldier brother and debuted with her own book in 2023 ‘SONGS OF MY SOUL’.
She is a prolific writer with her work finding space in various prestigious national and International Anthologies & notable publications- TOI, eShe & Mumbai Mirror. She challenges social stigmas in a still patriarchal India and crusades for women’s empowerment.
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