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Translation: Assamese Poetry of Guna Moran

Original: Assamese: Guna Moran - English Translation: Bibekananda Choudhury
Guna Moran

LIKE WATER

Shapeless
Wordless

Flows down
Turns into a river

What would flow like a river
Who is benevolent like water

I don’t have means to buy golden utensil
To store water to quench my thirst

I cut out a bamboo cylinder to keep water and hung it down from the wall
Help myself with a swig fetching it as I get thirsty

Had golden utensil been favourite of water
What had been the plight of a person like me

As I measured shapeless water with a suspicious eye
I could not understand its value

Now only I understand
Why it does not have the shape
Neither the words.
***


RAVANA

One soul
Three incarnations

All three times
Iconoclast
All the three times
Stayed in the hands God

How benevolent Ravana had been
More devoted to God
Than a god believer

Adversity is the best stairway to reach God
Was rightly understood by wise Ravana

Memory is the best offering
It is only possible
To memories every moment
Through adversity
So
Ravana did not turn a believer
***


THE THREE MONKEYS AND ME

One monkey said closing the eyes –
Don’t look at bad things
Another monkey said tying its face –
Don’t say anything bad
The third one said covering the ears –
Don’t listen to bad things

I didn’t listen to the monkeys
In spite of being a human

Did many things
Travelled across places and States
Tasted some so called sins
In the name of experience

At the end the mind turned melancholic
An unknown feeling of guilt chases me around
Now

What did I do
What did I do
I didn’t perform prayers
The tiger of illusion chases

At last I surmised
I was born at a wrong place 
I was born at the wrong time
I was born wrong.
***

Bios
Author: Guna Moran is an Assamese poet & critic. His poems are being translated into Italian and France language and have been published in various national and international magazines, journals, websites, newspapers like The Tuck magazine, Spillword, The Merak magazine, Story Teller, The Poem Hunter, The Sentinal, The Hills Times, Best Poetry and so on.

Translator: Bibekananda Choudhury, an electrical engineer by profession, working with the State Government of Assam, has completed his Masters from BITS-Pilani. He has also earned a diploma in French language from Gauhati University. He has got published works (both original and translated) in Assamese, Bengali & English in popular periodicals and newspapers. His translated poems have been published in 'Indian Literature', the bi-monthly journal of sahitya akademy. 'Suryakatha', the Bengali adaptation done by him is being taught in the undergraduate Courses of Banglore University and Post graduate Courses of Gauhati University. A collection of 101 folk tales from the foothills of Patkai translated by him has been taken up by publication by Gauhati University. He is presently the editor-in-chief of Dimorian Review, a multidisciplinary web journal.

Assamese Poetry: Guna Moran

Original: Assamese: Guna Moran - English Translation: Bibekananda Choudhury
Guna Moran

PANGS OF CHILDBIRTH
I was also a child
When my kid brother was born

As I heard the whimpers of my mother
Prompted by the delivery pain
Enquired with the grandmas gathered there the reason

Rather than answering
They all asked for a gift from me smilingly

At the moment of creation of a poem
I remember fondly that special moment of my mother
When I get swept in an unearthly feeling

In my motionless body
There exists no physical pain
In such a fearless-nonchalant condition
My shadow often asks me

What happened to you?

I stay
Dumb
Helpless
Just a serene smile drops down from my lips
Like the one
Glittering on the face of my mother
Just after my brother was born
***
THE BASIC BOOK
Forecast of weather
On the face of the sky
News of tide
High and low
On the swinging waves of sea

Am I at peace
Are my near and dear one
In pain
Face is the carrier of the concealed answers

Gist of the book
At the preface
Full volume of expression
At the face

The face is not just a face
It is the preface of personality
(one can understand the heart looking at the face)

Life means an assortment of words
Sonorous body means an open book

We are each
A coverless sounding book
Face is our prefaces
Therefore
At the moment of conversation with the guests
We ourselves understand
That was not clearly told
Reading the preface

The face is the original basic book
That can be read and heard
Without learning the alphabet
***


Afforestation Of faith

One may turn faithful by putting on faith
Faith is the basis of faith

Faith is being worshipped over the ages
We put in different names

Faith was the hidden factor behind the worship of the rock
By our grandpa
I the dumb fellow
Do not know the different means of faith

You first believe in yourself
I too first believe in myself
One cannot become entity of faith of someone
Who do not believe in faith in oneself


Bios

Author: Guna Moran is an Assamese poet & critic. His poems are being translated into Italian and France language and have been published in various national and international magazines, journals, websites, newspapers like The Tuck magazine, Spillword, The Merak magazine, Story Teller, The Poem Hunter, The Sentinal, The Hills Times, Best Poetry and so on.

Translator: Bibekananda Choudhury, an electrical engineer by profession, working with the State Government of Assam, has completed his Masters from BITS-Pilani. He has also earned a diploma in French language from Gauhati University. He has got published works (both original and translated) in Assamese, Bengali & English in popular periodicals and newspapers. His translated poems have been published in 'Indian Literature', the bi-monthly journal of sahitya akademy. 'Suryakatha', the Bengali adaptation done by him is being taught in the undergraduate Courses of Banglore University and Post graduate Courses of Gauhati University. A collection of 101 folk tales from the foothills of Patkai translated by him has been taken up by publication by Gauhati University. He is presently the editor-in-chief of Dimorian Review, a multidisciplinary web journal.

Translation: Assamese Poetry of Guna Moran

Original: Assamese: Guna Moran - English Translation: Bibekananda Choudhury
Guna Moran

FLOWING ALONG LIKE THE RIVER

I
Keep treading on
The chosen path
Bearing along
At every step

Sigh of anguish
Comes out
Piercing through the heart

I ask myself
My own question
Make myself listen to
My own replies

Solitary life
Lived alone

Carrying a load of neck deep sorrow
Of flowing along
Like a river
The life flows too
To the sea of finish

Death is the container
Of all the complaint
So life points towards death
 
UNWELL
Original : Assamese : Guna Moran
Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury
Writing on
Creator is finally unhappy

On touching his lifeless hands
Like a dead snake
As I meet him
My hand too turns ice cold

In his pallid eyes like a dead fish
There appears to be a cursed fountain
Flowing down under the sand

The sun too has many sorrows
The lights end up landing on the hell
Like the grieving white paper stung by the pen
(paper bears the stains of the pen)

I cannot make the unhappy happy
I don’t have the capacity
To hand happiness
Borrowing from sorrow

Still at the very opportunity
I prepare a stage for the unhappy
And then I too turn unpopular

It is said that
There is no stage for the unhappy


THE BIRDS

Because they do not have a
permanent home
The birds are always free from the
worries of land and property

They make a nest at the time of hatching
The fledglings fly away as they grow wings
The nests too drop down as it rots

As they do not have a permanent
home to say their own
They cannot be blinded by the
longings for their kins

So they can fly away to reach the horizon
With their partners
At their own will

Therefore  it’s only them
Who can enjoy the pleasure of
Getting drenched in rain
With their partners


Blue

Abode of blue
The beautiful sky
Abode of blue
The salty sea

If blue is sorrow
How much blue did the sky imbue to
turn blue
How much blue does the sea hold to
turn blue

Rivers are happy to leave the burden
Of flowing to sea
The sea is blue holding the happy
rivers in its bosom

My neelkanth parents left for
Heavenly abode leaving me happy
The sky said to be blue as it the
abode of those heavenbound souls

The sky is blue
The sea is blue
And blue am I

I mean anyone
Who can turn neelkanth
imbibing  the blue

N B: Neelkanth : Shiva, the Hindu God, who is said to have got his neck (kanth) singed blue by the power of poison that came out while the sea was  churned with a mountain by the Devas holding at one end and the Asuras at the other.


Bios

Author: Guna Moran is an Assamese poet & critic. His poems are being translated into Italian and France language and have been published in various national and international magazines, journals, websites, newspapers like The Tuck magazine, Spillword, The Merak magazine, Story Teller, The Poem Hunter, The Sentinal, The Hills Times, Best Poetry and so on.

Translator: Bibekananda Choudhury, an electrical engineer by profession, working with the State Government of Assam, has completed his Masters from BITS-Pilani. He has also earned a diploma in French language from Gauhati University. He has got published works (both original and translated) in Assamese, Bengali & English in popular periodicals and newspapers. His translated poems have been published in 'Indian Literature', the bi-monthly journal of sahitya akademy. 'Suryakatha', the Bengali adaptation done by him is being taught in the undergraduate Courses of Banglore University and Post graduate Courses of Gauhati University. A collection of 101 folk tales from the foothills of Patkai translated by him has been taken up by publication by Gauhati University. He is presently the editor-in-chief of Dimorian Review, a multidisciplinary web journal.

Transgressing The Body: Analyzing the Women in Mamoni Rasisom Goswami’s Short Story “The Offspring”

Saloni Walia

Saloni Walia

M.Phil Research Scholar, Delhi University criticallyliterate@gmail.com

Keywords
women, patriarchal, body, casteism, voice, silence

Absract
Originally titled as ’Xanskar’, ‘The Offspring’ is a landmark short story in Assamese Literature. It is authored by Assamese scholar and writer Indira Goswami. She used the pen name Mamoni Raisom Goswami. Her works always created a social alarm crying for attention. Likewise, this particular short story highlights various issues; however, it would be scrutinized from a feminist lens.

There are two principal women characters in the narratives, Damayanti and the other is the wife of the male protagonist Pitambar Mahajan. For the sake of convenience, one would call her simply as the Wife.

To begin with, the Wife is suffering from Rheumatism and has not borne any child to her husband. Mahajan has abandoned her after realizing that she is incurable thereby quashing all his hopes of fatherhood. Thus, in the very beginning of the tale, Goswami sets the society in a patriarchal establishment where fertility is the instrument used to judge a woman. Barren women are seen as inauspicious in many cultures. Throughout the entire story, she does not utter any dialogues. Her presence is a dumb existence where she imbibes what she sees.


On the contrary is her counterpart Damayanti, who is a Jajamani Brahmin widow forced to practice prostitution out of sheer helplessness. Being the bread winner of her family comprising of two daughters, whoring is the only alternative left for her.

The description given to Damayanti is the evidence of a kind of voyeurism in the text. Mahajan and the priest Krishnakanta gaping at her shows how Goswami is offering a critique of the society which cannot but consider women as erotic subjects. The author employs the technique of Male Gaze explained by feminist film critic Laura Mulvey in her essay "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema".

The paper thus intends to read Goswami’s short story with a feminist perspective and see how they occupy the peripherals of the society. Does she offer a counter narrative? These questions will be taken up further.

Research Paper

Originally titled as ’Xanskar’, ‘The Offspring’ is a landmark short story in Assamese Literature. It is authored by Assamese scholar and writer Indira Goswami. She used the pen name Mamoni Raisom Goswami. Her works always created a social alarm crying for attention. Likewise, this particular short story highlights various issues; however, it would be scrutinized from a feminist lens.

There are two principal women characters in the narratives, Damayanti and the other is the wife of the male protagonist Pitambar Mahajan. For the sake of convenience, one would call her simply as the Wife.

To begin with, the Wife is suffering from Rheumatism and has not borne any child to her husband. Mahajan has abandoned her after realizing that she is incurable thereby quashing all his hopes of fatherhood. Thus, in the very beginning of the tale, Goswami sets the society in a patriarchal establishment where fertility is the instrument used to judge a woman. Barren women are seen as inauspicious in many cultures. Throughout the entire story, she does not utter any dialogues. Her presence is a dumb existence where she imbibes what she sees.

On the contrary is her counterpart Damayanti, who is a Jajamani Brahmin widow forced to practice prostitution out of sheer helplessness. Being the bread winner of her family comprising of two daughters, whoring is the only alternative left for her: 

What can I do? I had to live. They even stopped orders for sacred threads and puffed rice. They considered me impure, contaminated! And those tenants! They have turned thieves and don’t give me my share of paddy. They take advantage of my helplessness. In these circumstances, where should I have gone with my two tiny daughters? I have not paid the land revenue. The land, too will be auctioned off! What can I do? (5)

As a reader, one finds these two women come across as foils of each other. They are entangled in a complicated set up. Since Damayanti is a Brahmin woman, therefore she is superior to the Wife in the social hierarchy. By this logic, Damayanti should have been leading a privileged life.

Adverse to this is her dark reality. She is branded as a fallen woman while the Wife is the angel of her house. There are undercurrents of casteism in the whole story, then why does it not affect these two women? This is due to the gender politics at play. The Wife has a living husband (even though he has deserted her) while Damayanti is a widow. This difference between the two is the reason behind their dissimilar fates. The Wife suffers inside the home but her position is socially accepted by the outer world. Nonetheless, Damayanti is ridiculed by all the sections of the society. Thus, it again foregrounds how the Man is made the center of the woman’s universe and how his absence means crumbling of that universe. This shows woman remains vulnerable regardless of the caste she belongs to. They both are co sufferers at the hands of patriarchy. Gender here supersedes caste.

Furthermore, as the narrative progresses, kinships emerge between the two aforesaid women. Damayanti represents the body as illustrated below:

Her rain drenched clothes clung to her body. The color of her skin was like the dazzling foam of boiling sugarcane juice. Though her figure was rather simple, she was immensely attractive. (2)

The description given to Damayanti is the evidence of a kind of voyeurism in the text. Mahajan and the priest Krishnakanta gaping at her shows how Goswami is offering a critique of the society which cannot but consider women as erotic subjects. The author employs the technique of Male Gaze explained by feminist film critic Laura Mulvey in her essay "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema". Here, women play inactive roles. This explains her passivity at various points where she prefers to remain silent.

Countering the imagery of the body is the Wife who symbolizes the mind. She keeps on absorbing what she sees around herself but does not mouth any utterances as mentioned above. She is an invalid and therefore in stark contrast to Damayanti. But her mind is active and one wonders how she feels at the betrayal of her husband. What goes on in her mind remains undisclosed. Thus, Damayanti and the Wife are perceived as two sides of the same coin. One symbolizing the mind where as the other stands for the body. The union of body and mind is the essence of human existence. Together they are part of a united whole.

More connections are forged as the story advances further. Acting as foils to each other, they became victims of dehumanization. It is exemplified from the following quote:

Her (Damayanti) blouse had stretched tight and was pulled up, revealing the white flesh which, to the two men, looked as tempting as the meat dressed and hung up on iron hooks in a butcher’s shop! (2).
  
Even his Wife is described as a “bundle of bones” (2). Another quote on the Wife is as follows:

He could even see her eyes, burning like those of an animal in a dark jungle, as if she were straining with all her might to catch what he was saying to her husband.

(3)
Thus, the women are stripped of any humanity as they are trivialized with such descriptions.
Goswami debunks the attitude of suck a society towards the women folk. 
Furthermore, Silence has been used as a crucial technique in the execution of the story.
 The citation above is a good example. Other instances are demonstrated below:

Damayanti looked back, her eyes opening wide with astonishment. But she did not reply….His wife’s eyes had followed him, expecting her medicine, but now she closed them wearily again. The fire in her eyes was extinguished, only the ashes remained. (4)

Are these silences deliberate? Or is one over thinking? Do they mean anything? As a reader, I found it to be symbolic of womanhood. Women have been long denied voice. History has been unfair to them. For many decades history was what men created or endured, but woman was nowhere to be found. The silence means their perspective remains in darkness and it is high time that it comes under spotlight. Also, this silence can be construed as their tacit resignation to fate, one as a reluctant whore while the other as a neglected disabled woman.

Nonetheless, these silences have also been used to censure the caste system. Damayanti immediately bathes herself after getting intimate with Mahajan. On being questioned by the priest, she remains still: 
‘You never used to take a bath after sleeping with the Brahmin boy. What has happened now?’ Damayanti did not reply. ‘Eh! He is from the lower caste, is that it…?’ Damayanti still remained silent. ‘Ah! This is good news indeed! That man was yearning for a child.’ Damayanti still does not say a word. (6)

Thus, Goswami does not let the women go scot-free either. Damayanti is subjugated as she is a woman. But the author does not let the readers sympathize with her. Damayanti exercises very little power and uses it to her own convenience. Once taking money from Mahajan, she is the least bothered for his child in her womb or the Mahajan himself. She heartlessly goes and buries the unborn child behind her hutment. The episode of the fox digging out the limbs of the foetus points towards the utter inhumanity pervading the narrative and infecting the society as a whole. Everybody is exploiting each other for his own sake. People are busy gnawing at each other’s existence rupturing a hole in the societal fabric.

As the story approaches its culmination, one observes various inversions. Earlier, the story had voyeuristic shades through the male gaze. The men delightfully stared at the other sex. But gradually, the women embrace this role though it is devoid of any sexual innuendo:

His wife was staring at him. He stood still. The wide open eyes were like shining snakes in the dark (7).

The use of eyes evokes a very powerful imagery as it slowly takes over the narrative. Her eyes speak a thousand words as they prick at Mahajan’s existence. The Wife dies after the abovementioned account. Nevertheless, the transition to a female gaze is carried out by Damayanti. They observe the spectacle as mere onlookers:

They opened the window cautiously and looked out. They saw a man digging in the dim light of a lantern hung from a bamboo tree nearby (8).

Moreover, it is now Mahajan who does not speak and acquires newfound muteness as he digs the grave for his unborn child, “Pitambar looked up, but did not reply.” (9). Also, the buried boy child is now dehumanized like the women were before, “But he is just a lump of flesh, blood and mud! Stop it! Stop it!” (9). Thus, all the ideas put forth earlier are reversed. Goswami gives a powerful message through this. Subverting the male by the female is not the answer to the miseries suffered by womankind. Matriarchy will do no good as a substitute to patriarchy. But it is human nature to want power and seek hegemony over the ‘other’. Thus, it is a vicious circle which is difficult to escape. However, Goswami leaves it to the readers to choose.

Moreover, as one looks back, one finds that the writer has provided various breaking points in the storyline. For instance, the description of Damayanti is titillating. At the same time, there is a counter image of the naked bodies of her daughters. Another illustration is when Mahajan ogles at Damayanti and is lost in his fancies when suddenly she speaks, “Have you brought money?”(6). These occurrences show Goswami constantly jolting the reader from his reveries to come back to the reality. The purpose is to urge readers not to get soaked up in the aesthetic pleasure but take action against injustice. Thus, at a broader level, Goswami advocates a social transformation for all.

Bibliography

Goswami, Mamoni Raisom. “The Offspring”, 1999. 1-9. Print
Mulvey, Laura. “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”. Film Theory and Criticism: Introductory Readings. Eds. Leo Braudy and Marshall Cohen. New York: Oxford UP, 1999: 833-44. Web. 19 Apr, 2016

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