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“Bodily Struggles and Societal Silences: Examining Marginalized Women in Kamala Das’ Short Stories”

Vaishali Suyal
Vaishali Suyal and Nilofar Akhtar


Abstract

Kamala Das, being one of the pioneers in Indian feminist writings, has advocated for women’s identity and rights. Her works, especially short stories, offer a powerful medium to examine women’s issues concerning personal autonomy and patriarchal expectations. Her short stories are poignant narratives elevating grave issues of human trafficking, prostitution, sexual assault, betrayal and adultery.

The paper is an attempt to highlight the body struggles faced by women and the associated marginalization. It also investigates the absence of choices and agency for these women, often arising due to societal silences.

Keywords: Kamala Das, Short Stories, Marginalized Women, Husband-wife, Prostitute. 

Introduction

Kamala Das Surayya
The Indian authors have time and again taken the initiative to bring in societal issues pertaining to women to give impetus to the discourses referring to women’s bodies. The context of Das’ short stories had been in connection to the society that never allows freedom to women but has a prominent role in unacknowledging their presence. Accordingly, the plot of her short stories takes into account the underlying perspectives of women from different age groups. Her ideology further expands through her characters to mark the suppression of voices and the unavailability of protective factors.

Kamala Das, also known as Madhavikutty, was born in a conservative Hindu (Nair) family on March 31, 1934, in Punnayurkulam, Thrissur district, Kerala. Hailing from a well-known family, she was the daughter of a celebrated poet, Nalapat Balamani Amma, and V.M. Nair, an automobile company executive. Her childhood traversed between Kerala and Calcutta, where her father worked. She was just 15 years old when she was wed to Madhava Das, a banking executive. Although the marital alliance wasn’t a fruitful one. She writes in My Story:

“My cousin asked me why I was cold and frigid. I did not know what sexual desire meant, not having experienced it even once. ‘Don’t’ you feel any passion for me?’ he asked me. ‘I don’t know,’ I said simply and honestly. It was a disappointing week for him and for me. I had expected him to take me in his arms and stroke my face, my hair, my hands, and whisper loving words. I had expected him to be all that I wanted my father to be, and my mother. I wanted conversation, companionship and warmth. Sex was far from my thoughts. I had hoped that he would remove with one sweep of his benign arms the loneliness of my life…” (80).

The short stories of Das— “The Princess of Avanti”, “Padmavati the Harlot”, “A Doll for the Child Prostitute”, “The Young Man with a Pitted Face”, and “A Little Kitten”, analyzed in the paper—paint the canvas of the repressive social structures and their functioning. These short stories collectively frame her anthology Padmavati the Harlot & Other Stories, first published in 1994. Jai Shankar Tiwari states Das discusses Indian womanhood through the network of her short stories by deftly utilizing the confessional mode (38). The characters of Das celebrate womanhood, question self-identity, and demand a personal space for themselves. Thus, Das becomes the flag bearer for these destitute women through her bold yet empathetic writings.

The oppressive patriarchal norms rooted in the society affect and control the women all across in their own way. The women in these stories struggle not only with their bodies but also have a tough time handling the silenced approach of the society. “The Princess of Avanti” isn’t the story of a princess or her magnificent palace but of an old woman who identifies herself as the ‘Princess of Avanti’. The woman is a nameless character who is greeted by three imposter men, and as the story moves further, they exploit her sexually to the extent that she dies.

Throughout her life, the old woman attended to the needs of her family. She only desired love and attention from her daughter-in-law, but all she did was pack her lunch and send her to the park. The false sense of dignity and abandonment takes hold of the old woman as she completely trusts three unknown men. She interacts with them for the first time “‘Have I met you before?’ the old woman asked. ‘No, we are new here,’ said the man. ‘This young man is the king of Vangarajya. The other is the king of Kerala. I am the ruler of Kalinga.” (11).

With growing age, the old woman is not able to come in terms with the reality but she finds an escape through it by acknowledging herself as ‘Princess of Avanti’. The young men who were befitting to be her sons appear before her as husbands. They dupe her into believing that they have travelled all the way just to attend her wedding “We want you to select one of us as your husband.” (11).

The men were sane enough to prevent the heinous task of ripping off a woman’s dignity, though the old lady suffered from an identity crisis; keeping this in mind, the men hatched a plan. Under the pretext of celebrating her wedding, they asked her “‘This evening you must not go home. Remain hidden behind a bush. After the park is locked we shall climb over the wall and come to you. We can celebrate your wedding quietly inside this beautiful park.’” (11).

The bout of madness took over the woman as soon as she heard of getting married. The men knew what they were about to do was ethically incorrect; however, they were endowed with animal instincts. They discussed the future implications of their callous actions “‘Suppose she cries?’ asked the tall one. ‘I can prevent that,’ said the second. ‘She desires you,’ said the third.” (11).

With the fall of dusk, the young men reunite again to plunder the soul and purity of the old woman. Unaware of the things happening, she informed them about her not being the princess and her disinterestedness in getting married. Still, nothing stopped the perverts from forcing themselves on the old woman. In a vulnerable tone she requested them not to hurt her further but her loud shrieks of pain made no impact on them “‘Oh, you hurt me terribly,’ the woman cried out. ‘I cannot bear this pain. Do not bite me to death.’ She struggled to free herself from their grip.” (12).

The old woman was sidelined by her family when she expected their love and support the most, but to them she had no feasibility. The self-assumed identity of Princess Avanti shows that she craved importance and dignity, which everyone around her failed to give. 

Padmavati, the middle-aged prostitute, is the eponymous character in “Padmavati the Harlot”. Standing at the brink of her life, she realized that she devoted thirty-three years to looking after her family. Firstly, she tended to the paralyzed mother for seven years, and after her death, she met the expenses of her brothers’ education and her sister’s marriage. It all came as a bundle of responsibility for Padmavati. The brothers got good jobs in other cities and never bothered to remember her. Sister, after settling well in her married life, never stayed in touch with her. 

She never complained to anyone about anything in her life for she believed “Who can blame them? Who will want to consort with a woman like me?” (17). The profession of selling her body to strangers landed her in the world of loneliness, although everything she did was for the sake of her own family. But no one really bothered for her as a woman, and she felt lovelorn throughout her life. Love and acknowledgement from loved ones and respect from society were her only expectations, yet all she got was contempt and hatred. The world failed to understand her efforts, and she finally submitted herself to the Lord:

“She felt the warmth of His body against her own. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. At dawn, she left the precincts of the shrine and walked down the steps with her hair dishevelled and her blouse torn in places. She blushed like a bride when the young men at the foot of the hill came near her and looked at her face. There were bruises on her cheeks and on her white throat. Her lips were swollen and blue. There was fatigue in her eyes. She hid her face behind her long hair and walked fast. The young men let her pass, bowing before her and murmuring, Mother, go in safety, give us your blessings and go your way…” (19).

Rukmani was very young when she was left to the care of her mother and stepfather. Childhood is the most delicate phase of a child; unfortunately, this phase of Rukmani turns out to be the scariest nightmare in “A Doll for the Child Prostitute”. Abandoned by her father, she is raped by her stepfather and further exploited by the Inspector sahib “‘Come to me, my moppet,’ he pleaded, his voice thickening with lust.” (86).

The condition worsens when Rukmani is sold by her mother at a brothel that is owned by Lachmi Bai, aka Ayee. Prior to her marriage, Anasuya, the mother of Rukmani, was also one of the residents of the brothel. She holds an extramarital affair with a man younger than her age and this illicit relationship with the younger man becomes the cause of her daughter’s molestation “‘You ought not to have sent away the good man I married you off to, Anasuya,’ said Ayee. ‘He was a steady fellow and he never drank. But you lusted for a younger one. Are you satisfied now?’” (59).

Frequent molestation, harassment, and rape attempts on Rukmani compel Anasuya to sell her daughter in a brothel, though the primary reason is the newborn baby of Anasuya. Due to her poor financial condition, Anasuya is not able to raise the child properly “Anasuya rolled the dirty currency notes in a paper and tucked the roll into her waist. ‘I would not have taken any money from you, Ayee,’ she said, a sob rising in her throat, ‘but we are practically starving at home. The baby is given nothing but tea and maybe a banana at noon.’” (59).

Sita, Mira, and Saraswati are the other inmates who accompany Rukmani in the brothel. Rukmani, as a child, was helpless to decide her future; her only desire was to get love from her family. It is clearly reflected in the story when she embraces the Inspector Sahib, addressing him as Papa. She feels the warmth and affection in his presence that she fails to get otherwise “Then Rukmani for the first time after her friend’s death, broke down. She rushed towards the man and hid her sobbing face in the bushy growth of hair on his deep chest. ‘Papa, Papa,’ she called out, sobbing, while the man, stupefied beyond words, kept stroking her curly hair. ‘Oh papa, take me away from here,’ she said, ‘Otherwise I too will die…’” (86).

Sita was the go-to person who made Rukmani happy; however, Sita’s untimely death left her soul shattered. Cholera devoured Sita’s family long ago, leading her to be sold at the brothel by one of the villagers. The frequent exploitation by the visitors leaves her pregnant, although she hoped for a natural life away from the world of fleshmongers, desiring freedom “Leaning against the bars of the porch, Sita said to her friend: ‘Look at the sky this afternoon, it is like a whitewashed wall. Once upon a time I lived in a house with white walls. Every year during Diwali, my father whitewashed our walls with lime and powdered sand.’” (70).

Mira, just like Rukmani, longs for a dignified life and love. She falls in love with a college student whom she addresses as Krishna. Although the poor fellow has no money, he sells his pen to meet her. Then one fine day they get married to each other and elope. When they are caught, the boy is beaten brutally. Later, Mira is abandoned by the boy. The affair is short-lived, as the story, which blossomed with love, ended on the verge of lust being fulfilled. Vinothkumar and Daniel note Das’ opinion on love and lust in the system of marriage:

“Kamala Das has admitted that there is ‘lot of love’ in her poems. She wrote, Love is beautiful, whatever four-lettered name the puritans call it by. It is the foretaste of paradise. It is the only pastime that involves the soul. She is not a poet of free love. On the contrary, she upholds the sanctity of domestic love and marital relationship. But she is disheartened when marital love degenerates into lust, when marital relationship turns into one of domination by the male over the female. Her poems are fierce expression of the emotionalism caused by frustration when love turns into its opposite solely because of male insensitivity and self-centredness.” (14).

Inspector Sahib and Lachmi Bai were instrumental in the oppression of Rukmani and Sita. The protector of the law had become the predator, even though he should have been concerned about the safety of all the women in the brothel. But instead, he was searching for young girls to satisfy his own thirst. Mira's abandonment by her lover after marriage signifies that a prostitute is never meant for marriage, which is asserted by the Inspector “‘Why would a decent boy marry a prostitute?” (78).

“The Young Man with a Pitted Face” is the story of a dying woman, a young man, and their one-month-old relationship. He was the most charming man she had ever come across. The woman lay in the hospital battling with all sorts of diseases, though her deteriorating health scared her at times:

“She had during the past fortnight two major operations and the cardiac condition which had worried her doctor, had remained. Her womb, that had lain fallow, had grown fibroids just as a desert may grow cacti and carnivorous plants. Her liver had adhesions. Her intestines, not to be outdone, had developed tuberculosis. All this and the weak heart had in those recent months drained her of whatever beauty she had left. The chloroquine that was administered regularly made her colour as dark as quinine.” (26).

The man used to visit her in the hospital after the evening visitors’ departure. She knew she wouldn’t be able to live long so she thought “If she survived she would return to the narrow confines of her brown body and the little flat with the blue brocade curtains and her favourite bronzes but if she slipped out of the surgeon’s hands silently, beautifully, she would be free; she would have the universe with its celestial furnishings as her home.” (26-27). Vinothkumar and Daniel comment with regard to the poems of Das that it not only centralizes on love and lust but it also covers the other aspects of human life, i.e., death, decay and illness. Lust is the parameter which affects woman and man, creating resentment in the former and brutality in the latter, ultimately destructing the inner spirit (15).

The young man was the only blessing in the woman’s life. His presence made her feel so comfortable that she fell in love with him. Although the man wasn’t sure about his feelings, as he was a married man. Moreover, what could he get from an ailing and diseased woman? He never showed that he loved her but was simply concerned, or maybe not. The dialogue delivered by Dev Mathur in Jalebi movie released under Vishesh films is apt to describe the situation of sick woman “Unse mohabbat kamaal ki hoti hai, jinka milna mukaddar mein hi nahi hota” (“That love is out of the world…Those who are never supposed to be together”; my trans.; 0:07-16).

The only things desired by the woman were love and attention, and the promise on behalf of the young man to meet was the only hope keeping her alive, albeit he had no time to spare for her. With all the illness and ugliness followed with the procedures and treatment, she wanted to feel beautiful and to be loved so she never failed to adorn herself as a woman “And yet, being a woman, nothing but a woman, she rubbed lipstick on her blue lips and washed her hair every day to leave it smelling sweet.” (26).

The man never turned up to her; though lying on her deathbed, she only hoped to see him once. He should have known his limits before approaching the woman and coaxing her with false hopes. She hadn’t envisioned life without him even after death, as she imagines “She would be in the wind, in the sea, in the rain, in the sand on the beach where the young man walked with his wife. And at night, the young man would tell his wife the winds are cold and sharp today, close the window, and without knowing that she was at the window the wife would shut it and lie against his body.” (27).  

The man’s response was everything that she should have understood long ago; however, she was too na├пve to interpret it. He meant what he said to her, as not even pity moved him an inch towards her. He started ignoring her under the pretext of being busy instead of conveying it was only sympathy rather than love. The man was a shallow person who visited her aimlessly in the hospital despite having a wife. When she questioned him, he replied in vagueness “If he could love her, her eyes full and her mouth pale, he would look down at his shoes and say, you know what you mean to me.” (27). She died without acknowledging that he never wanted to continue with the relationship.

“A Little Kitten” is the tale of a happily married couple living in a small flat at Dadar. The husband is a working man, and the wife is a homemaker. Staying at home made the wife feel miserable and lonely in his absence. She demands a little kitten, but her demands are overlooked. It seems as if the husband is only concerned with his satisfaction and happiness “And, he threw back his head and laughed. What a sweet and innocent creature he had married! He tickled her until she rolled over on their double bed and screamed out for mercy. You are killing me, please stop, PLEASE STOP. Then, he began to lick her toes, mumbling, you see, I am your kitten, I am your little kitten.” (31).

The essence of the relationship soon faded and paved the way for frequent quarrels. The husband’s involvement with his secretary, Miss Nadkar, added further spice to it. The unanswered questions and the unspoken silences drove the woman crazy. It started affecting their relationship badly as Miss Nadkar became an indispensable part of it. The intricacies of the husband-wife relationship are expressed in the poem “The Testing of the Sirens”:

“I am happy. He really was lavish with words.
I am happy, just being with you.
But you . . . you love another,
I know, he said, perhaps a handsome man,
a young and handsome man.”

The wife only longed for affection and extra time from her husband, albeit Miss Nadkar was showered with all the attention by the boss morally, which was the wife’s right. Not only this, he even started comparing Miss Nadkar with his wife “He gave for the first time a birthday gift to his secretary because he had begun to compare her with his petulant little wife.” (32). When all the attempts of the wife failed to get her husband on her side, she gave up on him and found solace in some other man.

Conclusion

In the story “Princess of Avanti”, an old woman is brutally killed in the society’s park; strangely, neither did anyone pay attention nor was she rescued. Ironically, law and order didn’t exist for either the victim or the accused, as the men killed the woman with no remorse after raping her. The society where she lived turned a deaf ear towards her helplessness; no one safeguarded her, not even her family. The only crime committed on the part of the old woman was that she failed to reckon with her true self.

“Padmavati the Harlot” shares the age-old saga of women trapped in the cobwebs of family responsibility. Padmavati, with no formal education in hand, takes up the job of selling herself to the strangers unwillingly. Owing to her profession, everyone resents her, including the family for whom she didn’t even hesitate to trade her dignity. Throughout, she struggled with the stigma attached to her profession; her decision to quit the old ways of living wasn’t welcomed by the society, as for them, she was a prostitute who had a past but no future.

“A Doll for the Child Prostitute” draws attention to the absence of choices not only for the women but also for the children. Rukmani and Sita, at a tender age of playing hopscotch, are sold to Lachmi Bai, where Sita had little agency, unlike Rukmani. Sindhuthai and Koushalya were aware of the consequences of subjecting a minor to the life of prostitution; still, there was little they could have done about it.

The act of Anasuya is sufficiently satirical, being a mother, where she drags Rukmani at the doorsteps of a brothel to deter further exploitation caused by her lover. Rukmani became the source of earnings to meet the expenses of Anasuya’s other child. Only if Anasuya had no other child would she have raised concern for her daughter’s molestation, or who knows, even then she could have bargained for her. Anasuya would have looked for deviant ways for her daughter’s safety, but she found it easier to sell her daughter. Emphasizing the short stories of Kamala Das, K. T. Sunitha remarks:

““A Doll for the Child Prostitute” and “Padmavathi, the Harlot” are both stories of considerable importance insofar as its materialist emphasis makes visible the embodied existences of mainly deprived women, and highlights the ways in which those existences have been, and continue to be, largely framed by masculinist assumptions and patriarchal agenda which must be questioned if women are going to accrue the right to self-determination. Kamala Das has by the gradual accretion of detail and resonance reveals a deep engagement with some of the most profound questions regarding the place of the woman in the patriarchal world” (177-78).

“The Young Man with a Pitted Face” explores the thoughtless and selfless love between a dying woman and a young man. The woman needed her husband the most during her crucial time, but his neglect makes her vulnerable. Due to her state of illness, the woman falls passionately in love with the young man and dies. “A Little Kitten” criticizes the fraudulence of a husband who enjoys himself by ignoring his wife. The wife, who was dependent on him, had no autonomy of hers.

The middle-aged woman, old woman, sick woman, married woman, and young woman find a resolute place in Kamala Das' short stories that leave behind readers to ponder over certain things. She painstakingly captures the images of these women to mark their struggles, ostracization shaped by the silences of society. 

 

 

 

Works Cited

Das, Kamala. “A Doll for the Child Prostitute.” Padmavati the Harlot & Other Stories. Aleph Book Company, 2020.

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SUNITHA, K.T. “POSITION OF WOMEN IN THE SHORT STORIES OF SUBHADRA SEN AND KAMALA DAS.” Indian English Literature, 2007, vol. 5, pp. 166-79. Google Books, www.google.co.in/books/edition/Indian_English_Literature/PHCZ0z0P5mwC?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=POSITION+OF+WOMEN+IN+THE+SHORT+STORIES+OF+SUBHADRA+SEN+AND+KAMALA+DAS.+Indian+English+Literature&pg=PA166&printsec=frontcover. Accessed 25 Apr. 2025.

Tiwari, Jai Shankar. A Study in the Short Stories of Kamala Das. Shanlax International Journal of English, vol. 8, no. 3, June 2020, pp. 37-41. https://doi.org/10.34293/english.v8i3.3225. Accessed 21 Apr. 2025.

Vinothkumar, G., R. D. Nelson Daniel. “LOVE-LUST-FRUSTRATION IN THE POEMS OF KAMALA DAS.” Hankering in Literature, Shanlax Publications, 2023, pp. 13-19. Google Books, www.google.co.in/books/edition/Hankering_in_Literature/m6C9EAAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=%E2%80%9CWhile+her+sensibility+seems+to+be+obsessively+preoccupied+with+love+and+lust,+it+finds+love+invariably+petering+out+into+lust,+and+lust+merely+eating+itself+to+the+point+of+nausea%E2%80%9D&pg=PA13&printsec=frontcover. Accessed 1 May, 2025.

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рдЖрдпुрд╖ी рддिрд╡ाрд░ी
рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेреЫी рд╕े рдЕрдиुрд╡ाрдж: рдЖрдпुрд╖ी рддिрд╡ाрд░ी (An Introduction By Kamala Das)


рд░ाрдЬрдиीрддि рд╕े рдоैं рдЕрдирдЬाрди, рдкрд░ рд╕рдд्рддाрдзाрд░िрдпों рдХे рдиाрдо 
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рдоैं рд╡рд╣ рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╣ूँ, 
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рдЕрд░े рдоुрдЭे рдЕрдХेрд▓े рдЫोреЬ рджो рдоेрд░े рдЪाрд╣рдиेрд╡ाрд▓े?
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рдЪाрд╣े рд╡рд╣ рдЖрдзी рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेрдЬी рд╣ो, рдЖрдзी рднाрд░рддीрдп, 
рдордЬाрдХिрдпा рд╣ो, рдкрд░ рд╕рдЪ्рдЪी рд╣ै, 
рд╡рд╣ рдЙрддрдиी рд╣ी рдоाрдирд╡ीрдп рд╣ै, рдЬिрддрдиी рдХि рдоैं, 
рдХ्рдпा рддुрдо рджेрдЦ рдирд╣ीं рд╕рдХрддे?

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рдоेрд░ी рдЪेрддрдиा рдоें рд╣ैं, рдФрд░ рд╡рд╣ी рдЪेрддрдиा, рдЬो рджेрдЦ рд╕рдХрддी рд╣ै рд╕ुрди рд╕рдХрддी рд╣ैं, 
рдФрд░ 
рдпрд╣ рдмрд╣рд░ा рдФрд░ рдЕंрдзा рд╕्рд╡рд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ैं, 
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рдоैं рдмрдЪ्рдЪी рдеी, рдлिрд░ 
рдоेрд░े рд╢ाрд░ीрд░िрдХ рдмрджрд▓рд╡ा рдХे рдХाрд░рдг рдЙрди्рд╣ोंрдиे рдоुрдЭे рд╡рдпрд╕्рдХ рдмрдиा рджिрдпा। 
рдЕрдирдЬाрдиे рдоें рдЬрдм рдоैंрдиे рдк्рд░ेрдо рдоांрдЧा, рддो рдЙрди्рд╣ोंрдиे рд╕ोрд▓рд╣ рд╡рд░्рд╖ рдХे рдпुрд╡ा рдХो рдоेрд░े рдШрд░ рдоें рдбाрд▓ рдХрд░ рджрд░рд╡ाрдЬा рдмंрдж рдХрд░ рджिрдпा। 
рдмिрдиा рдЙрд╕рд╕े рдоाрд░ рдЦाрдП,
рдоेрд░ी рджुрдЦी рдиाрд░ी рд╕рддाрддा рдмрд╣ुрдд рдкीрдЯी рд╣ुрдИ рд╕ी рдк्рд░рддीрдд рд╣ुрдИ। 
рдоेрд░े рдЧрд░्рд╡ рдХे рднाрд░ рдиे рдоुрдЭे рдХुрдЪрд▓ рджिрдпा। рдоैं рдШृрдгा рд╕े рджрдм рдЧрдИ। 
рдлिрд░ рдЕрдкрдиे рднाрдИ рдХा рдкोрд╢ाрдХ рдкрд╣рди, рдЫोрдЯे рдмाрд▓ рдХिрдП рдФрд░ рдЙрдкेрдХ्рд╖िрдд рд╣ुрдИ। 
рдЙрдирдХे рдЕрдиुрд╕ाрд░ рдоेрд░ा рдХाрдо рд╕ाреЬी рдкрд╣рдирдиा рд╣ैं। 
рдЪाрд╣ें рдоैं рд▓рдб़рдХी рд╣ूँ рдпा рдкрдд्рдиी। рдоेрд░ी рд╕рдорд╕्рдд рднूрдоिрдХा рдоें рдЪेрддрдиा рд╣ै, рдлिрд░ рдЪाрд╣े рдХрд╢ीрджाрдХाрд░ рд╣ो, рд░рд╕ोрдИ рд╣ो рдпा рдиौрдХрд░ рд╕े рдЭрдЧрдб़ा рдХрд░ाрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рд╣ो। 
рднेрдж рдХрд░рдиेрд╡ाрд▓ों рдиे рдЬुрдб़рдиे рдХो рдХрд╣ा। 
рджीрд╡ाрд░ рдкрд░ рди рдмैрдаो рдпा рдЬाрд▓ीрджाрд░ рдЦिрдб़рдХी рд╕े рддाрдХ-рдЭाँрдХ рдордд рдХрд░ो। 
рдЪाрд╣े рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ा рдХोрдИ рднी рдиाрдо рд╣ो - рдПрдоी, рдХрдорд▓ा рдпा рдоाрдзрд╡ी рдХुрдЯ्рдЯी। 
рдЕрдм рд╕рдордп рд╣ै рдЕрдкрдиा рдиाрдо рдЪुрдирдиे рдХा, рдЕрдкрдиी рднूрдоिрдХा рдХा। 
рдЕрдм рджिрдЦाрд╡े рдХा рдЦेрд▓ рдирд╣ीं рдЦेрд▓рдиे рдХा। 
рдоाрдирд╕िрдХ рд╡िрдХाрд░ों рд╕े рди рдЦेрд▓ो। 
рдЕрд╕рдлрд▓ рдк्рд░ेрдо рдоें рднी рдЕрд╢्рд░ु рдк्рд░рднाрд╡  рди рдХрд░ो। 
рдЕрд╕рдлрд▓ рдк्рд░ेрдо рдоें рднी рдХрд╣ो рдХि рдПрдХ рдкुрд░ुрд╖ рд╕े рдоिрд▓ी। 
рдЙрд╕рд╕े рдк्рд░ेрдо рдХिрдпा। рдЙрд╕े рдХिрд╕ी рдиाрдо рд╕े рди рдкुрдХाрд░ा। 
рд╡рд╣ рднी рдЕрди्рдп рдкुрд░ुрд╖ों рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рд╣ै, рдЬिрд╕े рдПрдХ рдорд╣िрд▓ा рдЪाрд╣िрдП। 
рдаीрдХ рд╡ैрд╕े рд╣ी рдЬैрд╕े рдоैं рд╣ूँ, рдЬो рдк्рд░ेрдо рдвूँрдврддी рд╣ैं। 
рдЙрд╕рдоें рдПрдХ рдк्рдпाрд╕ी рдирджी рдХी рдзाрд░ा рд╣ैं рдФрд░,
рдоुрдЭ рдоें рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рдХी рдЕрдердХ рдк्рд░рддीрдХ्рд╖ा рд╣ै। 
рдоैंрдиे рд╕рдмрд╕े рд╕рдмрдХा рдкрд░िрдЪрдп рдкूрдЫा рдкрд░ рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдоें рдоैं рд╣ी рдоिрд▓ी। 
рдХрд╣ीं рднी рдФрд░ рд╕рд░्рд╡рдд्рд░ рдоैंрдиे рд╕рдмрдХो рдоैं-рдоैं рдХрд╣рддे рд╕ुрдиा। 
рд╡рд╣ рдо्рдпाрди рдоें рд▓рдЧे рддрд▓рд╡ाрд░ рдЬैрд╕ा рдеा। 
рдоैंрдиे рдЖрдзी рд░ाрдд рдХो рдЕрдХेрд▓े рдЕрдирдЬाрди рд╢рд╣рд░ рдХे рд╣ोрдЯрд▓ рдоें рдорджिрд░ाрдкाрди рдХिрдпा। 
рд╡рд╣ рдоैं рдеी рдЬो рдЦुрд▓ рдХрд░ рд╣ँрд╕ी 
рд╡рд╣ рдоैं рдеी рдЬिрд╕рдиे рдк्рд░ेрдо рдФрд░ рдирдлрд░рдд рджोрдиों рдкाрдпे। 
рд╡рд╣ рдоैं рд╣ी рд╣ूँ рдЬो рдЧрд▓े рдХी рдШрд░рдШрд░ाрд╣рдЯ рд╕े рдорд░ी। 

рдоैं рд╣ी рдкाрдкी, рдоैं рд╣ी рдзрд░्рдоाрдд्рдоा। 
рдоुрдЭे рд╣ी рдк्рд░ेрдо рдоिрд▓ा рддрдеा рдоुрдЭे рд╣ी рдзोрдЦा рднी, 
рдоैं рд╣ी рджुрдЦी рдкрд░ рд╡рд╣ рджुрдЦ рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ा рдирд╣ीं। 
рдоैं рджрд░्рдж рд╕े рднрд░ी рдкрд░ рд╡рд╣ рджрд░्рдж рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ा рдирд╣ीं 
рдлिрд░ рднी рд╕्рд╡рдпं рдХो рдоैं рдХрд╣рддी рд╣ूँ। 
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рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा: рдХोрд▓рдХाрддा рд╡िрд╢्рд╡рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд▓рдп рдоें рдмीрдП (рдЗंрдЧ्рд▓िрд╢ рдСрдирд░्рд╕) рдоें рдЕрдз्рдпрдпрдирд░рдд
рд░ुрдЪिрдпाँ: рд╣िंрджी рд╡ рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेреЫी рд╕ाрд╣िрдд्рдп, рд╕ंрднाрд╖рдг, рдиाрдЯрдХ, рдоंрдЪ-рд╕ंрдЪाрд▓рди
 

Untamed: Lopa Banerjee

[Inspired by the lines of the poem ‘I too tried adultery for a short while’ which is a part of the autobiographical work ‘My Story’ by renowned, award-winning Indian author Kamala Das Suraiyya.] 

“You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and endless
Pathways of the sky.” 
 
The summers seemed luscious as I harbored myself between faint signals of your wants, dwelling in my dreams with your hollowness, reverberating like distant chimes. The past many summers, waiting coy and demure in the opaque jar of this body, filling my land with sacred grass and flowers, you opened the jar, bringing me close to the holy waters of a conjoined celebration. In the untamed terrains of my heart, wildflowers grew and primal instincts rose, in dark evenings, my aboriginal wants singing in my blood accompanied you like thousand defiant flames.

Lopamudra Bannerjee
“I want to make you mine, only mine, you are my Goddess of restless dance, that you will dance only for me.” You demanded.
“But I am not a Goddess tethered to the rooms, the walls, the verandah, the terrace, my pariah soul seeks the elixir of freedom beyond the blue, endless horizon in many a sleepless night.” I said to myself.

As shameless as the sirens wailing through the window, plundering the streets at night, I have scattered the seeds of my burnt-out truths, truths of our rugged matrimony. How many monsoons following the sweltering heat of those invincible summers, our battlefield was lost in the language of our marital bed? The monsoons when my body and being brimmed with the blood of a silent inquilab, when my face, cradled in your dominant palms was inscribed with the nameless mantras of untying, my own liberation song?
 
Yes, in those monsoons following the hot, luscious summer afternoons, when my naked earth touched your prairies, your extended grasslands, and you closed your boundaries in search of my primal land, my breaths heaved through that land, and discovered the poetry, the music of adultery.
 
Adultery was at the heart of my own untainted cosmos, and you too tasted its slow-cooked flames, freezing and thawing in between spurts of your crooked desires, and I kept making you tea, your night bed, your jacaranda dreams, your groggy dawns. With saline tears, I fought back the crumbling walls between us, as in men, forgettable men, I kept searching the splintered chunks of my history, my topography, the musky aroma of my dusk.
 
Perhaps, I didn’t really want the dull soreness in between the pitch dark and faint light of mending, unmending, which all of you gave me; perhaps all I wanted was the penumbra of silence hanging loose, in between my dark, brooding domesticity and my untamed heart.
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Bio: Lopamudra Banerjee is an acclaimed Indian author, poet, translator, editor from Dallas, Texas, with eight books and six anthologies in fiction and poetry. She has received the Journey Awards (First Place category winner) for her memoir ‘Thwarted Escape: An Immigrant’s Wayward Journey’, Woman Achiever Award (IWSFF, 2018), the International Reuel Prize for Poetry (2017) and International Reuel Prize for her English translation of Nobel Laureate Tagore’s selected works of fiction (2016). Her nonfiction essays, fiction and poetry have been published in various renowned journals, e-zines and anthologies in India, UK and USA including Stanford University’s ‘Life in Quarantine’ project.
 

An Outcry against gender discrepancy in the selected poems of Kamala Das and Taslima Nasrin

- Animesh Das


Abstract:
Gender Discrepancy voices the biased outlook that women and men can never be treated in equal terms. This unequal treatment due to their gender has its genesis in socially constructed different gender roles. Poetry, as a salient genre of literature, faithfully depicts various social, economical and psychological aspects of contemporary society and its culture. Kamala Das is an Indo-Anglican poetess known for her candid and bold assertion against pre-set patriarchal norms. Her poetry is a portrait of the pain, despair and disgust that every women encounter in her life when she has to play the role of an ideal daughter, an ideal wife and an ideal mother. Taslima Nasrin is a well-known controversial writer from Bangladesh. Her profession as a gynecologist gave her an opportunity to come into contact with young girls who had been brutally raped and the callous attitude of the parents towards their newborn girl child. It creates a curiosity in her to peep into the dark realms of the human psyche constructed through ages by patriarchal ideas. Thus her poetry is a counter-attack to the hegemonic patriarchal set up where women have no identity of their own. Through a comparative study of their poems, this paper attempts to give a thumbnail view of the pathetic condition of women in both the countries.

Keywords: Woman writing, Identity crisis, Literature, Gender roles, Patriarchal hegemony.

Kamala Das, the famous Malabari Malayalam poetess from Kerala, is known for her voice of protest against the patriarchal setup. Her poetry is marked by the honest exploration of self and female sexuality. Her best known poetical works are “Summer in Calcutta” (1965), “The Descendant” (1967), “The Old Playhouse and other poems” (1973), “Collected Poems Vol.1”, (1984), “Only the Soul knows How to Sing: Selection from Kamala Das” (1996), and “Encountering Kamala” (2007). Her poetry articulates the very feelings of women who find themselves trapped inside the four walls of their house, who wants to get out from their age-old status of ‘Angel of the House’. Those women who always feel the pressure of being inferior to men. Her poetry is a fine portrait of the pain, despair and disgust that every woman experience under their predefined traditional roles. K.Satchidanandan says about her poetry, ‘Here was a voice that was feminine to the core, often confessional in vein, that spoke uninhibitedly about woman's desire and her unending search for true love. She had little respect for tradition and yet many traditions went into the making of her poetry: the rebellious spirituality of the women Bhakti poets, the sonorous sensuousness of the Tamil Sangam poets, the empathy with the down-trodden and the hatred of violence central to the great poetry of her mother, Balamani Amma, the melancholy tempered by a larger vision of life characteristic of the poetry of her uncle Nalappatt Narayana Menon (who was also the translator, of Victor Hugo; of Havelock Ellis)’(Satchidanandan 53).It is because of her poetic genius that she has been nominated and shortlisted for the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1984.
As Kamala Das is known for her candid and bold assertion against the traditional role of woman in the Indian society, Taslima Nasrin is a controversial poetess who is known for her writings which are extremely critical of Islamic ideas and voices the emancipation of woman in the Bangladeshi Islamic Patriarchal society. Although many critics dismiss her writings as anti-Islamic propaganda, her works has been hugely acclaimed in the west where she has received various awards for her protest for the rights of women through her works. This includes Human Rights Award from the Government of France (1994), Edict of Nantes Prize from France (1994), Kurt Tucholsky Prize, Swedish PEN, Sweden (1994) and Feminist of the Year from Feminist Majority foundation, U.S.A (1994) to name a few.

The chief characteristic of Nasrin’s poetry is that she is radically different in her views from other Islamic feminists. For instance, one of the most celebrated Islamic feminist Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain, who tried to keep a balanced approached between religion and woman education and re-examined Islamic teachings in the light of locally prevalent gender discrimination, Nasrin believes that it is the religion itself and its interpreters who are responsible for the gender discrepancy prevail in the society. This very mentality stems from her own harsh experiences in her childhood when her own relatives had harassed her sexually. Later, as a gynecologist at a family planning clinic in Mymensingh, she came into contact with young girls who had been raped and witnessed the callous attitude of people towards new born girl children. She observed very closely how women were treated as subordinate and how they were struggling for their right of freedom, education and equality. Thus her poetry is a counter-attack to the hegemonic patriarchal set up where women have no identity of their own. In her collection of English poems “All about Women” (2005), she vividly portrays the condition of women in a male-dominated society. About the subject matter of her poetry C. Deshmukh observes: “The condition of women in society governed by a fundamentalist attitude forms the subject matter of her poems in the collection All About Women” (D 40). She criticizes the typical mentality of the society in her poem Character:

You are a girl, and you’d better not forget
That when you cross the threshold of your house
Men will look askance at you.
When you keep on walking down the lane
Men will follow you and whistle.
When you cross the lane and step onto the main road
Men will revile you, call you a loose woman.
If you’ve no character
You’ll turn back,
And if you have
You’ll keep on going
As you are going now. (11)

The same voice of protest can be heard in “An Introduction” by Kamala Das. In this poem, Kamala asks for her distinct identity as an individual. Her voice of protest against the traditional restrictions on women can be heard in this poem where she asserts;
                                   
Be embroiderer, be cook
Be a quarreler with servants. Fit in. Oh,
Belong, cried the categorizers. (The Best of Kamala Das 12-13)              

Both of them project the male desire of victimizing the women in their poetry. They preach that women are not merely an object of exploitation, but as human as men with their own emotions and aspirations. In her poem ‘The Female’, Nasrin writes:
                                             
Men look for fresh virgins
So they can maul and tear them
Some on the plea of love
Some of marriage. (9)
            
Actually, poetry for them is the absolute medium of the purgation of their own emotions and aspirations. The frustration they suffer due to their unhappy marriage life find expression through their poetry. They experienced that love in their life, is a mechanical way of bodily union. In her autobiography Meyebela, My Bengali Girlhood (1998) Nasrin describes how she had been sexually harassed by her own relative who tried to enjoy her body in the name of the games. Later, her dissatisfaction in her nuptial life with Rudra Mohammad Shahidullah (1982-86), Nayeemul Islam Khan (1990-91), and Minar Mahmood (1991-92) results in her callous attitude towards the social institutions like marriage and family. In her poem Acquaintance, she utters;
                                        
 He whom I so long thought
 I knew-
 He whom I know is nothing like that,
 In fact, he’s the one I most don’t know.
… As much as I thought him to be a man,             
That much he is not:
Half beast he is,
Half a man. (3)

Kamala Das was also a victim of male domination. The Nalpat House witnessed the oppression of women by the male members of the house for years together. Her father V.M Nair, whom she describes as ‘An Autocrat’ used to torture her mother and verbally abuse Kamala as ‘a burden and responsibility’. Her misery takes another form when her parents forced her to marry on of their relative a bank employee K.Madhav Das, when she was only 16 and he was 35. He was introduced to Kamala as a gentleman, lover of literature and a poet, but soon the mirage breaks when she realized for her husband she is nothing but an object of sexual gratification. In addition, he was a homosexual person. The marriage lasted for 43 years until Madav Das’s death. She expressed her agony of a premature wife and mother in her poem Of Calcutta:

I was sent away to protect a family’s
Honor, to save a few cowards, to defend some
Abstraction, send to another city to be
A relative’s wife. (Collected Poems I 56-60)

Throughout her life she seeks for love, a shoulder to scream, a sensible person to press out the deep-rooted agony of her heart but unfortunately she found nobody who really understands her. Her confessional poems are written in search of the true essence of a woman. This is why she could boldly proclaim:

As the convict studies
His prison’s geography
I study the trappings
Of your body, dear love
For I must someday find
An escape from its snare. (29)

According to Dr. Tasneem Anjum: “The word ‘trappings’ is doubly significant. On the one hand, it suggests the trappings of lust from which she must free herself to know true love. On the other hand, it suggest the soul’s cry against its mortal dress” (124). The scenario is not at all different in Bangladesh. In Bangladeshi Muslim society the condition of women is even worse. One reason behind this is obviously the conservative ideas in Islam. In Taslima Nasrin’s poem Another life, we witness her protest against the traditional roles of woman in the patriarchal society;

Woman spends the afternoon squatting on the porch
Picking lice from each other’s hair.
They spend the evenings feeding the little ones,
Lulling them to sleep in the glow of the bottle lamp.
The rest of the night
They offer their backs to be slapped and kicked by the man of the house
Or sprawl half-naked on the hard wooden cot. (19)

Her analogy between the status of a wife and the status of an animal is symbolic, and it narrates explicitly the discrimination against women and their subordination in the family structure as well as in the society. The same outcry can be heard in Kamala Das’ Old Playhouse:

You called me wife
I was taught to break saccharine into your tea and
To offer at the right movement the vitamins. Cowering
Beneath your monstrous ego I ate the magic loaf and
Became a dwarf. I lost my will and reasons, to all your
Questions I mumbled incoherent replies. (1)

The exploitation of women is not limited among a particular group rather it prevailed among all the classes of the society. Whether it is a woman of the lower class of the society or the upper class of the society, everywhere they are being tortured by their male counterpart. She utters:

The fellow goes home and beats his wife
Over a handkerchief
Or a shirt collar…
The employee is no better,
Returning home he beats his wife
Over a bar of soap or the baby’s pneumonia.  (At the Back of Progress 40)
In Kamala Das’ autobiography, My Story, she says: “I settled down to housekeeping and sewed the button on and darned our old garments, all through the hot afternoons. In the evening, I bought for my husband his tea and plate of snags. I kept myself busy with dreary housework while my spirit protested and cried get out of this trap, escape…” (81). The first publication of her autobiography was in Malayalam under the title ‘Ente Katha’ in 1973. As she was from a famous, respectable family, her work became a sensation overnight and created a lot of controversy. Later she translated it in English under the title ‘My Story’ with epigraphs. One may, on  a superficial level, call ‘Das’ a feminist, but a deeper understanding of her poems will reveal the fact that unlike other feminist poems she was not at all associated with a particular area of feminism. Her feminism is a feminism of common Indian women whose only fault is that they desires for a respectful life. As K. Satchidanandan says, “Kamala Das denounced the extreme forms of feminism as she could not imagine a world without men or think that replacing male hegemony with female hegemony would create an egalitarian world; she never wanted to master anyone including herself. She is deeply aware of her difference as woman but would see it as natural rather than glorify it” (54).
Millions of voices can be heard through that one voice of Kamala Das, who represents them and their universal desire of tear down the mask of sophistry. Das utters: “Then I wore a shirt and my/Brother's trousers, Cut my hair short and ignored/ My womanliness” (The Best of Kamala Das 12-13). K. Satchidanandan says regarding this; “The woman cannot change her body; so the poet changes her dress and tries to imitate men. But the voices of the tradition would force her back into sarees, the saree becoming here a sign of convention. She is pushed back into her expected gender roles: wife, cook, and embroiderer, quarreler with servants: the gender role also becomes a class role” (12).

                        While discussing about Nasrin’s idea of religion, C Deshmukh observes: “In her view Islam oppresses women. What probably alienated her within society more than anything else was the link she made between the wretched conditions women were forced to endure and religion. She has vented astonishment that ‘seventh-century law’ should rule any Muslim societies today” (39). She believes that the malpractices in religion are the root causes of gender biasness.This very notion is articulated by her in We Women, where she says:

Nature says women are human beings
Men have made religion to deny it.
Nature says women are human beings
Society has cooked a snook at it.
Nature says women are human beings
Men cry out No. (39)

Thus we find a vein of rebellion in some poems of Nasrin. In her poem Masturbation, she writes;

A woman can’t live without a man?
Ha, what logic, the logic of a ghost! Bah bah!
Throw the ball,
Don’t let orchids embrace you at all
Don’t go to poisonous ant bushes.
Push yourself into sensuousness.
You have the bow, you have the arrow,
Do it girl, masturbate. (21)

Thus, Nasrin encourages her fellow women to break the chains of custom and religion and be free from all the dogmatism of the society. K.Satchidanandan writes about Das: “The direct kinship with her reader that she establishes here, the identification of female physicality with female textuality, similes drawn from nature, the opposition to feudal norms and man-made hierarchies, the quest for intimacy and an almost clinical exploration of the landscape of the self and the interrogation of the family as an oppressive institution became the hallmarks of her writing in the years to come” (54). Though a few critics consider her writings as ‘anti-Islam’, but if we judge her writings only from this point of view, it would be an incomplete and biased interpretation of her literary works. In her poem Mosque, Temple, she utters her wish of a glorious future and lays bare her intentions:

For the welfare of humanity, now let prayer halls,
Be turned into hospitals, orphanages, universities,
Now let prayer halls become academies of art, fine art centers,
Scientific research institutes.
Now let prayer halls be turned to golden rice fields
In the radiant dawn,
Open fields, rivers, restless seas.
From now on, let religion’s other name be humanity. (22)

                        Her desire for the liberation and emancipation of women is not limited to a particular religion or country rather it has attained universality as every woman in the world can relate herself with the poetess and feel her anguish and pain. The same touch of universality can be found in the poems of Kamala Das when she utters in An Introduction:

Call him not by any name, he is every man
Who wants. A woman, just as I am every
Woman who seeks love. ( The Best of Kamala Das 12-13)


Finally to conclude, it can be sais that despite many negative criticisms, Kamala Das and Taslima Nasrin have done justice to their roles as an artist and portray the real picture of their respective societies without the employment of any false glorification. They faithfully depict the gender discrepancy prevailed in both the societies of India and Bangladesh through their confessional works. Unlike earlier women poets like Toru Dutt and Sarojini Naidu in India and Begam Rokeya in Bangladesh, Kamala Das and Taslima Nasrin broke free from the romantic traditions of poetry and created a more realistic poetry that represents the feelings and desires of every woman in the world who had been subject to political and social injustice.


Works Cited

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Animesh Das is currently doing his master’s in English Literature from Guru Ghasidas Central University, Chhattisgarh. Some of his poems have already been published in many international journals such as The Galaxy Journal. His area of interest is gender studies.