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Book Review of Aquality: Tales from the Depths

Review by Dr Chitra Krishnan

Title: Aquality: Tales from the Depths
Compiled and Edited by: Geetha Nair G and Vineetha Mekkoth
Publisher: Folio Publishers, Thiruvananthapuram
Year of publication: 2024
No of pages: 211
Cover picture: Bay Traffic, oil on canvas by Mohan Sivanand
Cost: ₹ 350 INR
ISBN: 978-93-82356-43-1

 

It is famously said that theshort story is like a sprint while the novel is like a marathon”. This amazing collection of 31 short stories having as its title Aquality suggests the central theme of water running through it. It is a series of breathtaking sprints.

Geetha Nair
Three of the 31 short stories are written by native speakers of English, while K Satchidanandan's "The Land” (p.11) is a translation from Malayalam. The book opens with this story and it sets the tone for the rest to follow. The contributors have been drawn from various continents - USA, Africa, Asia and Europe while the large majority is from the Indian subcontinent.

The art of the short story writer requires one to create the characters, set the plot, weave the ambience and resolve the tension, all the while engaging the reader with an endearing tone and style in less than 7500 words. A tall order indeed! But if you take any one of the stories in Aquality they do this and more! They open a tiny window into another world, other minds and other dreams. As Gaiman says, “The stories are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner!” You accompany the barnacle picker in Spain as she scrambles over dangerous rocks (Abigail Thorne, p.69) or you wail at the wall with the fatherless child hoping to find a Noah who listens to you (Jacinta Meredith, p.49) or you are wary of any water body lest the “Jala Pishachu” is waiting to drag you into its watery depths. (Lathaprem Sakhya, p.161)

Vineetha Mekkoth

Murakami claimed that his short stories were like “guideposts to his heart” and in Aquality we understand exactly what he means as we yearn for love or companionship like Parikh-Mundal’s lonely teacher (p.155), or understand love and adoption like Moselle (p.167) or wait for the water to break at child birth with hope in our heart (p.135) or conquer a language like Anas did beginning with the word water (p.151)! They do gently tug at your heartstrings, sometimes cause you to smile or recoil in horror or even bawl…they certainly don’t leave you unmoved!

In Aquality, the ideas and the language in which they are couched vary from being poetic and beautiful to scary and Chernobylesque and everything in between! We have the image of “the ethereal beauty that emerged from his fingers signalled an eye that saw a far richer universe…” (p. 88) as India’s beloved elephant God blessed the blind sculptor with all his heart or the agony of “I felt fear build cobwebs with my nerves…I have no dreams. Dreams! Flimsy as rose petals they bleed us like money lenders!” (p.105) We have the bleak, futuristic landscape of desolation. The after-Chernobyl character, “Atrax didn’t see herself the same as previous humans. She was the new generation, something half submerged and watery, born of flame and doused by determining…her bond was with the Earth and her molten heart. “I won’t let you down.” The Earth heard her and quiet on her axis she sighed”. (p.123) We also have the beauty of hope, “A star rose in the East as though to guide their ship. They felt a new land being born somewhere. They sat peering into the darkness. There between the clouds in a valley filled with mango trees and plantain they saw the serene face of a guru looking down on them”. (p.14)

Chitra Krishnan
Editing an anthology is a most difficult task as one has to set the theme and parameters and decide its shape and tone before throwing it open for writers! Both the editors Geetha Nair (poet, writer of short fiction and CEO of Folio Publishers) and Vineetha Mekkoth (poet, creative writer, translator and a state government officer) have done a great job in choosing the theme of Aquality which is an umbrella covering so many crucial and topical aspects. The editing is superbly done and through their choice of stories and authors a wonderful coherent collage of water has been created. The eye-catching cover, with its multi-hued shades, predominantly variants of blue, draws us in immediately. As we leaf through this volume we can appreciate the substantial, intense and meticulous work carried out.

Water as a theme takes on protean forms in this anthology from covering sexual abuse in ‘She’ (p.140) to the hyper-celebrated Ganesh Festival in ‘Broken Bappa’ and traversing space and time in between. As Sreedevi K Nair mentions in her perceptive foreword, “Water keeps moving … it moves on and on creating unique pathways of life and memory.” Just as water can be constructive-destructive-still-flowing, the stories have been chosen to reflect all these aspects and more in an easy readable style and format that is at once evocative and pleasing.

The stories presented in Aquality invite you to delve into their watery depths to find various hidden treasures that will appeal to our diverse moods. We can open the book at any page and we are drawn into the world of water, ecology, equality, poetry, art, mysticism, fantasy, reality, grimness and laughter all at once. In short, a microcosm of the enchanting, complex world we live in. As Sreedevi K Nair mentioned, we hope these “water stories too move on from reader to reader and live forever in human minds.”

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Bio: Dr Chitra Krishnan is a retired academician who was Vice Principal of Stella Maris College, Chennai. Later she moved to the University of Madras where she was Chairperson, School of English and Foreign Languages, Head, Department of French and Foreign Languages and Director, University Centre of International Relations. At present she is Trustee, Alliance Fran├зaise of Madras Trust and Academic Council Member of AMET University, Madras and member, Foreign languages Translation project, ICHR, Govt of India.

Vineetha Mekkoth, INDIA

Vineetha Mekkoth
MEN MATTER

They say a man is polygamous
He is drawn to the women he sees
Around him
Drawn to them in daily situations
Blame it all on his hormones
That tough guy testosterone.
They use it for all the reasons
Why they flirt
Why the roving eye.
Well guys, we are not so different.
We too size you up
Look at you and label you.
He's fat, his cheeks are rosy
He has a paunch
Why are his eyes watery!
That one's skinny
That chap looks good
But he should keep his mouth shut
Or all he spouts is some rubbish about
Women being dumb, to be fettered.
Well, the ones who know,
Avoid such guys like plague.
Who would want to be
In the company of such a blade!
We sort out the guys
Into the good, the bad and the ugly
Sometimes the good is bad
Sometimes the good, ugly
Sometimes the good is pleasing to the eye
Sometimes the good, distasteful to the mind
And your behaviour matters a lot, gentlemen
Into which box you are slotted
How and where and when.
If your head and heart are empty
All your swagger is trashed.
Only a man with empathy
Oodles of kindness
Tender and loving
Is loved in return.
So, there are men.
And then there are jerks.
To the latter,
Go take a walk.


REASON

Why, I wonder, should I worry
If women do not enter that shrine
Or do?
But I do worry about discrimination
In the name of religion
I think about all this
Because I'm a woman.
Maybe if I were a man
I would be less bothered
I would have had unquestioned privileges.
I'm on my own journey
I search for answers
I read, I listen
I accept only that which is logical
That which appeals to reason
I cannot accept every belief
Because they have been believed in
By so many, over so many centuries
My Whys, Whats, Whens
Have to be satiated
I do not drink because everyone does
I drink if and when I need it
That holds true for the hillock shrine
That holds true for love
That holds true for everything


AMAZON

Like a snake sloughing
Off dead skin, she walked past the hushed whispers,
The knowing glances of those who molested her daily with their words,
Their imagination, as they cast stones
At her will to live, to not die in the face
Of the multitudes of lies and gossip,
Shocked at her zest for life when they
Craved for her very death.
The least,
She should have shed tears.
For the world loves a tragedy and it's easier to live with
Than any Amazon battling and surviving scarred


Vineetha Mekkoth, a poet, writer, translator, editor, works as Assistant State Tax Officer in the State GST Department. Has been translating for the Kerala Sahitya Akademi since 2014 and has also contributed articles for the Malayalam Literary Survey, a quarterly published by the Akademi. Her poems have been included in various anthologies. She has been selected for the ICOP Critics Award for March 2015. Her poem was on the list of Highly Commended poems for the months of March and October 2015 and selected as the ‘Poem of the Month’ for April 2015 by Destiny Poets, UK. Her work has also been featured in Duane’s Poetree, Learning and Creativity and Mad Swirl Magazine. She was the co-editor and a participating poet of the anthology ‘Umbilical Chords: An Anthology on Parents Remembered’ (2015). Her short stories have been published online as well as in the collection.