Thursday 20 February 2014

Who’s Afraid of the Written Word?





 

   









 

‘The value of art lies in the love it engenders, not hatred. It’s love that makes books last.’
             Salman Rushdie, Joseph Anton


 'It is a dangerous power in the hands of a government; the right to determine what shall be read and what shall not...
             Jawaharlal Nehru (1929)

The latest furore over censorship in India is at the publisher Penguin India’s decision to withdraw Professor Wendy Doniger’s book ‘The Hindus: An Alternative History’ (Penguin USA 2009, Penguin India 2010) and turn all the existing copies into pulp. Penguin has been fighting a four year law suit against Shiksha Bachao Andalon, an organisation that took umbrage at Professor Doniger’s scholarship and writing as ‘a shallow, distorted and non serious presentation of Hinduism’ riddled with ‘heresies and inaccuracies’. On the grounds of disparaging a religion and culture, the petition comes under Indian Penal Code 153 A (causing enmity between religious groups) and 295 A (deliberate and malicious acts to outrage religious feelings). What is curious and revolting about this outcome is that Prof Doniger’s work notwithstanding her controversial positions has been denied the critical scrutiny it deserves and the upholding of the stifling archaic laws codified under a colonial government and the alarming frequency with which it has been used recently in India to silence works of art and scholarship.

India can ill afford to disavow its history and heritage of tolerance and the presence of a democratic and secular polity. It is a land of a million gods and every four hundred miles or so, a language changes. Its culture has been born and nourished in the silent valleys of its mountains by its tribes as much as on the shingled beaches of the coasts by the merchants and foreigners. Its people have thronged the vast plains, kingdoms have flourished along the twisting banks of epic rivers and its capacious terrain of space and time can accommodate various voices with the munificence of a gracious host. In India everyone is both an insider and an outsider and to nurse a peevish scornful attitude to the other is unfriendly as much as rankle the other severely and ask him to exit without compunction is unworthy. There is nothing fixed and unassailable here except perhaps the loquaciousness of the argumentative Indian that Amartya Sen famously described in the book ‘The Argumentative Indian’. In this land of such vicissitudes, there has also been a capricious mood to be brittle and vicious with someone one does not agree with. 

The fate that met Prof Doniger’s work has its chilling parallels in many works of fact and fiction, that have been shown the exit door from India under three main rubrics- that of offence, obscenity and threatening national security. Two of the laws that support grounds of censorship are codified as is the freedom of free expression, guaranteed as a fundamental right in the Indian Constitution.  The two articles in question are Indian Penal Code (IPC) section 295 A that recommends a punishment of three years of imprisonment or fine or both for insult or attempt to insult as given by ‘deliberate and malicious acts intended to outrage any class by insulting its religion or religious beliefs by words spoken or written or by signs or visible representations’.  Article 153 A of the IPC  states that ‘promoting enmity between different groups on ground of religion, race, place of birth, residence, language etc by doing acts prejudiced to the maintenance of harmony through words, signs or representation, acts to disturb public tranquillity, organisation of a movement to enforce criminal violence or offence committed in place of worship. Besides these sections often used against artists and writers, the Indian Customs has sweeping powers not to allow any printed material enter the country that they think is objectionable. Together this triad of elements prove dangerous in the hands of intolerant religious and cultural groups and pro-rich privacy laws.

A history of censorship in India in the last century makes the case amply clear. As early as 1930s, when India was still in the throes of colonial government, Katherine Mayo’s ‘The Face of Mother India’ was banned for being a ‘drain inspector’s report’. This string of banning books portraying Indian negatively would become commonplace instead of pointing out shoddy research and partisanship if found any. Then there was the ubiquitous category of ‘salacious content and obscenity’. Arthur Miles’ ‘Land of the Lingam’ went out and so did Bernard Stein’s ‘The Scented Garden’. There were also inexplicable bans on certain books for ‘intemperate expose of the powerful class’ as in Max Wylie’s ‘Hindu Heaven’ and Frank Richards ‘Old Soldier Sahib.’ As Nilanjana Roy describes in her excellent essay on book bans in India, from the 1940s a new category of banned literature came into prominence- that of religious outrage and sedition. Perhaps, it was inevitable in the climate of growing nationalism and the looming partition of India . Post independence, ‘anti national’ journals and specific works of fiction came under the scanner. With the brief flirting with emergency in the mid 1970s, books that ‘misrepresented’ the image of India were also shown the door.  In the beginning of the new millennium however, specific state governments ruled by the ideologies of specific political parties have a strong say in the kinds of books that can circulate in the state. For instance, Jayashree Mishra’s book on Rani Lakshmi Bai did not find favour with the Uttar Pradesh government as was Habib Tanvir’s plays in Chattisgarh. Rohinton Mistry’s ‘Such a long Journey’ found frowning reception in Maharashtra for inaccurately portraying the Maharashtrians.  Arundhati Roy had to fight long court battles to get her Booker winning ‘God of Small Things’ going in many states.

What piques one in the current case is that there was effectively no call for a ban and yet Penguin recanted after four years of legal pursuit.  What is disappointing is that the freedom to imagine and express is curbed and along with it the implicit freedom from fear. What is illuminating is that from the times of Socrates to Jesus Christ to Galilieo, it has always been trials of heresy and wars wrought in the name of religious persecution.  The secular and even anti religious tradition of Boccaccio, Chaucer and Rabelais teaches us that any move that questions our intent also questions our freedom and there are only two positions in this argument. Either you are with the idea of freedom to freely express thoughts, to contest and debate opinion in the private and the public sphere without being afraid of offending anyone. Factual inaccuracies can be countered by scholarship and obfuscation of truth by revelation. Words have to be battled with words, thoughts with thoughts all under the purview of reason and certainly non-violence. This freedom of artistic and intellectual liberty is not a luxury but the life line of progress of human kind, that enrich and clothe their lives with words, dreams and memories. You cannot be coerced to think selectively, act submissively and dream with conformity. There are as many vantage points as there are minds and what is hidden from a view is revealed in another. The secular front that has an open mind cannot be divided, unorganised or indifferent.  It is worth taking a stand for books today because as Heinrich Heine presciently remarked ‘where they burn books, they will in the end burn people too.’

Sunday 16 February 2014

Dialogue of a Different Kind








Dialogue, An Art & Culture Magazine, Collector’s Edition, 2014

The People of Indian Origin (PIO) web portal was launched in June 2010 as a monthly web magazine that focussed on art, culture and politics of contemporary India, as seen by a committed group of young people. It was the brainchild of one man, an expatriate Indian, who felt the necessity to carry an India that he could not live in or experience, but only speak about from his memories to his children. He entrusted the process of re-discovering India, lost to Indians like him abroad, to a team of young Indians who lived and breathed India’s culture and politics. From its inception, this magazine had a unique appeal. The contours of the magazine shaped up from the conviction that there is a place and a purpose for critically evaluating both inherited wisdom and lived experience in India, the landscape of its culture and the pulse of its history. Based on the core values of secular orientation, critical spirit, freedom of expression and social responsibility, the web portal made reasoned analysis and comments.

This Collector’s Edition of PIO Indians web portal goes beyond the horizons and the limited mandate of the web version. Christened ‘Dialogue’, the print magazine seeks to bring together the best of the web portal while rectifying some of the shortcomings, by improving the content and expanding the profile of contributors. Dialogue has articles on art, music, film and literature. An overview of the essays and commentaries cover areas of politics, economy, communalism and social justice that are very much relevant in India today. Interviews and conversations with writers, actors, artists, travellers and editors provide a trenchant view of how they perceive their art and their craft, and the challenges they face in accomplishing a vision. Tributes are given to three historic personalities in India through an essay that seeks to re-discover the legacy of Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister and founding statesman of India, a short column on intolerance that banished a great Indian painter on charges of obscenity and a myopic national memory that forgot the illustrious founder-editor of Indian comics. A memoir that brings out the evocative experience of overcoming the English language barrier is peculiar to most post colonial societies, especially India, where the English language is a passport to a bright future. A historic view of the evolution of street theatre as a political weapon of the masses and the critical analysis of the depiction of violence in post partition cinema and novel, succinctly brought out in two essays, deal with the various cross currents in the Indian cultural scene today.

A separate section projects young and upcoming artists, dancers, musicians and song writers, which brings out the concerns of a new generation of Indians, who shoulder the responsibility of preserving and interpreting its ancient texts and traditions. A selection of fiction and poetry from young writers are presented as a portfolio. This special section explores other responses to the experience of being Indian that defies narrative journalism. There is also a representation of photo features by young photographers who brought to us first-rate stories of nature and wildlife, culture and people. 

The compilation of this special edition celebrates the life and work of two years of a dedicated team and their coming together in a happy reunion in a bigger canvas. The selection of stories and articles are representative and not exhaustive. In a way, Dialogue began as an off-shoot of the original web portal but it has transcended its boundaries and acquired a distinct voice and identity of its own. It is the culmination of an extremely courageous and idealistic venture by a young group, sustained by an encouraging and committed readership in India and abroad. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Tuesday 4 February 2014

The Memory of Love












The Memory of Love, Aminatta Forna, Bloomsbury, 2010

‘The Memory of Love’ is a novel written by Scottish born writer Aminatta Forna, the author of the powerful memoir ‘The Devil that Danced on the Water’ and two acclaimed novels ‘Ancestor Stones’ and ‘The Hired Man’. ‘The Memory of Love’ is a story of love and loss that binds seemingly scattered lives across a nation limping back to life. The landscape of the story is a small country in Africa, Sierra Leone, which has been ravaged by war and ravished by a hostile rebel group until a well meaning despot of a neighbouring country takes over and brings in peace. The coming of peace in this land is sudden and surreptitious. The people of the land, the recruits of the military junta, the soldiers who fought on and the soldiers who changed sides- all of them come together-the loyalists and betrayers, the rulers and former rulers, the persecutor and the victim all on the same side of a newly formed peaceful future. This is a new time and place, where they have to make peace with the past and their coerced present, marry murderers and love the enemies as their neighbours. People who cope, fill their life vehemently with the present alone, burying a livid past and live on as silent islands. That is why there is a different quality to the silence here- silence that does not find a need to be clothed with words, but is let loose and naked to roam among people like the wind and the sun. People who cannot cope are cleaved beings, caught between two worlds and stranded there, forever haunted by nightmares not of their making.

In this unforgiving landscape, four lives are irretrievably entangled. In the land of silence and muted sounds, an old man called Elias Cole talks from his death bed. He needs a listener, a witness to his testimonials and a man willing to be complicit in the making of ghost of memories. A British psychologist Adrian Lockhart arrives in search of a new purpose of life and finds much more than he hoped for. A committed doctor Kai Mansaray aspires to leave the shores of insomnia and gaudy nightmares and never does. A fiery woman Nenebah fights with equanimity for a place in her country and life. Four lives, whose beginnings are hard to trace, but are blessed with neat regimented endings. Four lives that are bound by love, loss and the memory of love.

Aminatta returns to her theme of war and its aftermath in her second novel and deftly weaves the threads of four haunted lives into an enduring tapestry of human survival. This story is of epic proportions both in the time span and thematic scale it hopes to portray. The questions of identity, loyalty and betrayal lead to the larger concerns of justice that is necessary for peace to be founded in this war torn land. In the end, what is left is whatever is unchanging- the red and mould of the earth, the salt of the sea and the blue and growling grey of the skies. Here, hope comes occasionally as a sunbird sitting on the windowsill or the birth of a child. Love comes as impromptu rendezvous between strangers. Words come unexpectedly, in low grunts piercing the silence. This is a stark, compelling story of four human beings, whose stale fear and colourless laughter stays on long after the last pages are turned.