Hansda Sowvendra Shekhar, the review i wrote like six months back or something is finally published.. enjoy ;) The synopsis of the book on its jacket unwittingly provides the link to the metaphor of the book. It reads: “Rupi birthed her eldest son squatting in the middle of a paddy field, shin-deep in mud and slush. Soon after, Gurubari, her rival in love, gave her an illness that was like the alakjari vine which engulfs the tallest, greenest trees of the forest and sucks their hearts out. Now Rupi, once the strongest woman in her village, lives out her days on a cot in the backyard, and her life dissolves into incomprehensible ruin around her.” With just a little replacement and play of words, this can be used to expose the metaphor: “The aboriginal tribals of India birthed their civilization amidst a lot of pain and struggle. Then after, the rest of the civilization and its rival in resources, city-settlers, gave them an illness that was like the alakjari vine which engulfs the tallest, greenest trees of the forest and sucks their hearts out. Now the tribal people, once the strongest in the world, live out their days in the backyard of human consciousness, and their life dissolves into an incomprehensible ruin around them.” sify/news/take-an-inside-look-at-the-oldest-people-of-india-news-columns-okgqGlgaaaieb.html
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 09:27:02 +0000
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