Sunday, March 24, 2013

Agha Shahid Ali; the poetry of loss and longing



Mir Liyaqat
Research scholar
Pune University

Loss and longing are universal human passions which are predominantly active in sensitive souls that always try to find vent into something more glorious and charming. The etymological meaning of word ‘loss’ according to the Oxford Advanced learners dictionary is the state of no longer having something or as much of something; the process that leads to this or the disadvantage that is caused when somebody leaves or when a useful or valuable object is taken away; a person who causes disadvantage by leaving. In literary nomenclature, essence of loss is indeed a complex phenomenon and its thematic interpretations are embedded with psychological, emotional, artistic, social and realistic approaches. The sense of loss originates from a situation of doubt or when “a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”, as stated by the John Keats. Long back, Johann wolf won Goethe in his essay, “escape from ideas”, interpreted the state of doubt with reference to both human beings and work of art. A sense of loss, no doubt, is deeply related to the state of unconsciousness which passes through various psychological processes. On the other hand, Longing is a sense of hope and desire which is like a fire that sets action aflame. The same sense is expressed by emotions such as "craving" or "hankering". When a person desires something or someone, their sense of longing is excited by the enjoyment or the thought of item or person, and they want to take actions to obtain their goal. 
     
Agha Shahid Ali (1949-2001) a Kashmiri-American Diasporic poet who was born in 1949 at Delhi but was brought up in Kashmir, the land to which he had a deep sense of belonging. He died of brain cancer in December, 2001 and was buried in Northampton, Massachusetts. He authored several collections of poetry, including Rooms Are Never Finished (2001), The country without a post office (1997). The beloved witness: selected poems (1992). A Nostalgist’s Map Of America (1991), A walk Through the Yellow Pages (1987), The Half Inch Himalyaas (1987). In Memory to Begum Akhter and other poems (1979), and Bone and Sculpture (1972). He was the author of T.S Eliot as editor (1986), translator of The Rebel’s Silhouette: selected poems by Faiz Ahmad Faiz (1992) and editor of Revisiting Disunities: real Ghazal in English (2000).



Shahid can favorably be compared with other “Regional” writers like Seamus Heaney from Ireland, Derek Walcott from the Caribbean and Mahmoud Dervish from Palestine, whose art is surcharged with the politics of their native countries. What these writers share is a rootedness in place and native landscape.  The Palestinian critic, Edward Said comments: “this is poetry whose appeal is universal, its voice unerringly eloquent.”1 Ali writes his poetry which pleads of the great loss of his mother and motherland, friends and foreign land, his beloved, Kashmir and his love for life. Though a poet of great sensibilities he portrays gloom and loss. To him the sense of loss and longing constituted the basic condition for poetry. It underlines the reality that poet normally thrive on the themes of separation, absence, exile and loss. In the case of Ali it was both in his spirit and blood. To him the loss and longing appear as a metaphor for his beloved which he willingly embraces and keeps as his constant companion. This also makes him a poet of distinction while he thematizes one experience to another by providing poetic virgin to each expression. This poetic art becomes his distinguished gift with which he is able to look into the depth of loss and longing, and completely gets immersed in its unending charm and prefers to remain in that ‘ magic casement’ forever. In this figuring of his homeland, he himself became one of the images that were spinning around the dark point of stillness—both shahid and shahed, witness and martyr—his destiny inextricably linked with Kashmir’s, each prefigured by the other.
I will die, in autumn, in Kashmir,
and the shadowed routine of each vein
will almost be news, the blood censored,
for the Saffron Sun and the Times of Rain. …  

All the volumes of Agha Shahid Ali remain replete with poetic expressions of displacement, exile and longing to come back to the place of belonging i.e. the valley of Kashmir. These images come to the fore in his writings when the poet conceptualizes the loss of lovers, home, country and the memory itself. Right from his first collection of poems, Bone-Sculpture, we can see the sense of loss and longing in one form or another. In this collection, he depicts and structures the pangs of separation without revealing to himself and others the details of his personal circumstances which took him away from his homeland. Ali’s next collection, A Walk Through the Yellow Pages, lifts the poet from the sense of loss and destruction to enjoy a slightly lighter vein. He experimented with different styles from bathroom graffiti to restaurant menus and the dialogue interactive form. However, in spite of all this there exists cynical poetic loss at the back of his mind. But the sense of loss and longing gets highly personalized in the volume, In Memory of Begum Akhtar. Here we find his emotional loss coming to the fore. Begum Akhtar; a Kashmiri female singer used to sing ghazals of Mirza Galib and Faiz Ahmad Faiz in the drawing room of his house in Kashmir.

In the Half- Inch-Himalayas, Ali’s sense of loss and longing takes another dimension of his nostalgic feelings. Here he focuses on a specific situation, when he wrote about the loss and this loss had a name---India, Kashmir and his own clan Agha family in Kashmir. Ali’s first love was Kashmir, be in New Delhi, Pennsylvania or Amherst, his pen never failed writing about the loss of men, meadow and material of the beautiful valley, Kashmir. Poem after poem be it “ Postcard from Kashmir,” “The Snowman,”  “ Prayer Rug,”  “ Cracked Portrait,” “Story of a Silence,” Ali’s heart always remained full of his beloved Kashmir. The theme of loss and longing takes on a diversed form in a Nostalagist’s Map of America, a situation of an escape from reality when he faces all-round uncertainty in a foreign land. It deals with his status as an immigrant on the soil of U.S.A and depicts a sorrowful state of mind when he faces the death of his friend, Philip Paul Orlando, who was suffering from a dreadful disease. In the poem Ali frames the texts with an epigraph, “What have you known of lost? That makes you different from other men?” and the recurrent theme of love and longing that prevails almost in every poem of Ali as in ‘The Season of Plains’ he writes ‘their utter summer, messages pass between lovers. Heeer and Ranja and others of legends, their love forbidden, burned incense all night waiting for answers…’

In The Country without a Post Office, Agha Shahid Ali’s sense of loss and longing reaches its climax, where Kashmir becomes the centre stage of his thoughts. The very title of anthology is suggestive of the complete and all-pervasive sense of loss for the poet. It’s a look on Kashmir that is, current history and poetry in the sense that the people of Kashmir are still for the democracy in real sense. It brings on forefront the feelings of the people their pain, suffering and anguish. They are still waiting for the day when their pain would come to an end, whatever the people of Kashmir have experienced in the past decades, the bloodshed, losing the dear and losing the peace for which Kashmir was known. In the 1990’s for seven months, there was no mail delivered in Kashmir, because of political unrest and violence. A friend of the poet’s father watched the post office from his house, as mountains of letters piled up. One day, he walked over to the piles and picked a letter from the top of one, discovering that it was from Ali’s father and addressed to him. He mourns the devastation that has visited on his childhood home, Kashmir which once called the paradise on earth In the poem “I See Kashmir from New Delhi at Midnight” he writes, “Drippings from a suspended burning tire, are falling on the back of a prisoner, the naked boy screaming, “I know nothing” (13-15). As post office symbolizes a particular address and an identity of a specific person who lives in a country and at the same time the absence of it means an eclipse of his existence from the world, such a situation becomes unbearable for the poet and therefore laments his despair throughout the narrative of the poem. It was in The Country without a Post Office   that rediscovered his Kashmir connection and helped paint an unbiased image of the plight of the people of the vale before the world. Agha Shahid Ali offered a speaking portrayal of Kashmir from the days of Haba Khatun to the recent days. In predominantly elegiac tone, Ali draws parallels between Sarajevo and ancient Greece and offers a series of speaking sketches of terror and torture. But Ali is still hopeful that the conditions in Kashmir will become normal. In the same poem in the end he writes, “I’ve tied a knot, with green thread at Shah Hamdan, to be, united only when the atrocities, are stunned by your jeweled return” (52-55). Shah Hamdan is a shrine in Kashmir where both Hindus and Muslims tie knots with green thread. It is a kind of ritual which is supposed to bring peace and love between the two communities. Though Ali writes about loss but he is a poet with hope. In all his writings, he ends on a positive note. He is hopeful that one day everything will be normal.
 The Rooms Are Never Finished, convey the vast range of the sense of loss that make him to traverse or pass through a series of sad happenings. This collection was nominated as finalist for National Book Award in America. It dealt with his personal loss or devastation, his mother’s death and the subsequent journey of her dead body back to Kashmir where she wished to be buried.

Ali’s last collection, Call Me Ishmael Tonight, adds a mythical dimensions to the theme of loss and longing. Based on the Biblical it is a book of ghazals in English. Ali worked assiduously to establish a place in American literature for the formal discipline of the ghazals and in a typical Faiz Ahmad Faiz style and with publishing of this book he was been able to achieve that place. In this collection he has made references to the Quranic version of the Abraham parable but with a slight difference where in Quran, Ishmael has been shown willing to be sacrificed but here it’s the elder Ishmael rather than Isaac who is called as the sacrifice of God. Being an ardent advocate of ghazals, he firmly believed that the rules of the ghazals should be clear and classically stringent.

Conclusion
Thus Ali’s poetry casts its craft and concern upon histories of loss, longing, injustice and brutality particularly those endured by Kashmir weaving simultaneously the threads of individual’s experience and that of people close to him. Ali challenged himself to form a consummate original art and consciousness in order to struggle against the factors which inevitably work to create a sense of loss in his personal, social, emotional and intellectual involvements especially in the state of Kashmir that for him remains an alter ego, and a rich source of inspiration for creative purpose. It’s in this perspective of the tragedy of his birthplace that Ali writes, “A pastoral,” in which he seems to be burning with desire and longing for peace in Kashmir.

We shall meet again, in Srinagar,
By the gates of the villa of peace,
Our hands blossoming into fists
Till the soldiers return the keys and disappear. Again we will enter
Our last world, the first that vanished
In our absence from the broken city.

REFERENCES
Edward Said, Tributes (Kashmir: Agha Shahid Ali Foundation, 2002) 46.
Ali,Agha Shahid. Bone- Sculpture. Arizona: SUN. Gemini Press, Inc, 1972.
---. In Memory Of Begum Akhtar. Calcutta: Writers Workshop, 1979.
¬---. A Walk Through The Yellow Pages. Calcutta: Writers Workshop, 1987.
---.The Half-Inch Himalayas. Pennsylvania, U.S: Wesleyan University Press, 1987.
---.A Nostalgist’s Map of America. New York, U.S: W.W.Norton and Company, Inc, 1991.
Ali, Agha Shahid. 1997. The Country Without a Post Office. New York, U.S: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.
---. Call Me Ishamael Tonight. New Delhi: Permanent Black, 2004.






















Saturday, March 16, 2013

LEGENDS WILL INSPIRE THE GENERATION



On February 11, exactly 29 years after when the main ideologue of Jammu and Kashmir Liberation Front Maqbool Bhat was hanged in 
Tihar jail. The History witnessed another political hanging of a Kashmiri; an ex- militant turned fruit seller M.A.Guru terrorized and tortured by the so called security agencies executed amid secrecy and urgency to satisfy the collective conscious of India. After the epic one sided trial in the Supreme Court of India found him guilty on the circumstantial grounds in carrying an attack on the Indian parliament in the 2001. Interestingly both the Martyrs happened to be from the North Kashmir which not only have a long history of sacrifices but have given birth the iconic heroes who time to time shaped the political contours of state. Being the frontier part of valley and heavily militarized it always remained the strong bastion of resistance movement over the years.

The case of M.A. Guru was somewhat different than the judicial trial of Maqbool Bhat, who was already on the death sentence and petitioned to the then President of India Giyani Zail Singh for clemency on the grounds of an unfair trial.  But his clemency was rejected and hanged subsequently in a retaliatory action after the JKLF members on February 6, 1984 kidnapped and murdered the Indian diplomat Ravindra Mhatre in Birmingham, England. Afzal’s case was a share miscarriage of justice like denying a lawyer at the most crucial stage of his judicial trial and convicted him on a mere flimsy grounds left a black blot on the Indian judiciary forever. Moreover Afzal also had a right under the Indian constitution to challenge the rejection of his mercy petition which was open to judicial review but the continues harassment and judicial humiliation right from the first day of his trial forced him to drink the hemlock of grave injustice and discrimination exhibited by the Indian judiciary.

It is not the first time that the hapless people of state are facing this brazen denial of justice from a country claiming herself the deity of democracy but over the last 24 years it has been the sordid tale of every ordinary Kashmiri. Whether, it is the case of Konin Poshewara mass rape, Jaleel Andrabi murder, Custodial Disappearances or the Shopian gang rape and murder, every time Indian judiciary and its probing agencies failed to live up to the cannons of justice. However Afzal’s case was the last litmus case before the highest seat of Indian judiciary to deliver justice. But being Muslim and Kashmiri in India, the cloak of justice as usual is used as a tool of vengeance by the jingoist media, fanatic right wing groups and other so called secular political parties for their dirty power politics on the name of ‘ultra-patriotism’. The way the sitting minsters of the ruling party along with opposition parties in Delhi were passing statements in full media glare and the way other fanatic groups were bursting crackers and distributing sweets to celebrate the hanging is a new face of incredible India. Where justice has become mirage and the so called democratic leaders have become blood thirsty.

Afzal's hanging may be an event of celebration or a case of vote bank politics in India but it definitely has given Kashmir only another martyr to strengthen their political beliefs against the repression which was immediately echoed by the beleaguered CM of state saying that it will definitely inspire the well learned and politically mature third generation of the conflict. I think the CM rightly diagnosed the coming events because the young generation of Kashmir have not seen Maqbool Bhat only they heard about him but the Afzal Guroo will become a living legend of the movement because they have seen him and feel his execution. By clamping curfew, barring people to protest against the execution, gaging media are the usual combination of brute force and Machiavellian manipulation designed to pit people against each other over the protest calendars are the tested tactics by a  the oppressor. It will be very interesting to see how the people of state will collectively react in the summer when the boots will return to barracks because as a nation, we are notorious of forgetting its martyrs for the sake of electric transformers and daily wages. It will be also interesting to see how the Separatist camp will capitalize this sacrifice to shrink the space of pro-Indian political parties before they stage any drama to hoodwink the people for their power politics.  Although the clandestine execution of Afzal have exposed them time and again of being rubber stamps and toys in the hands of New Delhi as for as the political decisions of the state are concerned. They will continue to roll crocodile tears for their political benefits in and off the assembly to show people that we protested and were not in favor of execution. Thus it becomes crystal and clear that they are just installed statues, who are well paid to show the world that a democratic setup is working in the state under the Indian constitution.

On the other hand it may be tough and fatal to come out on roads and protest against the state terrorism in the valley but the Kashmiri’s working and studying in various states in India protested openly and their eternal romance with freedom resonated in the backyard of oppressor. The slogans like we want Azadi, hang me I am Afzal were chanted by the brave hearts mostly students enrolled in various varaisites defied all odds of restrictions and fear psychosis of being arrested and targeted shows the volcano of revolution is simmering and it’s the matter of time when the old empire of oppression will succumb before aspirations. The protests at the Jantar Mantar, Hyderabad and Dehradun although attacked by Hindu fascist collaborated by police shows that the more oppression is inflicted on us the stronger we are emerging. For the cause it is a positive change but for tyrant it’s an alarming signal for the oppressor that the young Shaheens of valley irrespective of gender and region are united on one page that is freedom form the forceful occupation. A student in the Osmania University goes poetical and emotional while leading a protest rally in the campus against the execution in this way…

assi khoon dyut na? Azaadi (have not we given blood? Freedom
assi yaar dit na? Azaadi (have not we given our dear ones? Freedom
lakchaar dyut na? Azaadi (have not we given our childhood? Freedom
garre baar dyut na ? Azaadi (have not we given our homes? Freedom
gam khaar dit na? Azaadi  (have not we given caring ones? Freedom
teilli kyaazi yee ne? Azaad (then why do not it comes? Freedom

The way hastily typed memo was deliberately send by the speed post with every name insultingly misspelt, baring family the last chance to meet him and turning the whole valley into a concentration camp in order to stop the back clashes will not deter the people of Kashmir. The local collaborators can make rucks in the assembly of fools, can broadcast emotional statements to vow the people, fanatics in India and media can celebrate the hanging, like medieval people barely aware that they had lost the moral authority to rule Kashmir a long time ago, when the first bullets were fired at Gawkadal Bridge. The more disproportionate brute force is unleashed in the nook and corner of Kashmir to crush the freedom sentiment the more strong and sacred the resolve and cause becomes. The hanging of Maqbool Bhat and Afzal Guroo have not frightened and traumatized Kashmiris but it made them proud and brave enough to take the struggle to its logical end.
Come Oh tyrant let’s try our skill!
You try your bow I will try my heart!