Saturday, March 30, 2013


                 Coetzee: An Experience
It was dusk. I was deeply involved in my studies when I came across first time to John Maxwell Coetzee, one of the literary strongmen, in every aspect, to date. I remember yet clearly, in those days, I was studying for competitive examinations in 1999.Particularly, I was reading current affairs. A page caught my sight where it was written in the biographical format that this year’s Booker Prize goes to J M Coetzee, an African writer who writes about colonalisim,who has his own identity as a penman of odd issues in those days, who picks up a very simple theme and develop it with his high potential, whose characters are both black and white, who has complete empathy for his characters,who is very reclusive, whose only son died by an accident and whose personal life is an example of never ending grief and pains.
Next paragraph made me more curious about the writer. The book says –His Disgrace is considered as a modern classic. The use of language and his treatment to the plot is unique. Mainly, Coetzee is known for multi-dimensional treatment to his plot. Apparently looking tiny novel leaves many opportunities to the reader to think over his theme, charecters and so on.
This brief introduction of Coetzee aroused a deep curiosity in my mind. Very next day, I got a copy of Disgrace and ended it within next three days. I was astonished after turning the last page. Frankly speaking, I could not understand all aspects of the novel in first reading. It made restless for a while. What impressed me most was Coetzee’s daring to narrate David Lury’s, the protagonist of the novel, downfall as a teacher and secondly his allegoric treatment to the story. I felt that he is a writer of the first rank in world literature. Then I started my own search of his other writings. One day, in our college library, I found ‘Waiting for the Barbarion’, another masterpiece of Coetzee that was fully wrapped with many years old dust. I thought I was the first reader of that novel who was dusting off it. How nice! Just 170 pages. I could finish it within next two days, an immediate thought erupt in my mind. But when I started to read it, every page made me exhausted. I found it was difficult me to enter in the fictional world of Coetzee. His characters do not allow me to come up with them easily. With their movement in the plot, they crushed down every literary norm I ever pondered in my mind. I found, his characters have their own strenth, their own nature, their own human identity and above all their own grief and own mark of acceptance.Still, I was reading. Moving in the forest with the magistrate, the main character, trying to understand the pains of so called barbarians and inhuman treatment they receive from the world they circled in. Very slowly I was proceeding with the plot. Most of the things were very difficult me to understand.Initially,to see the size of the book, I thought that  I could read it within two days, but it took ten days to turn the last page. Much of the things still remain ununderstandable to me. ‘Reading Coetzee is a painstaking experience’.-that was my comment I still remember. But the greatness of Coetzee as a novelist made me his fan and still I am having same opinion.
Some of three years ago, I got an opportunity to translate his Disgrace in Marathi, my mothertounge.It was challenging, but I accepted it and within period of six months I completed its translation which was critically acclaimed work.
It was a memorable day when I personally met Coetzee in Jaipur literary festival where I could shoot photos with him and listened him as a contributor of that festival.
Today M Coetzee has a cult like status in the world literature. Many research projects have been under taken on hid work. Lots of conferences are organized to discuss Coetzee. You can’t think about modern literature without discussing Coetzee. But in the seventh decade of his age, he still stick up with his reclusiveness that is the special and much talked aspect of his personility.Coetzee is known for not receiving Booker Prize personally and criticized foe leaving South Africa and immigrated to Australia.
Considering all above issues, one cannot deny the greatness of Coetzee as a penman for years and years.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


Pieces of life-1
          I knew you knew that I liked her. Frankly speaking I was in her love. It was not possible me to express but it was a truth. I must accept, her appearance could make me happy and it was the only mood changing phenomenon for me. Her absence or delay in college used to made me restless. It resulted in bunking daily periods. A sincere and regular student like me, now, becomes a subject of wide discussion. Many rumors were spread like an uncontrolled hurricane that had no mercy for me. Some said I have lost my temper, some where blaming my ever growing closeness with the boys who have not good reputation in college. Some blamed my sound economical status and criticized as, ‘Money spoils youngsters.’ But, yet, they express concern for me as, ‘It is unfortunate.It should not have happened with me.’
I was also confused about the changing pattern of my day today life. Irregularity was become a key-word to refer me. I used to stay in my own world. Not a single moment could have passed without her thought. She had filled up my universe. I started to see her in every substance I came across. She was everywhere. On blackboard, in the face of my teacher, in my books, on the moving leaves of the tree and where not? But I had not any daring to talk her or utter even a single word before her. That is what I could do was to observe her keeping a long distance from her and dreaming for hours and hours,restlessly,without caring time and space. Air was filled up with her fragrance. Nature had borrowed its beauty from her. Her melodious voice was not human, but it was blessed. In those days, I always felt, she was not from this world; she was an angel, Gods special creation.
Sometime, I had observed in the premises of my college, thousands of eyes were chasing her. It brought a wave of jealous in my mind. I used to get angry for a while. My heart was running with uncontrollable breathings. Many thoughts came to destroy my peace of mind. A day came when I had lost my temper.I caught her speaking with a boy, an unknown creature whom I had not seen ever before. They were talking over a cup of tea in college canteen. She was laughing, holding a cup with one hand and picking up her hairs those playing with her chicks and placing them forcefully behind ears. I felt jealous for those hairs. How nice, if I could have been one of them. She was very busy; both were looking familiar to each other for long time. But who was he? It was not fair that she spend her time in this way. What will people think? I could not endure if anybody expresses bad words for her. I would kill him. People have tendency of searching issues for gossip. They make mockery on others. She might be become a victim. But she should be careful about that. It was better if she should not sit in canteen with any unknown boy. I was standing here in the shades of a tree that quiet away from them. From there, she could not see me, but everything was visible to me. And then it shocked me when I saw, they rose up and went towards parking area. I observed them with extreme curiosity, both were looking very happy in each other’s company. He touched her hand while walking. She also responded and fondled his middle finger .Breathlessly, I was observing everything. And he picked up his bike, dragged it out of the parking and kicked it. She also sat delicately on the back seat placing her palm on his shoulder. She was sitting very close to him; even air could not pass between them.
She was executing his directions, I meticulously observed. On his demand, she again moved ahead and just stick to his back then put her feather like hand on his thigh. I was looking everything like a dark and horrifying nightmare. I was helpless, devastated. He twisted accelerator and run the bike speedily. I felt, he was crushing my heart under his bike. Some drops gathered in the corner of my eyes. I was seeing them without a movement of my eyelid. They were riding on bike, but I felt they were swiming in my tears…..




Sunday, February 24, 2013


                    Contemplation

 

Serious contemplation is going on. It is a time when I need to concentrate on the things which are final determinant of ongoing ideas.Those will decide my fate,and can fulfill my year longs dreams. Coming dreams in existence and bring them into reality,I think both are not same things. May be reciprocal but not synonymous. Contempletion of dream is the real food for any brain. Brain can nourish and survive only when its this appetite will be satisfied.

Can brain only be a fleshy part of our body ? I don’t think so. Human Brain is the real creator of this world.It works and the things become possible,that is the perpetual experience of anyone.

But today,I have experienced my brain did not work it should have been.It brings a total  fatigue to my mind. I was completely exhausted.It is just failed to generate new ideas,that would be creative and productive.Going back to entire experiences,I relocate the place of brain in the productive charm of myself. Sometime,I consider myself without brain.It breathtaking consideration.How can one be consider himself without brain?All species are gifted with this.They move and work according to the instructions of this organ settled in the prime location of the body.Even trees must have brain somewhere,may be in special form.but,yes,it must be existed.Its locates the source of water and drinks it with the thousands of hands of its roots.

Great creations ever created and will be created are not possible without contemplation.This instinct is one of the major identity of human being.Considering over all such issues I instruct my mind be indulge in creative thinking.It is heard that most of the people don’t use their brain  with its full capacity.A general person uses only few percent of his brain’s capacity in entire life.This is astonishing to know. Acknowledged with this research,I have been trying to increase the utility value of my brain.Force it to engage in contemplation,serious contemplation.but,I think,it is mostly depend upon individuals will power .Can we cross the limit of our will power? I must admit it that it is not possible to me. I value my brain and its capacity, and allow it to work with its full strength and most of the time categorically notice its productive capability. Actually the capacity of brain is highly varied,differ from person to person.So, this thought struck me why should I ponder?Let the things go on as it have been going on to date. Why should I worry about new creation?It will come in reality  sometime. But, inside in me, somewhere a productive impulse always work as a stimulant. It never allow me to stop at any point. Sometime, in future, there is a possibility of great creation and why not? It asks me repeatedly.What a noteworthy positivity of this instinct? That doesn’t permit any outer force to become hurdle in my way.

So, consultating on all these reflections of mind ,I come on this conclusion that  contempletation should go on .It has to go, because.in short, that is the prime need of my survival.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

My story published in New Asian Writing.

Encroachment


29/07/2012

By Vishal Tayade

This is the first time in my life when I see my father, Appa crying . Making knees as a platform to settle down the head he is sobbing for long time with regular interval. My mother, Aai sits beside him and is tipping her ever flowing tears with an edge of sari. Both are looking helpless and collapsed. Entering the room, I see that pathetic scene and get shocked. This tiny ancestral home that covered with rusted tins fills with sorrow. All the misery of the world gathers in this ten by eight room, I feel.



We have no electricity at home. Perpetual darkness makes the scene gloomier. Today, I returned quite late from school and afraid of getting slapped for that. But no one noticed it. I am very hungry now and in mood of demanding food to Aai that is my usual habit after coming back from school. But to see the situation, I can’t dare to utter even a single word in that regard.Slowly,I reach to my mother and sit next to her and humbly I put my right palm on her shoulder. I am very confused and worried for not knowing the reason of this family grief. Noticing me in the home Appa wipes out his tears and stands up. Then, somehow, he casts a glance into the mirror hanging on the wall. Adjusting hairs with the comb of fingers he puts the slippers on and moves out without saying any word.



Then, I look around. Everything is as usual.Already; we have very few things at home. A wooden cot that plays music if you sit on it. It was brought when my father was a child, once he informed me. He has been sleeping on it since then. Actually, it was gifted to my grandfather by a landlord where he used to work as a watchman for long time. My grandfather took his last breath on the same cot, I witnessed.Afterwards, I avoid to sleep on it and prefers to sleep on the Aai’s lap on the floor. Apart from this cot, there is not any big or valuable thing in our home. Although, we have a tin trunk that usually sits under the cot but it is not less than a scrap.



Some Gods also share our room with us. They occupies the space on the wall where they are dwelling in a raw. Some of them are almost invisible due to the lampblack that coated the glass on their frame. Plus some spiders are worshipping by netting on them.



We have a very few utensils in our kitchen that is the place in one corner of the room. Two plates, two glasses, two bowels, three spoons, one ladle and few more things that is an asset of Aai’s territory. Pitiable thing is that more than two people can not eat at us at a time due to the lack of enough plates to serve. We take bath just outside the room where a thigh length triangular wall is stood that serves a role of bathroom. It is very close to main road that any pedestrian can peep into it. So it is mandatory to my mother to bath before the sunrise.



Though my parents are leading a painful life, they never talks about our penury before me, trying to fulfill all my needs. Our home is very close to main bazaar and my school is also on walkable distance. But the only question arises in my mind why my home is not as big as my other friends have?



***



Today, to observe the situation, I can guess that something serious is happened. Aai is still sobbing. Sometime later, she lifts her head and sees me. My appearance makes her restless for a while. She can not control her and cries her heart out. Somehow, she puts her right hand around my back and drags me against her chest. I put my both hands around her neck and holds her as tight as possible and burst out crying without understanding what to do.For few minutes, we are crying. I am confused. I am worried. I am feared. so, I am crying, that’s all.



After a while, I asks Aai,” Why are you crying, Aai. and Appa also?”



Without answering Aai let me sit on the thigh and put behind my hairs that are trying to enter my eyes. Then she rubs out my checks and swallows back the lump in her throat.



“Sonu, beta, we are in very difficult condition……” then she takes a pause and says, “But you will not understand it.”



“No Aai, I can understand, you, you tell me, tell me what happened? I never saw Appa crying ever.” I insist.



“See, Sonu, what happened? We have received a noticed from municipal co-operation.They ask us to leave this house within eight days. Otherwise they will tear it down.”



It shakes me somewhere inside.



“Why, Why Aai? Why should we leave our home?”I ask innocently and hold her more tightly.



“They say we are doing encroachment on government land.” And automatically her voice arises,” that bloody pig says they are planning to widen the road and our home is becoming an obstacle.”



“But Aai, what is an encroachment?”



“It means the land where our house is built up is not ours. But how it is possible. They must know we are living here for three generations.”Aai almost shouted while saying this and looks at the door. Then she throws some filthy abuses towards the road.



“But Aai, if they break our home down, where will we go?”



“Yes, yes, Sonu, that’s what I am saying them. Where will we go? My little son can understand it but they can’t.” Aai says while making some disgusted gestures in the air.



“Aai, where did Appa go? He is not seen anywhere.”



“Where can he go? Nobody can go anywhere. We are born here, survive here and will die here. Nobody can expel us from here. Let them remember. We are not going anywhere. Let them run a bulldozer on us. If that is our fate, then we are ready for that. We will die under bulldozer, but will not leave this place.”



Aai is shouting and crying frantically. She is looking helpless and exhausted. Then again she holds me against her chest and starts crying. But this time her hug was not that much tight.



About the Author



Vishal Tayade is a bilingual writer and translator who writes in English, Hindi and Marathi, his mother tongue. He has written two books for children and has translated seven books in Marathi. For details, visit his blog.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A Slice of Life

                       A single experience of life can be a good teacher than hundred books prescribed for an academic course.Practicability is the main factor behind this way of teaching-learning process.And again, this is completely non-formal method of education. More important thing is that once you learn something from any specific experience that remains permanently in your mind.In short,applicability is one of the important features of this learning process.Because the inputs of these experiences can be proved helpful to deal with other such occasions in life.
                        Everybody meets such experiences in their life now and then.But an  impact and its importance ,in respect of new direction in life, is differ from person to person.All these day today experiences make your life more meaningful and joyful. It provides some vision.When We listen anybody saying ,"That was the turning point in my life.." it means, he is also referring such golden slice of his life.
                          So,gather such slices and make life more enjoyble .
                      

Monday, February 20, 2012

Lost sun-glasses....

                                                             And finally I accepted its lost.Yes,sun-glasses,a ten years old companion is now become a part of my memories,more particularly my golden memories.Don't know how but it is no more with me.That's the fact. I have been seeing last ten burning summers through its glasses.It protected my eyes with its inborn,honest coolness.


                                                            In those days,when I was studying in university and simultaneously,I had started teaching to the aspirants of competitive examinations.Those occasionally engaged classes used to give me confidence on stage and also proved useful me to brushed up my reading of the subject.Apart from that it was also very good for me that satisfy my growing economical needs as I was just landed on lavish life-style like some of my friends. This lavishness was limited to frequent hoteling,enjoying movies and refueling my bike for its long run-up.

                                                          I was looking handsome in this sun-glasses,as my friends commented on my purchase of it,I felt very happy. Yes, one thing I would like to share, Sunil Shetty is responsible for buying me that goggle. In those days he was my favourite actor and he used to wear the same goggle in many of his movies. So his imitation was natural to me. Even one of my friends told me- you are looking like a Sunil Shetty, my pleasure knew no bounds.Plus, later on, I was informed that when I put on this sun-glasses my eyes become invisible to others. Its dark glasses made that possible. This was great news for me as I would easily stare at anybody, partcularly beautiful faces anywhere.

                                                          I clearly remember even today, I had generously offered this opportunity to many of my friends.So, the goggle also become famous among my friends.Rajesh; my close friend borrowed it from me during his meeting with his girlfriend. I benevolently handed over the sun-glasses to him though it most closes-to -heart matter for me. That meeting proved fruitful to him as she responded him positively and half of the credit went to my goggle. He told us later on she said him sun-glasses suits to his personality and asked him where did he buy it and so on. Rajesh had handled the situation deplomatically; he did not open the secret of its ownership. And many times, that after, he demanded it, even he was ready to buy it from me on whatever prise. Since it was not just another commodity for me but a thing close to heart, I was not willing to give it to him permantly.Being a good friend, he also understood my feelings and had been borrowed it occasionally.

                                                          Hussh! That sun-glasses, talking about whom I don't tire, is now lost.Completly disappeared. I did and doing my level best to search it out, but in vain. All possible places are being searched out; many of my goggle-liking friends are being cross-examined by me. Some notoriously acknowledged pilferers are threatened indirectly but every kind of endevarences has gone fail.

                                                          Now, I have started cursing myself. What can I do else? I say-I should not have been careless about it.Because, during initial days of its purchase, I was very careful in handling and placing it anywhere. In order to avoid scratches on it, I used to clean it only with a delicate piece of cloth. All my memories with this goggle are very clear. Though it did not belong to any international brand, but it was mine, my companion for ten years.

                                                          Today, sometime, I feel its presence in the nook of my bookshelf which was its place when it was not in work.

                                                          Let it be. Things happen. I try to convince myself but never dare to buy another one....my heart don't allow me to do so. Even my heart counsels me. Somewhere in the warm corner of my heart a feeling still persists that you will find your sun-glasses some day. You have not lost it forever. It is present somewhere around you and this is just a temporary punishment for your clumsiness. A day will arise certainly when you will find it is settled on your nose to enhance the attraction of your face. LET’S SEE............