The use of the word “goodwill” hints at the “peril” that he picks up later. Like, a host, he charges his Muslim guests of Bengali origin “goodwill” to accept the occasional snide remark and not dare use the language (s)he uses at home to create poetry. The peril – he says – is that of Hindutva. The fear, perhaps, is that Hindutva will do better what Assamese ethno-nationalism has not been able to do so well over the last decades.
Ten poets have been booked for “spreading communal disharmony”. They have been harassed, bullied and threatened online. Their private life has been ridiculed on my own social media feed over the last few days. The people have were part of the “intellectual” debate have gone silent. If they thought of their fellow poets as equals, one would assume at least one of them would have created a hullabaloo with the same fervor with which they debated the very idea of “Miyah poetry”
There is, of course, not an idea about policing people’s choices but to make them realise that the space that is being used for articulation of sympathy and solidarity is not the best strategy for the minoritarian position. This position – often with “critical waiting” – needs a new vocabulary that would allow the plight of sympathy to not drown in the silence of inaction but weaponise that silence and then make it speak.
Of course, my parents do not understand that I – with a Masters degree and even a PhD degree – may not have a stable income for ages – if at all. While they had job offers before leaving college and could actually buy homes and educate their kids in the post-1991 liberalization Indian economy, I could not have had a fraction of that security even if I tried.
Today after having realised that the Berlin leg of the concert is sold out I flipped out (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
The asking price was 5 euro. I could not resist. A part of me is sure that someone would give away such an edition because the book itself is a memory; more precisely, a memory someone wants to get rid of.
Since it is summer and one must have high hopes from it, I have decided to assign myself a reading list. Perhaps it is – as a friend said once – the joy of writing it out loud that makes making lists like these so exciting.
Now that summer break from the semester has officially started. Here are a couple of things that I actually want to do: ✔ Finish a summer reading list✔ Actually write things✔ Do a better job at keeping this blog alive; better than keeping plants alive anyway. Keeping that in mind, here is a bit of