Wednesday, 27 July 2016

KASHMIR Scars of Pellet Gun by Mannan Bukhari | Partridge Publishing India



The book titled KASHMIR Scars of Pellet Gun authored and compiled by a prominent Kashmir-based human rights defender Mannan Bukhari is the first of its kind to be written on the subject, and contains the details of horror caused by the use of pellet Gun in Indian controlled Kashmir Valley. By dent of his hard work, the author is unique among the contemporary thinkers, whose incisive thought has a great deal of attention both here & abroad.

Reliving his experiences and endless dialogue with the people of his land, which one has not seen so far; one find his emotional attachment to it the way author has presented book with the starting of reminiscent of 1990 when the armed struggle against illegal brutal occupation of India was on surge and has also highlighted that 70,000 people have been killed, nearly 8,000 have been subjugated to enforced disappearance, and thousands have been raped. Mannan has also presented a fleeting look of 2010 civil unrest and the unjustified killings and arrests.

Pellet guns were introduced in Kashmir as non-lethal alternative to quell the pro freedom demonstrations after more than 130 demonstrates were killed by the police and paramilitary in firing during 2008, 2009 and  2010 unrest. Since its introduction in Kashmir in 2010, the 'deadly' Pump Action Shotgun or Pellet Gun is a preferred weapon used on civilians, including protesters and bystanders, alike.
The book is divided into eight chapters which includes information acquired through RTI, medical practitioner’s experiences and observations on pellet caused injuries and fatalities, stories of some of the survivors, accounts of family members, thereby unveiling the lethality of so-called non-lethal weapons. Highlighting “The Brutal Face of Suppression283-page book makes it clear that pellets have caused unprecedented horror to survivors; there are the cases of lost vision, crippling lung, chest, and facial injuries. The age group 13 -30 has been the worst hit of this deadly weapon.
The beauty of the book, published by Partridge India, A Penguin Random House Company, that is a leading publication house, has cover page photo of a real X-Ray of a human skull maimed with pellets, all deep in the eyes, bones and brains which clearly indicates the lethality of the weapon which government is claiming to be non-lethal.
According to the book, the medicos treating the pellet victims in Srinagar find pellets deadlier than bullets. The surgeons often say a bullet hits one or two organs but a pellet damages multiple organs that too with multiple perforations.
By taking the work seriously the fraction in book documents a study conducted by SK Institute of Medical Science, Soura Kashmir, which divulged that from June 2010 to September 2010 alone, pellet gun fire have caused death of at least six persons, severely injured 198 persons and five persons according to report have lost their eyesight following the pellet injuries. 
The book also highlights the continuous fear of State machinery especially intelligence agencies as a result of which many families prefer to treat their victims in private clinics as in Government Hospitals they fear being rounded up by intelligence agents and fear from police to register cases against pellet victims under section of sedition and waging war against state.

Although a large number of pellet injury victims have not even been part of protests as their narration reveals that how they were just hit in a targeted manner. As revealed in the book the families of the pellet affected youth face shortage of financial resources and as a result the treatment of victims has been stalled.
It is heart wrenching to read how youth left their homes but never came back, but with the pierced bodies busted with pellets by government forces. They promised to come back to their parents but came in coffins. 
The Judgment of the State Human Rights Commission obtained through RTI Act by the author, substantiates the author’s stand and says, “..From the report, it is clear that the deceased and the injured were completely innocent civilians but for the misadventure and unbridled powers exercised by CRPF personnel a precious life has been lost and the present subject has sustained permanent disability. The incident is an example which shows that many innocent civilians have unnecessarily lost their lives only because the Security forces had run amok and were not subjected to any command or control.”
The author presents the haunted baggage of the victims who were injured in this chaos and could not even receive proper medical attention. Their parents did not have a single penny than to fulfill the last wish of their dying children, of eating an ice-cream. How these scars can let their parents to live in peace?    

The author has also highlighted the worst condition of pellet sufferers who have been subjugated to complete vision disability, many are mentioned there who have faced excesses by forces, some of them have been blinded, some of them have disfigured.

The author supplies an in-depth analysis of various aspects of the problems faced by the victims and their families. The heart rending accounts shared by the victims, their families and the details provided by the doctors who have treated these pellet gun victims is bone chilling for a reader.

The two defining aspects of the book are that it has one focused on statistics and has also featured the prominent works by other writers. The book from page no 89 to 168 documented the articles from renowned journalists and they have severely criticized the use of pellet gun on innocent civilians. By documenting these articles which have appeared in different publications including New York Times, Mannan in other words claims that this act of suppression and brutality occurred before the eyes of the world and still nothing happened.
The author has presented R.T.I Reports from different hospitals of the valley and from this statistics we have come to know that from a minor public healthcare facility to a major hospital of the valley all have received scores of patients suffering from pellet injuries since its use from 2010 by government forces. It also offers medical research articles prepared by renowned doctors of the valley.
Gautam  Navalakha in his foreword of “ Kashmir Scars of Pellets Gun’’ has depicted it as a book which tells you records and documents, what befell people at the hands of Indian occupation forces, when the military forces turned “non-lethal”. And in so doing it further lends credence to the body of literature about the hideous aspect of ‘War to win Hearts’, where not just hearts but minds are target of attack.”

According to Gautam Navalakha a prominent human rights activist, “the significance of this book, lies in collection and collating of data acquired through RTI as well as based on medical practitioners own experience and observations on pellet caused injuries and fatalities. It is stories of some of the survivors, accounts of family members and others that recalls real life happenings as they unfold and their aftermath. It is the everydayness of this happening, the real events and those involved. It is told simply and lucidly. But in the end it is much more than that.”

From this book ‘Kashmir Scars of Pellet Gun’ we came to know that author has worked with his full enthusiasm to get data via RTI and has visited continuously to the pellet gun victims across the valley. The author has also documented static’s and data to support the argument that the use of pellet gun is a crime against humanity. A detailed account of the havoc created by the deadly pellet gun in Kashmir Valley is shown in readable and entertaining style.


Overall, the book is effective, because of its sensational, horrific but unique subject matter. The author has done admirable job and the style of writing is brilliant and a stunning work by the author Mannan Bukhari that touches your heart to the core. The book is memorable and powerful, and as evidenced by its appealing title “Kashmir Scars of Pellet Gun” and wonderful Teaser/ Tagline “The brutal face of suppression, has successfully succeeded in bringing to the world a story previously largely unknown, denied, or ignored. This book would surely mark the beginning of a new chapter in the history of use of pellet gun on humans, Suppression and Kashmir. As such, it stands as a success. This book will challenge our way of thinking, bring tears to our eyes and screws us with the unexpected sufferings of the victims and their families.

Reviewed by Saba Shah
Saba Shah is a social activist and a freelancer. She can be emailed at: sabashah108@gmail.com 

Are You Right For Me? by Andrew G. Marshall | Bloomsbury


A common boast among the youth today regarding relationships is “I deserve better”. Actually this has become a college slang these days, but looking beyond the childish notions of relationship, there is a major section of couples who are facing the same kind of dilemma in there serious, long and well established relationships, the rescuer named Andrew G. Marshall, addresses such complicated questions and offers the solution, wrapped in the layer of a better and healthy relationship. 

The book “Are You Right For Me?” offers a seven step principle, in understanding and getting clarity and commitment in relationships. This book will surely help those who think that something is not correct between two of them and also those who are trying to find the perfect soulmates for them. Written in an interactive and lucid way, without getting trapped in technicalities, it describes various issues on relationships with real life examples, of true couples, who faced the same kind of situation and drives you towards a better choice. When the life is so fast now and we have scarcity of even time, then it is obvious to get directionless but Marshall with his brilliance as marital therapist can show the path, vividly.


This book is worth reading once for everyone, because at some or the other point in life all of us face exactly the same kind of questions as mentioned in this book. The tough and dilemma centric issues on relationship needs some expert treatment and no one can do this better than Marshall, the pages in this book surely deserves the sight of your eyes, almost unavoidably!

Reviewed by Partho Mishra
A wisdom sharer interested in creative thoughts and innovations, especially in areas of rich literature, applied physics and computers and technology. Also a freelancer in all these related areas.
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I Love You but I’m Not in Love with You by Andrew G. Marshall | Bloomsbury


In our world, when we have introduced a concept like “Virtual Reality”, our actual life also revolves in a world which doesn’t exist, so in order to erode away the dust of confusion and dilemma Andrew G. Marshall has taken the baton in his hand and that too with extraordinary zeal and enthusiasm. This book on relationships is really the path breaker in dealing with such complex problems with utmost ease. Marshall has pretty vividly portrayed the minute aspects, ups and downs and swirl of emotions rising and falling inside human brain and not only that, he has provided apt solutions for the same too. He through his pen sometimes gets into the robe of a perfect counsellor, sometimes a true friend and sometimes the healer of emotional wounds. The seven steps which have been described in that book will really bring passion of love back in anyone’s life whosoever is passing through a phase of emotional trauma. A series delve through a very wide lens has been offered to the readers, to extremely complex relationship problems, with the flair of Marshall’s understanding and expertise.

A must read for every couple who is going through a lot of doubts and confusions regarding their relationship. This book can bring a new perspective towards their relationship and may provide if not best, then surely a better outlook towards each other. Every relationship deserves a second chance and this treatise can help couples find the fourth dimension towards a better sustainable relationship, so that, they may not lament over their “relationship status “ as “single” on social media.

Reviewed by Partho Mishra
A wisdom sharer interested in creative thoughts and innovations, especially in areas of rich literature, applied physics and computers and technology. Also a freelancer in all these related areas.
Twitter handle- @UNIMANULLARDUKE
E-mail id - parthomishra016@gmail.com
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Lucy Saxon's The Almost King | Bloomsbury


The second milestone by Lucy Saxon in the “Take Back the Skies” series binds the readers in the realm of scientific fiction so tightly that for once we get transported completely to the imaginary world created by the extremely talented story teller. We tend to become a part of the wonderful novel. It immerses the reader into a dystopian cross old-London world through the heroic adventures of Aleks. The reader directly reaches in the midst of an adventurous surrounding, triggering with wonderful fantasies. Very cleverly with adventure and sci-fi galore, Lucy has added a pinch of romance to the plot.

The Almost King is a story about Aleks Vasin, who chooses the road less travelled and urges to become a noble soldier. He starts off with signing up to conscription, but soon realizes his idea is somehow not correct. He only has faint ideas about the fenced soldier camp. He faces the brutality of the camp, the torments of the higher officials. His hopes get shattered to debris. He decides to flee. Acquiring his stolen possessions and a horse, reaches a small town, there he meets an inventor and falls in love, there he begins a journey, that opens a new faucet of fantasies and adventures.

There are many unique elements in Lucy’s novel which makes it stand apart from the regular fantasy novels. It has an action packed cliff-hanger plot with a lot of twists, which makes it worth reading. The style of writing is simple and beautifully arranged, she has successfully avoided the trap of being too verbose or too laconic, which springs and retains the interest of the readers till the end. A remarkable thing about the novel is how the characters and surroundings are developed and unfolded. The depth and beauty of the protagonist’s character was naturally shaped in the course of the plot. There are a lot more interesting characters and incidents but to reveal them completely would be an injustice to Lucy’s grace and flawless expressions. There were some of the loopholes in the plot as the relationship between Aleks and Saria blossomed pretty quickly, then the death of Zohra.


The ending was very smartly plotted and hence left vacant spaces for a future plot. For fantasy and sci-fi enthusiasts, this novel is definitely a page turner and can take the level of imagination to different heights, this has many jaw dropping action sequences to offer on a platter of uniqueness and literary brilliance.

Reviewed by Partho Mishra
A wisdom sharer interested in creative thoughts and innovations, especially in areas of rich literature, applied physics and computers and technology. Also a freelancer in all these related areas.
Twitter handle- @UNIMANULLARDUKE
E-mail id - parthomishra016@gmail.com
Contact number- +917563808595

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Megan Miranda’s Soul Print | Bloomsbury



Megan Miranda’s Soul Print published by Bloomsbury jumps into the sea of literature as a sci-fi thriller. Although the novel encompasses scientific observation yet it floats into the world which seems to be fantastical. Megan Miranda here raises new possibilities where she connects people to their previous criminal souls. However, one can question: what is real in her writing?

Martin Luther king rightly says:
"Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."

Similarly, in this novel science misguides a lot and this limitation of science becomes the reality and the essence of Miranda's "Soul Print".

The narrative begins with the story of a seventeen-years-old girl Alina Chase whose soul(supposed to be the soul of June Calahan) is contained in an Island with thirty-two guards. The psychological commotion going on in Alina's mind sets the ground for an immense suspense ahead in the story which compels readers to turn the pages without much effort. Contained Alina says:

"I didn't have a choice. I'm being contained because it's too dangerous for my soul to be free."

The entire novel envelops Alina's pursuit-story to discover how and why her soul is a "perceived threat". Indeed, the story essentially reflects the quest of Alina to find her own identity eclipsed under the cloud of June's soul. It manifests how a girl craves for becoming herself. Even a mere idea of escape from containment is immensely titillating for her. The major focus of the novel is: Will Alina be able to escape from the Island and be able to free herself from her past life?

Alina is born with lots of trouble. It becomes totally inhuman to insert a tracker inside the rib of a little girl so that her soul, the so-called criminal soul of June, would not be able to roam freely. June Calahan never appears physically in the story but haunts almost every character. However, readers grow curious to know what was the crime June committed; was that really a crime or was just made to like so.

The idea of freedom always enlightens a chained person; so Alina also sparkles with hope when the idea of freedom is triggered by Cameron, an unknown young lad. Cameron cuts the tracker out of her rib. The anticipation of enjoying freedom is ecstatic to the extent to overshadow the acute pain Alina was going through due to the cut that bleeds constantly for the want of stitches. She admits overwhelmingly :

"My heart races as I imagine the ocean-the calm blue that stretches straight to freedom."
Miranda pours in the philosophy of existentialism through Alina's constant questioning on her own existence. The time Alina gets that her physical freedom is not too far, new struggle starts for recognising her own individual identity. She contemplates:

"I feel as if I do not exist."

Indeed, the personage of Casey who accompanies Cameron (later recognised as Cameron's own sister) drags the attention of readers the most. It is Casey who is the first to make Alina realise the power of identity. Alina regrets on the fact how her containment has deprived her of the enjoyments of life Casey's enjoyed ; the art of swimming, the knowledge of computer programming and with these the confidence and courage. Casey rebukes Cameron when he tries to display his talent of stitching that he never practiced before. She says:

"I bet outrunning three guards and outswimming a motorized boat aren't on your list of talents."
Hearing this Alina wished  to be like her "more competent ,more capable". Thus Casey comes out as a foil to Alina.

The novel gathers momentum with the entrance of one of the sinister characters, Dominic Ellis. Firstly, he emerges as the main mind planning Alina's escape using Casey. However, the just-received freedom of Alina seems to be in danger as now she gets contained in Dom's clutches. She is Dom's slave now and cannot go against Dom's wish. It is unknown where Dom is carrying Alina. She loses the right to ask anything as she says:

" I am so far beyond asking."

In order to unfold the layers of suspense behind all these chasings Miranda uses flashback technique. Narration shifts backward to uncover the vital clues of Alina's past. It is quite interesting that Alina herself peels off the haziness and confusion attached to June. The story goes back to unravel the story of June and Liam. June and Liam once hacked a database (database recording the data of criminal souls) at the security of Alonzo-Carter Cybersecurity thereby crushing the arrogance of two founders ,Alonzo and Carter, that their database is secured to unhackable. The informations from the database became raw material for some scientists who started devising a strange correlation of present criminals of his time to the souls who were criminals in past lives. June and Liam thought to warn society of all criminal souls so that the future crime would be anticipated thus prevented. Unfortunately June pays for her too much faith in humanity and knowledge as she was blamed to misuse the information for blackmailing people. The excitement in experimenting over printing criminal souls ends in the murder of both June and Liam. Miranda rightly says:

"This is what a belief can do to you."

Till then the story progresses on fantastical ground of "soul printing", but Miranda intellectually wipes these fictional framing with connecting all the fiasco to the " lust for money". Dom is chasing Alina to access the money he thinks June must have hide somewhere and he strongly believes that Alina must know where the money is kept. Alina says to Dom when he tries to titilate her by the charm of money:

"No , I don't want June's money."
"Your money" (Dom corrects)
"June's money" (Alina re-corrects)

In due course Alina is convinced that the rumours about June's and Liam's crie were all rubbish and now she is determined to destroy the source (database) of all these mess. It is worth-noting how Alina starts sensing June's virtual presence directing her. Alina is able to expose a dark cavern. An element of horror pervades when Alina seems to see and listen June.

"I feel like a magic trick...I feel June whispering to me, pulling me awày."

Inside the cave one of the three boxes reveals papers with numbers written that showed groups of lives carrying their previous criminal soul. However numbers were written by Liam not by June.

Story takes another U-turn when Alina comes to know that Liam's soul is descended on Dom. Now Dom's intension is visiblely clear who wants to get inside the database to continue the game of "Power and Money". Dom becomes violent and put a gun at Alina when she denies not to aid him. However, Alina somehow manages to flee with Cameron and Casey. At this stage readers come to know why Casey and Cameron is here. They are here for finding some clues about their lost sister Ava London who disappeared on strange circumstances and Casey was suspicious of Ava's being blackmailed by June. However, the incident of auto-theft by Cameron creates humour and the love-making scenes between Cameron and Alina breakes the monotony amidst all these plotting and intrigues. Miranda is outstanding in verbalising love and romance. Alina says about Cameron:

" He doesn't grab my hand , but his passing body has the same effect , pulling me along."

The time Alina's emotional vacuum is filled by the tender accompaniment of Cameron and Casey, she gains courage unfelt before. The story reaches at its climax when she tries to unfold the meaning of "224081. Ivory Street" and finds the main connecting link between both June and Alina. Ivory Street, a trecherous and cunning old woman who was responsible for using and defaming June's name. June had come to Ivory when she found the study wrong and vulnerable but Ivory killed her. As Alina is demanding the answer in the same way June did , she is now at Ivory's gunpoint. It is remarkable to note the psychological transformation of Alina's mind when she smiles and says to Ivory;

"I'm not June."

Ultimately Alina's self-identification grabs the attention of the readers.

For the first time June's soul's sole purpose is revealed. What June left for Alina is not the database but the truth behind all these conspiracy;

"...the longest of the long games."

Once June was Alina's identity. Now Alina becomes one to clarify June's stained and criminal identity. She says;
"This was the end for June but it will not be for me."

The question of money and power was always with Ivory not with June. June was a mere scapegoat.
However, Ivory Street was only the controller of database not the maker whose identity was yet to be revealed. After capturing Ivory they search some clues that turn all the suspicions towards the villain at the head ; Mason Alonzo(one of the founders of Alonzo-Carter Cybersecurity) , currently the professor of computer science at Elson University.

The suspense is always there in the story. Again the narrative turns turtle when Dominic treacherously inserts a tracker in Cameron's body. However the way Alina moves the blade on Cameron's body in order to find tracker exemplifies her deep love for Cameron. Cameron cringes out of pain. Tracker is detected and Mason is found.

The climax is full of action when Alina acts triumphantly by destroying all the information at Mason's laboratory. She stripes all the wires out and pries all circuit boards from Mason's computer further leading to a blasting fire in the room. The greed for money, power and scientific knowledge leads Mason and Dominic to burn in the flame as they try to save the lab and enter into the burning lab.

The burning computers, wires, circuits symbolise the burning of malaise created on the name of scientific experimentation and technical development. Miranda has well exposed how humanity is at stake in this world of science and technology.

This book carries all the essential elements of interest; fusion of science and fiction, the realistic representation of human inclination towards covetousness and the constant chasing after power, glory and authority. However, Alina's metamorphosis into a courageous and confident girl and her confrontation and identification of her own self soothes the readers the most.

Reviewed by Prity Barnwal

A Master's Degree holder in English Literature, 
Prity is an avid reader and reviewer hailing from Dhanbad, Jharkhand.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Partitions by Kamleshwar/Penguin ~ A Literary Discourse on Love, Compassion, and Amity

Reviews, Vol I, Issue IV

Traditional history stockpiles bitter memories of the past which slush hatred and create divisions. Literature has a leading edge over traditional history as the creative powers of writers have always invested on tales of love, compassion and friendship. Synchronically, literature mirrors ‘human frailties’ and most of the times, these frailties are routed towards regret and purgation. En masse, the canvas of literature never presents a woebegone world, the one beyond repair. Amos Oz, the Jewish writer underscores the import of literary “remedial insights” (Partitions, 83) into the past, to counter half-truths of hatred by asserting exemplars of ‘great affinity and empathy.’

Going by the Nietzschean commandment, shared in his seminal work, The Use and Abuse of History: a rich blend of the unhistorical, the historical and the super-historical, can serve as medicant to the “disease of history” (Nietzsche 43). Nietzsche defines the “disease of history,” as the tendency of those in power to control history by suppressing the voices of the vanquished. The unhistorical are the memory narratives laid in the stirrings of human heart, and expressed in oral-histories, which owing to their amnesiac tendencies are bound to be lost if not timely preserved. The historical is conventional history; and the super historical which integrates in, the vast regimes of literature and other allied arts has a sense of cultural vision.

The tour de force of the novel, Kitne Pakistan (2000), written by Kamleshwar in Hindi and translated as Partitions (2006) in English by Ameena Kazi Ansari, is to patron humanitarian concerns by liquidating all the dissident and belligerent constraints of the world torn asunder.  The novel mourns over the unnecessary divisions and myriad segments which continue to fissure mankind; and the title of the novel is suggestive of the presence of such chasms and cracks in the various cultures from the days of the Sumerian hero, Gilgamesh to the latest demolition of Babri Masjid at Ayodhya, India. The perpetrators guilty of wrecking injustice, oppression and dislocation are questioned and cross-examined in the “people’s court” set up in the novel. Mughal Emperors Babar and Aurangzeb, Spanish adventurer Hernando Cortez, Lord Mountbatten, Adolf Hitler, and Saddam Hussein invite ‘contempt of court’ on charges of creating countless fractured nations.

The unnamed narrator-protagonist of the novel, called ‘adeeb’ which literally means a litterateur or poet, in the role of an ‘arbiter for suffering humanity,’ sifts and scans through some first-hand accounts of the victims of man’s brutality, from the killing fields of Kurukshetra to Kargil and Hiroshima to Bosnia. Adeeb’s scholarly court as the “court of humanity” is open to all victims of human tyranny unlike the other courts endorsed by the “cowardly, paralysed legal system” (Partitions, 87).

Another likeable character of the novel, the ‘ashruvaid’ is an old man who collects and analyses the tears of the oppressed, destitute and those pushed untimely into the throes of death. Behind his pursuit of studying man’s sufferings, lies his urge to efface pain and destitution from the face of earth. Ashruvaid approaches adeeb’s court and insists on collecting the litterateur’s tears and analyse them. He makes clear his motives to adeeb: “We have to find a way of making life take precedence over death. Your tears are needed to help achieve this end. Tears alone can breathe life into mere existence” (17). During the period of colonialism, when the colonial masters in order to access cheap labour, resorted to forcibly transporting slaves from Africa and Asia, ‘ashruvaid’ starts collecting the perspiration of the slaves and labourers. The plight of these ‘chained beings’ is brought out in a detailed way in the novel.

And post-nuclear testing in Pokhran, India, followed by the same at Chagai, Pakistan, the ‘ashruvaid’ engages himself in yet another human cause of collecting “shattered fragments of dreams” ( Partitions, 363) of mankind. On a hopeful note, ‘ashruvaid’ salvages these dreams from dying eyes and renders them to the living eyes, keeping alive his faith to see these dreams being fulfilled. The novel illustrates the effect of “the toxic ashes of the atomic testing” (366) on nature. Adeeb’s heart bleeds at the infliction these atomic tests caused to the peacocks of Pokhran region, pushing them to the limits of near extinction. He could visualize similar fate for the honeybees in the palms of Chagai. One can assess from it the immense havoc the nuclear weapons can unleash, if God forbid, they are targeted at the human lot:  


Buddha Purnima-11 May 1998. Three forty-five p.m. The arteries of the desert had burst open. The ground had trembled. Nine hundred feet below the surface, in the womb of Pokhran, three explosions had occurred. The wind had dropped as the temperature shot up to ten lakh degrees, matching the heat of the sun. Below the sands, hundreds of thousands of tons of rocky cliff had crumbled, melted and turned into clouds of vapours. A mile- long stretch of sand had risen like a gigantic mushroom cloud and lay suspended over the desert.
The adeeb had suffered another heart attack. (Partitions 362)   

    In the novel, love comes as an antithesis to all the destructive and divisive manoeuvrings of man, when lovers transcend the narrow confines of religious identities, in their quest to find fulfilment beyond all boundaries. The novel presents many tales of human love, which evolve during the times of bloody massacres that ensued amidst the subcontinent’s Partition in 1947. But unfortunately all of these promising relationships get consumed in the fury of partition riots and other such meaningless conflicts. The first love story that one comes across in the novel is that of Vidya and the litterateur ‘adeeb.’ Partition creates a distance between the two, abducted and raped by her co-religionists during the partition; Vidya is rescued and escorted by a Muslim family during the partition riots.

The author avers that, “sometimes women were raped by members of their own religious community and given shelter by the other religious community” (Bhalla, Partition Dialogues, 215). This proclaims how the riots of partition created an opportunity for men to commit sexual atrocities on women and cloak it under the garb of religion. There in Pakistan, Vidya converts to Islam, is married to a Muslim, Nadeem Khan and is baptised as Parveen Sultana, fondly called as ‘Pari.’ Her son ‘Pervez’ comes to India as a Pakistani diplomat; this is how she happens to meet ‘adeeb’ again and for the last time towards the end of the novel. But there is nothing they can do about their relationship at that stage except to reminiscise their bygone days and be nostalgic about them.

Forlorn and soaked deeply in her memories, the adeeb often weaves his own castle of dreams centered around her. Her memories and dreams bring in some respite in the otherwise humdrum life of the adeeb. These escapades of adeeb also entail the readers towards an awareness of how human entrapments curtailed many relationships from blossoming, leaving the lovers in the lurch of unrequitedness.

The novel hitches in yet another love story of Buta Singh- an illiterate farmer and Zainab- a young Muslim girl. Love evolves between the two during the times of bloody massacres that ensued amidst the subcontinent’s partition in 1947. Pursued by a savage in the guise of man, Zainab is sheltered by Buta Singh. Buta Singh earnestly relinquishes his hard-earned savings in the kitty of Zainab’s pursuer and liberates her from his clutches. A brief excerpt from the novel speaks volumes about Buta Singh’s empathy and uprightness: “So what if the borders of Hindustan and Pakistan have been demarcated? The honour of women cannot be apportioned to any particular side because of the Hindu-Mussalman divide!” (Partitions 24).

The village elders advise Buta Singh to marry her as living together outside marriage was not an acceptable social norm at that time. With a mutual consent both get united in matrimony. This news disturbs Buta Singh’s three elder brothers who were always keen on laying their hands on Buta’s share of land. God showered his benediction on Buta and Zainab and blessed them with a beautiful girl. The couple named her Tanvir Kaur. Adeeb celebrates their love in glowing terms, and implores his assistant, Mahmood to let him narrate this story with “all its nuances of searing beauty and pain” (Partitions 321). He fervently wishes to immortalise this love story for centuries to come, by conferring on it the “aesthetic form of an epic poem” (321). An excerpt from the text is presented here in avowal of adeeb’s endeavour to narrate this passionate story in an exuberant manner: “They alone had dared to eat the apple of love. But for such events, love would never have flourished and the world’s gutters would have been choked with the bubbling blood of lust and hatred” (320).

But this saga of love too turns out to be one of sacrifice due to man’s cruelty. As per an agreement between the governments of the twin nations-India and Pakistan, abducted and abandoned women on either side of the border during the upheaval of partition are retrieved by the various refugee camps before being handed over to the next of their kiths-and-kins. On Buta Singh’s nephew’s information Zainab was handed over to her people in Pakistan. To get her back Buta Singh converted to Islam and became Jamil Ahmed and Tanvir Kaur becomes Sultana. They both illegally enter Pakistan by crossing the border in Rajasthan. Despite all these hardships, Zainab’s parents and Pakistani court refuses to permit Zainab to join back her loving family. Heartbroken Buta commits suicide by jumping onto the tracks with Sultana in his arms. Adeeb’s court mourns over this colossal loss of hope with yet another tale of human love sacrificed at the altar of man-made partitions.

Inspired from the Epic of Gilgamesh (circa 2100 BC), the novel’s guiding force and talisman is the mythical love story of Runa- the beautiful devadasi and Enkidu- a brutal beast with divine powers. Love fructifies between the two when, Gilgamesh-the Sumerian hero of the Hittite civilization sets out on his mission to not only overcome pain and privation, but also to vanquish death itself, in his quest to create a better world for his people. This besets a pandemonium amongst the divinities of the various pantheons.

The Sumerian and Babylonian gods and deities are all frightened that if Gilgamesh triumphs over death, the pristine environs of their abode may get polluted. So in compliance with Anu, the Sumerian deity, they send Enkidu to earth in the guise of a human to exterminate Gilgamesh and his plans. Luckily Gilgamesh learns about the conspiracy of the gods. Familiar with the lustful ways of gods, Gilgamesh tries to tackle the beast-man by enticing him with the feminine charm of Runa.

But to the utter dismay of Gilgamesh and the gods, Enkidu and Runa get bridled in passionate love. Even after satisfying his lust, Enkidu remains ever enrapt in Runa’s love. An excerpt from the text articulates this: “More ancient than the history of the pyramids is the saga of human love. It was born when Runa and Enkidu, having gratified their carnal instincts, looked into each other’s eyes and discovered their souls” (28). Love brings a change of heart in Enkidu, and after an initial bout with Gilgamesh, the duo become the best of friends. The gods then send a fearsome bull down to the earth to kill Gilgamesh. Enkidu gets seriously injured by the ferocious beast, as he tries to save his friend Gilgamesh from its lethal attack. Despite Gilgamesh and Runa’s best care and efforts, Enkidu succumbs to his injuries. This is how world’s first love story meets its end due to the machinations of none other than the gods, but not before blessing mankind with the discoveries of love and friendship.

After the passage of many centuries, Gilgamesh still struggles to come back with the antidote to cure death and suffering and to scavenge all the earth’s venom of hatred. But Runa managed to hide in her navel, King Gilgamesh’s eternal and fearless voice, well protected from the reach of gods who were always on a lookout to suppress it. Runa entrusts Gilgamesh’s voice to the care of ‘adeeb’ as she believed that “only a man of knowledge and integrity can keep it alive for centuries to come” (Partitions, 34). Adeeb heartily accepts Runa’s gifts of love, friendship, peace and prosperity on behalf of the entire mankind and infuses Gilgamesh’s voice into his bloodstream.

The metaphoric significance of this episode is to accentuate the role of litterateurs as ‘goodwill ambassadors of humanity.’ The bond that made Runa and Enkidu remain in eternal love with each other and discover spiritual solace is bequeathed to the sensibilities of man, and lives there forever shielded from destruction and desecration, through the innate human goodness, portrayed and promoted vis-a-vis the conduit of good literature.

The novel concludes on an optimistic annotation, a character of the novel, ‘blind Kabir’ like the fifteenth century mystic poet Kabir, with an ektara in his hands, and a bag hung on his shoulder, sets out on a journey of reconstruction. He plans to plant banyan saplings at Pokhran and Chagai both. He is hopeful that “like Shiva, the roots of the banyan can absorb all poisons” (Partitions, 367). The symbol of “bodhi vriksh” is reminiscent of Lord Buddha, and it sends across a message that we can escape ‘the turning wheel’ of life and death by considering all forms of life as sacrosanct, and by triumphing over the vices of greed and hatred.

The novel questions indiscreet human acts of lapse as well as episodes of ‘fall from grace’ of divinities. Kamleshwar, the novelist juxtaposes tales of love and friendship with narratives of man’s barbarity and images of bloodletting and debauchery only to let the readers surmise that love ushers in solace, growth and camaraderie while acrimony amongst races and people breeds distrust, hatred and divisions. Celebrating the literary pursuit of  ‘free spiriting’ the world from the slavery of religion with supplanters  of love and empathy, nothing sounds more apt to conclude than by taking a leaf from poet Keats’ love letter to Fanny Brawne, penned down on 13 October 1819: “I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion-I have shudder’d at it-I shudder no more- I could be martyr’d for my religion-Love is my religion- I could die for that- I could die for you.” Nonetheless, bards know it well not to limit this revelation to their inner sanctums but to bring it on in the public domain and make it Everyman’s principle of existence.

Works Cited and Consulted
Bhalla, Alok. Partition Dialogues: Memories of a Lost Home. New Delhi: Oxford University Press, 2006.
Kamleshwar.Partitions. Trans. Ameena Kazi Ansari. New Delhi: Penguin Books, 2006.
Nietzsche, Friedrich. The Use and Abuse of History. Trans.Adrian Collins. New York: Macmillan, 1957.
Hanson Marilee. “John Keats: Selected Letters.” EnglishHistory.net.N.P. 2003.Web.05 July 2015.

Reviewed by Manjinder Kaur Wratch 

She is working for her doctoral degree on Partition literature from University of Jammu. She has actively participated in various national and international conferences and has also contributed more than fifteen research papers for certain critical anthologies and reputed journals-national as well as international. Earlier she has served as Faculty English Language and Literature in many institutes of the country.  For her M.Phil dissertation she worked on the translated in English works of the legendary Punjabi and Hindi author, Amrita Pritam. 

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

साहित्य का इतिहास दर्शन, जगदीश्वर चतुर्वेदी, 2013

Reviews, Vol I, Issue V
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dydŸkk fo”ofo”ofo|ky;] dksydkrk ds fganh foHkkx ds izksQslj txnh”oj prqosZnh dh lkfgR; ds bfrgkl n”kZu ij fy[kh] lu~ 2013 esa izdkf”kr iqLrd lkfgR; dk bfrgkl n”kZu ,d tfVy fo’k; dks le>us ds iz;kl ds :i esa mifLFkr gksrh gSA iqLrd i<+rs gq, ,slk vkHkkl feyrk gS fd tSls Dykl:e esa lkfgR;sbfrgkl laca/kh ftjg py jgh gks vkSj mlds vc rd ds <¡¡+w<s x, lek/kkuksa dks fdrkc dh “kDYk esa is”k dj fn;k x;k gksA fganh lkfgR; ds bfrgkl esa vk, fofHkUu egRoiw.kZ iM+koksa vkSj uohu foe”kksZa dks mUgksaus viuh ppkZ dk dsanz cukdj iqLrd ds ukedj.k esa LFkku fn;k gS] tSls fganh lkfgR; dk izFke lQy bfrgkl fy[kus okys vkpk;Z jkepUnz “kqDy vkSj muds ˜kjk viuk, x, fo/ks;oknh n”kZu dks dbZ dks.kksa ls ns[kus dh vkSj fQj mls vius rdZ ˜kjk dsoy ˜˜aoknh n”kZu ij vk/kkfjr lkfcr djus dh dksf”k”k dh gSA lkfgR; ds bfrgkl n”kZu tSls tfVy fo’k; dks mUgksaus varjfoZ’k;orhZ i)fr”kkL= ds vk/kkj ij i<+us dk lek/kku is”k fd;k gSA Hkkjr dh cgqHkk’kh & cgqlkaLd`frd fo”ks’krk dks /;ku esa j[kdj mUgksaus cgqyrkoknh lkaLd`frd ifjizs{; esa fopkj djus dh ckr dgh gSA iqLrd ds igys nks v/;k;ksa esa vkpk;Z jkepUnz “kqDYk vkSj vkpk;Z gtkjh izlkn f˜osnh ds bfrgkl n”kZu ds ifjizs{; esa ubZ lkfgfR;d leL;kvksa ij fopkj fd;k x;k gSA ckn ds nks v/;k; nfyr lkfgR; vkSj L=h lkfgR; ds bfrgkl n”kZu dh leL;kvksa ij dsafnzr gSaA fdrkc esa jkepUnz “kqDy ds bfrgkl ys[ku ds fo’k; eas vfLerk dk loky dkQh my>dj lkeus vkrk gSA mUgksasus fy[kk gS Þ“kqDy th lkfgR;sfrgkl dks vfLerk dh jktuhfr ds vk/kkj ij fufeZr ugha djrs cfYd vfLerk ds feFk dks rksM+rs gSa ¼i`’B 22½ß ogha nwljh txg fy[krss gSa fd jkepUnz “kqDy ds bfrgkl ys[ku ds ÞekWMy esa vfLEkrklaca/kh ekWMy ds y{k.k Hkh “kkfey gSaÞ ¼i`’B 45½A ,d txg fy[kk gS ßvkpk;Z jkepUnz “kqDy ds bfrgkl esa bfrgkl ys[ku ds loZlaxzgoknh] :ioknh] lezkT;oknh] iqu:RFkkuoknh vkSj vk/kqfudrkoknh ifjizs{;] :iksa vkSj i)fr”kkL= ls lkQ eqBHksM+ utj vkrh gSA ¼i`’B 38½ Þ viuh blh ckr dks dkVrs gq, nwljh txg dgrs gSa “kqDy th us bfrgkl dks tks <+kapk cuk;k vkSj tks O;k[;k is”k dh bu nksuksa ij gh fganq iqu:RFkkuoknh bfrgkl n`f’V dh vusd Nk;k,a gSa ¼i`’B 38½A gkykafd mUgksaus fy[kk fd lkfgR; esa mudk bfrgkl cks/k ˜a˜kREkd gS vkSj jktuhfr esa fganqRooknhA lkfgR; ds bfrgkl ys[ku dks prqosZnh th us o`gr iSekus ij ns[kus dh odkyr dh gS] tSls cktk: lkfgR;] iqjkus HkfDRk dkyhu xhrksa] dgkuh dyk ds fodkl dks tkuus ds fy, fQYeh iVdFkk vkSj lhfj;y iVdFkk tSls fo/kk:i] dSejs ds lkfgfR;d izHkko] flusek esa xq.koŸkk esa lqanj fy[ks x, xhrksa tSls u, fo/kk:iksa dks bfrgkl dh lkexzh dk vk/kkj cuk;k tk,A vc iz”u ;g mBrk gS fd bu u, fo/kk :iksa dks fdl vk/kkj ij lkfgR; esa lfEEkfyr fd;k tk,\ bl ij fdrkc esa FkksM+h foLr`r ppkZ gksrh rks vPNk jgrkA v/;k; nks esa tc mUgksaus vkpk;Z “kqDy vkSj gtkjh izlkn f)osnh dh bfrgkl n`f’V esa varj djrs gq, fy[kk gS fd “kqDy th dh n`f’V jk’Vªoknh vkSj izkP;oknh Fkh tcfd f˜osnh th dh ekuokf/kdkj vkSj lkezkT;okn fojks/khA ge igys v/;k; esa ns[k pqds gSa fd os “kqDy ds fy, Hkh lkezkT;oknh fojks/kh O;fDRkRo fy[k pqds gSaA varj dks vkxs c<+krs gq, “kqDy dks dk;Z&dkj.k i)fr viukus okyk rFkk f)osnh dks }a}kRed i)fr dks vikukus okyk dgk gS] vc loky ;g gS fd nksuksa i)fr;ksa esa varj dgk gSa\ mUgksaus fy[kk “kqDy th ds ;gka dYiuk ds vk/kkj ij bfrgkl esa QSlys fy, x,] f}osnh th ds ;gka fopkj/kkjk ds vk/kkj ij d`fr&d`frdkj ds ckjs esa QSlys fy, x, ¼i`’B 62½A rks loky ;g mBrk gS fd jk’Vªokn vkSj izkP;okn dksbZ fopkj/kkjk ugha gS\ gkykafd vkpk;Z gtkjh izlkn f}osnh ds lkfgR; bfrgkl n`f’V dks Hkkjrh; ifjizs{; esa c[kwch is”k djrs gq, dgk gS fd mls izkarh; lhekvksa esa cka/kdj ugha ns[kk tk ldrk gSA bfrgkl n`f’V dks vk/kqfuddky esa ikuk gksrk gSA f}osnh th ds fo[kaMuokn dks iwjs ,sfrgkfld ifjizs{; ds lkFk le>k;k x;k gSA fdrkc dh Hkk’kk yxkrkj laokn djrs gq, izLrqr gksrh gSA fdrkc bl ek;us esa izklafxd gS fd vk/kqfud foe”kZ ds izlaxksa nfyr foe”kZ vkSj L=h foe”kZ ij lHkh n`f’Vdks.kksa ls lpsru ppkZ dk iz;kl fd;k x;k gSA mUgksaus lkfgR; ds bfrgkl dh i)fr dks vkt ds ;qx ds dEi;qVj  tfur gkbijVsDLV dh fo”ks’krkvksa ls tksM+us dh odkyr djrs gq, bldh fo”ks’krkvksa ij yEch KkukRed ckr is”k dh gS] tks dgha&dgha FkksM+k mckÅ yxrk gS] lkFk gh gtkjh izlkn f)osnh ds bfrgkl ys[ku esa gkbijVsDlV;qyVh ds xq.k <wa< fudkys gSa] ;kfu vusd fdLe ds L=ksrksa vkSj lwpukvksa ls Hkjk gq,] ;kfu muds bfrgkl ys[ku dk dksbZ Hkh v/;k; laiw.kZ vk[;ku ugha gSA bruk gh ugha lkfgR; ds laca/k dks izsl] lapkj vkSj rduhfd ls tksM+dj ns[kus dh ckr dh gSA izkjafHkd lkfgR;sfrgkl esa izLrqr fd, x, dfoo`Rr laxzg dks ehfM;k ls tksM+rs gq, mls lkfgfR;d [kcjsa dgk gS] tks lkfgfR;d i=dkfjrk gS] ;g gekjs fy, ,d ubZ O;k[;k gSA f)osnh th ij yach ppkZ djrs gq, ea”kk] fjVksfjd] fjgVksfjd tSlh nwljh ubZ O;k[;k,a lkeus vkbZ gSaA muds ys[ku ij foLr`r :i ls ppkZ djrs gq, miU;klksa dh o`gn O;k[;k gqbZ gSA fdrkc esa ijaijkoknh izfØ;k dk fojks/k djrs gq, u, rjg ls lkfgR; dks ns[kus dh odkyr dh xbZ gSA

                               nfyr lkfgR; vkSj lkfgR; ds bfrgkl n”kZu dh leL;kvksa ij ckr djrs gq, nfyr lkfgR; dks lkfgR; ds uke ij fufeZr lkaLd`frd lkoZHkkSe dk var gksuk dgk gSA blh vFkZ esa lkfgR; dks var dk lkfgR; Hkh dgk gS ¼i`’B 128½A esjk loky ;g gS fd D;k tks nwljs lkfgR; fy[ks x, os tkfrxr fo”ks’krkvksa ls eqDr Fks\ os fy[krs gSa fd nfyr ys[kd nfyr lkfgR;sbfrgkl esa dksbZ fnypLih ugha j[krs gSa D;ksafd bfrgkl fy[kus ds fy, mUgsa ,sfrgklfld ifjizs{; ls xqtjuk iM+sxk] dksbZ izpfyr bfrgkl n`f’V pquuh iM+sxh] blls mUgsa xgjh vkReihM+k ls xqtjuk iM+sxkA eksgunkl uSfeljk; tSls nfyr fopkjd bl fn”kk esa iz;kljr gSaA nwljk] xgjh vkReihM+k ls xqtjus okyh ckr ij eqnZfg;k vkSj e.khdf.kZdk fy[kus okys nfyr fpard izksÛ rqylhjke us dgk gS fd nfyr vkRedFkk,a fy[kh ugha jks;h tkrh gSaA rks tc ,d ckj ml vkReihM+k ls xqtj vk,a gSa rks bfrgkl fy[kus dh vksj D;ksa ugha izo`Ÿk gksaxsA tc os L=h lkfgR; vkSj bfrgkl n”kZu dh leL;kvksa ij ckr djrs gSa rks ogka L=h dks ,d vyx <ax ls ns[kus dh odkyr djrs gSaA L=hoknh foe”kZ ds reke igyqvksa ij ckr djrs gq, Hkh tkfrxr HksnHkko dh ckr ugha djrs gSaA L=h lkfgR;sfrgkl ys[ku esa vHkh rd tks iz;kl gq, gSa mu ij fdrkc esa dksbZ ppkZ ugha feyrh gSA L=h foe”kZ ij Hkkjr dks if”pe ls bl :i esa vyxkrs gSa fd ;gka fganw /keZ esa “kfDr laiznk; ds uke ls tks nk”kZfud&/kkfeZd ijaijk gS og L=h dks L=h ds lanHkZ esa gh ns[krh gSA bls FkksM+k foLrkj ls fy[kus dh vko”;drk FkhA L=h ijaijk dks “kfDr ijaijk ls ns[kus dh ckr djrs gSa tks dsoy Hkkjr ds nk”kZfud ijaijk dh ,d vyx fo”ks’krk gSA L=h lkfgR; ijaijk vkSj L=h lkfgR; ds bfrgkl ds fuekZ.k ds fy, ;g lq>ko is”k fd;k x;k gS fd gesa Hkkjrh; ijaijk esa mu lkfgR;:iksa vkSj “kSfy;ksa dh [kkst djuh pkfg, ftudk fuekZ.k vkSjrksa us fd;k gS vkSj tks vkSjrksa ds lkFk os [kklrkSj ij tqM+s gSaA iz”u gS fd ,slh dkSu lh fo/kk,a gks ldrh gSa\ ;gka Hkh dqN mnkgj.k gksrs rks ckr vkSj vPNs <ax ls le> esa vkrhA nwljk] os fyax ds lkFk fo/kk vkSj “kSfy;ksa dks tksM+dj i<+us dh ijaijk vkSj “kkL= dk fuekZ.k djus dh ckr djrs gSaA ;s ckrsa vxj vkSj Li’V :i esa lkeus vkrh rks gekjh le>nkjh vkSj vf/kd fodflr gksrhA tc *ckjMkalj* ds ek/;e ls ;g dgrs gSa fd ;g fL=;ksa dk viuk pquk gqvk is”kk gS bls uSfrdrk ls tksM+dj ugha ns[kuk pkfg,] rks ;gka ij dgk tk ldrk gS ;g dqN efgykvksa ds lanHkZ esa lgh lkfcr gks ldrk gS ij lHkh ds lanHkZ esa ughaA L+=h Je ds ckjs esa vHkh rd dksbZ loZekU; /kkj.kk fodflr ugha gqqbZ gS blfy, ckjMkalj] fdjk, dh dks[k] dkWyxyZ vkfn u, L=h “kks’k.k ds :iksa ij ,d le>nkjh fodflr djus dh vko”;drk gS] bl fdrkc esa Hkh bu iz”uksa dks vuqRrfjr NksM+ fn;k x;k gSA fdrkc esa dqN fizafVx dh xyfr;ka fn[kkbZ iM+rh gSaA iqLrd esa vaxzsth Hkk’kk ds “kCnksa dk [kqydj iz;ksx fd;k x;k gS tSls dUosU”ku] QS”ksuscqy] tsuqbu] iSjkMkbe f”k¶V] dE;qfudsV] ekldYpj] fQuksfeuk] fotu] ekWMy] dkEku”ksal] dsVsxjh] dusDV] ehfM;e] eklehfM;k] izeksVj] uksfVl] izksMDV] dSlsV baMLVªh] lhfj;y] dSejs] VSftd daVªkfMDlUl] fM¶;wt] fMQjsal] jsIpj] ck;ujh viksft”ku vkfnA dqy feykdj dgk tk ldrk gS fganh lkfgR; dk bfrgkl vkSj vk/kqfud lkfgR; ds u, lokyksa dks le>us ds fy, ;g iqLrd f”k{kdksa vkSj Nk=ksa ds fy, csgn mi;ksxh gSA 

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