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A Journal of Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya LANGUAGE DISCOURSE WRITING Volume 4 July-September 2010 Editor Mamta Kalia Kku 'kkafr eS=kh Published by Mahatma Gandhi International Hindi University Hindi : Language, Discourse, Writing A Quarterly Journal of Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya Volume 4 Number 7 July-September 2010 R.N.I. No. DELENG 11726/29/1/99-Tc © Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya No Material from this journal should be reproduced elsewhere without the permission of the publishers. The publishers or the editors need not necessarily agree with the views expressed in the contributions to the journal. Editor : Mamta Kalia Editorial Assistant : Madhu Saxena Editorial Office : C-60, Shivalik, I Floor, Malaviya Nagar New Delhi-110 017 Phone : 41613875 Sale & Distribution Office : Publication Department, Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya Post Manas Mandir, Gandhi Hills, Wardha-442001 (Maharashtra) India Subscription Rates : Single Issue : Rs. 100/- Annual - Individual : Rs. 400/- Institutions : Rs. 600/- Overseas : Seamail : Single Issue : $ 20 Annual : $ 60 Airmail : Single Issue : $ 25 Annual : $ 75 Published By : Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya, Wardha All enquiries regarding subscription should be directed to the Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya, Wardha Printed at : Ruchika Printers, Delhi-110 032 Phone : 9212796256 2 :: July-September 2010 LANGUAGE DISCOURSE WRITING July-September 2010 Contents Heritage Captain Rashid Upendra Nath Ashk 7 Dachi Upendra Nath Ashk 18 Memoir The Graceful Charmer, Ashk Rajinder Singh Bedi 25 Qissa Khan : A Coloureful Storyteller Named Ashk Phanishwar Nath Renu 3 7 Muktibodh Harishankar Parsai 45 Poetry Ten Poems Badri Narayan 51 Discourse Hindi Literary Journalism Since Bhartendu Age Bharat Bharadwaj 59 Dalit Saint Poets of Bhakti Movement : Pride and Prejudice Subhash Sharma 69 Some Great Indian Literary Theorists Ravi Nandan Sinha 86 July-September 2010 :: 3 Short Story The Bamboo Kashinath Singh 94 The Brats Manisha Kulshreshtha 9 7 Saaz Nasaaz Manoj Rupra 108 Pages From A Novel Anitya : Thoughts in Jail Mridula Garg 134 Films Meena Kumari Kanan Jhingan 1 4 7 Book Review Abbu Ne Kaha Tha : Unpacking Swag of Pangs Rohini Agrawal 155 4 :: July-September 2010 Editor's Note On a recent visit to Goa, I had the occasion to be present at the conferring of Jnanpith award upon Konkani author and national activist Ravindra Kelekar. It was an event in which the Government of Goa not only took active part but mobilised the entire literati to participate in it. Jnanpith laureate Ravindra Kelekar was not in the best of health that day. He remained seated during the award function. However the audience of 2000 strong accorded him a standing ovation for full five minutes. Lovers of Konkani language and literature thronged the auditorium to have a glimpse of their venerated writer. The Hindi world could learn a lesson or two from this experience. Hindi has a great number of writers and scholars who have given a lifetime of service to the enrichment of the language. In Hindi, books are published in bulk and marketed all over the world. Considering the vast number of people who speak Hindi and no less who read it, the returns of this harvest to the writer are meagre. Even worse is the output in terms of social status. This history repeats itself from Nirala to Nagarjun and from Premchand to Amarkant. Upendranath Ashk whose centenary occurs this year was one brave author who broke free from the clutches of commercial injustice to set up his own publishing house in 1949. His writer wife Kaushalya Ashk took over the reins of Neelabh Prakashan and relieved him of all humdrum business chores. Except for a few short term jobs, Ashkji remained a freelancer throughout his life. He formed an ideal family with an understanding, sensitive wife and an intellectual son Neelabh. The three shared great vibrations and ruled an otherwise difficult literary town– Allahabad. Ashkji’s life was not luxurious but self dependent. We carry two of his famous short stories in our heritage column and two memoirs on him by his contemporaries. His son Neelabh has obliged us by giving us this archive material. It is noteworthy that the level of July-September 2010 :: 5 mutual appreciation among writers was exemplary fifty years ago. Bedi and Renu were writers of a different genre but they warmly acknowledged Ashkji’s individuality. This type of tolerance is totally missing in present times. Other short stories by Kashinath Singh, Manoj Rupra and Manisha Kulshreshtha are very significant for their content and style. Badri Narayan is known for his simplicity of diction and richness of content. We bring you some of his poems. In discourse Bharat Bharadwaj has painstakingly chalked out the history of Hindi literary journalism. We also have a candid study of dalit saint poets by Subhash Sharma and an analysis of poetic theory by Ravinandan Sinha. Our readers are well familiar with both of them. Hindi has a rich treasure chest of memoirs and we bring you one by Harishankar Parsai. He recalls Muktibodh in all his shades of personality. Mridula Garg’s novel Anitya has been translated into English recently and we present one chapter from the same. Chandrakanta’s collection of short stories ‘abbu ne kaha tha’ is reviewed by hindi literary critic Rohini Agrawal. In films column, Kanan Jhingan’s portrayal of Meena Kumari speaks volumes about that superb suffering artiste. Friends, you can well assess that the number of women writing in hindi is no less than that of men, in fact it may be greater. But this is incidental. After all gender is not important in literature. Women writers can not wear it like a badge or a banner. Every writer has to face the test of time. 6 :: July-September 2010 CAPTAIN RASHID Upendra Nath Ashk Translated by Jai Ratan “I was thinking of Hanif. Why don’t you find a place for him in your new scheme?” Captain Rashid had his tunic on and was pacing the room as usual, while buttoning it. At the same time he was feverishly Heritage thinking of giving a face-lift to his weekly. His imagination ran riot. He had already appointed new, able and experienced sub- editors; had asked the press to cast new type-faces; had prevailed upon the headquarters to supply better quality news stock; had increased the number of pictorial pages and during his editorship, the paper had undergone a vast change and had become far more useful for the armed forces... His wife’s words fell dimly upon his ears as if he were in a state of somnambulism. He knit his brows and turning round, he looked at her in surprise. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, preparing a cup of tea for him. Capt. Rashid’s office started at nine, but he had made it a point to be in the office fifteen minutes before time. It was his belief that an officer should be at his desk before the clerks arrived. He would set the alarm clock for an early hour and the servant had instruction to bring the morning tea in the bed room, so that he would be ready to leave for office by 8:15. As she stirred the sugar in the cup, a faint smile played across her face, like the first reluctant streak of an autumn dawn, and July-September 2010 :: 7 her face gradually reddened with the and down the room. She did not mind ordeal of a request. She looked at her the ‘title’ that her husband had bestowed husband from the corner of her eyes. upon her for asking him to fix up her Stirring the tea, she repeated her request. cousin’s husband with a job under his “I was telling you about Hanif...” control. When Rashid had donned the “You are a fool. “Capt. Rashid snapped. military uniform for the first time, his There was a scowl on his face. Picking elder brothers had laughed at him. up the cup, he again started pacing the “What’s the army coming to these days.” room. his eldest brother would say with a merry twinkle in his eyes, “that even such prize His wife watched him silently as he specimens have come to find a place strode to the other end of the room. in it”. The elder brother would recite Her gaze sliding down his fast balding a couplet saying: head, the back of which ended in pronounced bulge, took in his thin neck ‘Seeing my photo said that impish and rounded shoulders and came to rest beauty. on his feet. She realised that his gait This cartoon is fit for a newspaper.’ had undergone a great change. For that Their wives stuffed handkerchiefs into matter, she had noticed the change since their mouths to keep them from bursting the day he had been appointed to his into laughter and Mrs. Rashid hung her new position. His thin neck was always head with embarrassment. This was the stiff as if he had pulled a muscle. He reason, that now her husband’s stiff neck, walked on his toes and on reaching the his short temper, his droll appearance wall he pirouetted on his toes, like a and irascible nature gave her a sort of top taking a sharp spin. satisfaction. She knew that his elder Not only his gait, even his manners brother felt sorry for having made him had undergone a change. His gaze, which the mark of his witticism and that the previously was always subdued and bore eldest brother felt awkward at this reed- a puzzled and helpless expression, had thin man having made the grade.