Inequity of Inequality: a Lament in Gujarati
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INEQUITY OF INEQUALITY: A LAMENT IN GUJARATI BY:NEERAV PATEL Editor's Note: Naked display of dissent straddles the boundary that separates fear from revolution. For India's Dalits, this proclamation of dissent has assumed many forms, both passive and combative. It has mutated over the millennia before BR Ambedkar prodded the word Dalit into mainstream consciousness, and transformed anew since then. Some things have not changed PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! — songs remain the sinew of Dalit protest in almost all its configurations. And the lyrics that sew these together continue to serve as a manifesto of resistance. The ten poems in this series, drawn from Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Bengali, Gujarati, Marathi and curated by Krupa Ge, founding editor of The Madras Mag, represent the prosody of contemporary Dalit literature. They are accompanied by Chennai artist Satwik Gade's illustrations. In the second part, Neerav Patel, pioneer of Dalit literature in Gujarat, poet extraordinaire, editor and translator, highlights structural inequalities and injustice suffered by Dalits. Rita Kothari has translated two of his poems exclusively for this column. I was born in 1950 in a village called Bhuvaldi in the Ahmedabad district of Gujarat state. I write only Dalit poetry, mainly in my mother tongue Gujarati and in English occasionally. You may know me for my Gujarati Dalit poetry collection Bahishkrut Phoolo; Burning from Both Ends, What Did I Do To Be So Black and Blue are collections of my English translations PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! and original work. I started writing poetry while I was in college, in 1967. I thought that I should write about the plight of my people, the Dalits, who are suffering atrocities, exploitation, discrimination, segregation. And inclined as I was towards poetry, I chose the medium. Dalit poetry eventually emerged as a new genre with its own distinct identity. Akrosh, the first ever Dalit poetry magazine in Gujarati was launched in 1978 by us, the Panther Poets. To promote Dalit literature, we founded an organisation called Swaman Foundation of Dalit Literature, where I worked as General Secretary and as one of the editors to its magazines Sarvanam and Swaman. કાિળયો બાપડા કાિળયાને શી ખબર કે આપણાથી શરૂ ાતન ના થાય? ગાયના ગડૂ ા ખાઈને વકરેલો એ તો હાઉ...હાઉ...હાઉ કરતો વીજળીવેગે દોડી દીપડાની જેમ તટૂ ી પડ્યો. એણે તો બસ ગળચી પકડી રહસી કાઢ્યો મોિતયાને- એનો દૂધનો કટોરો ઢોળાયો ચોકમાં, PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! એનાં ગલપાનાં મોતી વેરાણાધળૂ માં. એની લહ...લહ...નીકળી ગઈ વત લાંબી ભ. મોઢામાંથી ફીણના પરપોટા ફૂ લવા લાયા ને ફૂ ટવા લાયા. ગામ આખુ ં વયુ ંટોળે: ‘ઢે ડાનો કોલો કાિળયો ... બાપડા મોિતયાને ફાડી ખાધો. હડો બધાં- હાળા આ તો ફાટી યા કૂ તરાંય આ તો!’ ને કાિળયાની પઠંૂ ે પડ્યાં કણબાં ને કોળા ને ભા ને બાપુ. ભાલા ને બરછી ને દાંતી ને ડાંગ, ને થયુ ંદળકટક ને ધીંગાણુ ં! પણ કાિળયો તો ણે કાળ , એ તો ધોડ્યો ય ઊભી કોતરે ... પઠંૂ ે કં ઈ કે ટલાંય ગોટમણા ખાય PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! ને ચાટે ધળૂ . પણ કાિળયો તો કાિળયારની જેમ બસ ધોડ્યે ય, ધોડ્યે ય... કહે વતમાં કીધુ ંછે કે ભાંગી ધા ઢે ઢવાડે ય- ધીંગાણુ ંતો થાકીને ફયું પાછું ને િવફયું વાસમાં. નિળયા પર પડે ધબધબ લાકડીઓ. ઝૂડી લબડી ને ઝૂડી પપળી. ઝૂડી શીકોતરીની દે રી ને ફોડી પવૂ િજયાંની માટલી, ઝૂડી મેઠલી ને ઝૂડી માંનડી, ઝૂડ્યો ધિૂળયો ને ઝૂડ્યો પરમો. ખમા! બાપા ખમા! કાિળયો તો જનાવર પણ તમે તો મનખાદે વ, બાપડા કાિળયાને શી ખબર કે અમારાથી શરૂ ાતન ના થાય? PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! Kaaliyo Poor Kaaliyo How was he to know That we cannot show off valour? Fed upon cow’s marrow He raced, screeching away Hauhauhauhau At the speed of light With the pounce of a panther He fell upon Motiyo And tore his neck apart Motiyo’s bowl of milk lay spilt on the ground PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! His long tongue lolled out He frothed and foamed at his mouth, Frothed and foamed. The entire village now rose in rage: “The dhedha’s rotten dog Has torn apart our beloved Motiyo Chalo everyone, now even their dogs Have begun to rear their heads!” And they went after Kaaliyo Kanbis and Kolis and Patels and Darbars With spears and sticks and dhariyas and sickles, Waging a war against the dog. But Kaaliyo was like Kaal himself He ran faster and faster Along the bank of the river While they fell and stumbled PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! Fell and stumbled in the dust Kaaliyo was like a blackbuck He ran and he ran The crowd returned, tired and frustrated And as the saying goes, ‘the losing dacoits turn to harijans’ homes’ They smashed the roof tiles of their huts They brought down the neem and the peepal trees They razed the small temple of Mata Shikotari And burst open the ancestral urn of memories They beat up the women and the men Methli and Maandi Dhulio and Parmo Khama! Baap Khama! They begged for forgiveness Poor Kaaliyo PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! He is but a beast, our Masters, you are divinely human! How was he to know That we cannot show off valour? Translator’s Note: At the heart of the poem is the dog Kaaliyo — a colloquial, if not slightly abusive way, of referring to someone who is dark. Reared in the Dalit slums and ghettoes, upon bone marrow of cows and buffaloes, Kaaliyo is a strong dog. It takes him nothing to vanquish Motiyo — the dog of the upper-castes. Moti (pearl) is weak compared to Kaaliyo. The poem shows how his milk and pearls lay splattered when Kaaliyo attacked him. The two dogs also represent two abstracted and individual situations of Dalit lives, and serve a metonymic purpose to demonstrate how Motiyo is backed by oppressive traditions, structures and systems that make his humiliation bigger than both, dogs and humans, belonging to Dalit society. It was to avenge him, and by extension themselves, that upper- castes in the poem unite and wreak destruction upon the Dalits. The opening and closing lines of the poem hint at this structural violence and inequality weighted against Kaaliyo, and what he represents — the Dalit society. PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! અમે ખબૂ વરણાિગયા િતના લોકો છીએ. અમારા વડવા તો ણ બાંયનુ ંખમીસ પહે રતા હતા. એમના વડવાના વડવા તો PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! કફનને જ કામળીની જેમ અગં ે વીંટાળતા હતા. એમના વડવાના વડવાના વડવા તો નરી ચામડીને જ ઓઢીને ફરતા હતા. હું ય કાંઈ ઓછો વરણાિગયો નથી – સી.. રોડના શૉ મ સામેની ફૂ ટપાથ વળતો હતો ને શેઠે આયુ ંકાંઠલા વગરનુ,ં બાંય વગરનું એક બાંિડયુ.ં તે સલમાન ખાનની જેમ છાતી કાઢીને ફં છું ને સજં ય દતની જેમ બાવડાં બતાવ ુંછું સવણાઓને. તવાન જુવાિનયા તો મારા િલબાસનુ ંલેબલ જોવા અધીરા થઈ ઊઠે છે , િબચારા... મારી અપૃ ય બોચીને અડયા િવના કે મ કરી ઓળખે કે આ તો ઑડ-સાઇઝનુ ંપીટર લડ છે ! અમે તો ખબૂ વરણગીય કોમ છીએ. Peter England PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! We are a very fashionable lot, Sir. You see, our forefathers wore three-sleeved shirts. Their forefathers wore shirts made out of shrouds As for their forefathers, they wore their own naked skin. You think I am any less stylish? A hand-me-down from the Sheth on CGRoad Where I sweep the footpath nearby. I loiter bare-chested like Salman Khan And flaunt my biceps like Sanjay Dutt Showing off to the high-caste women Who crane their necks to see the label on my shirt. Poor things! How would they know Without touching my untouchable neck That this is an odd-sized Peter England! PDFmyURL lets you convert a complete website to PDF automatically! Translator’s Note: Dalits in medieval Gujarat were forced to wear three sleeved shirts so that they were identifiable to the upper-caste Hindus, who could then stay away from them. According to the folklore in Gujarat, a Dalit named Mayo sacrificed his life to bring this practice to an end. The poems have been translated from the Gujarati by Rita Kothari. She is currently with the Humanities and Social Sciences Department at the Indian Institute of Technology, Gandhinagar. She has worked extensively on borders, partition, language politics in India, as well as translation. She is the author of Translating India: The Cultural Politics of English; The Burden of Refuge: Sindh, Gujarat, Partition, and Memories and Movements: Borders and Communities in Banni, Kutch.