Review : I exist, therefore I am

                  

                                      First of all, reading this book synced with the time very well as Talibans have taken over Afghanistan and taken away every right a woman owns. One could say that this book is deeply feminist and one could say those stories are fictional. But the author hasn’t just stated about the injustice that women face in India each and every day. She has been able to find the deep roots of the society and culture that give rise to the problems.

                                   That’s the beauty of these short stories. Except for the story of Arti, I didn’t feel a huge fury about the assailant (I couldn’t sympathize with Arti’s mother-in-law). In most of the stories, there were clear victims and assailants but author always proves us that all of them are victims of an ill society.

                                   I exist, therefore I am was one of my favorites because it talks about abortion. Those stories are not just relevant to India. Injustice prevails in every society, more or less. Even we are facing an abortion ban in our country and people are expressing different opinions. The baby loses her life simply because she was a girl. But what unborn baby asks from her mother is important. “How did you survive the abortion when you are of the same gender?” It shows how bullied become bullies. Although they have gone through all the pain of surviving as a woman, mother-in-laws are the ones who curse the daughter-in-law for not bearing sons. So this story asks big questions. Is the patriarchal society clearly a man-dominated system or something that’s maintained by women themselves?

                                I personally loved the story of Shwetha, also. This story is pretty much relevant to any part of the world. Shwetha was a woman rights activist but even she couldn’t break the wall. Throughout the story I was searching for the reason why she had to marry this old man? Author doesn’t directly say what happened. She gives us clues but doesn’t give a clear answer but that makes the story far more interesting. Was it because she was raped by this man? Was it because of her blind faith on this man? Was it purely love? Did he really blackmail her? Shwetha was a wonderful depiction of thousands of women who would sacrifice their lives for their beloved husbands.  She was the voice of thousand of women yet she couldn’t speak up for herself. It’s easier to ask others to free themselves but it’s hard to break the walls of the prisons we build on our own.

                               Her big day was fast approaching captured my heart instantly. It was not a mere story about how insane amount of money, weddings cost. It also reviews the question of dowry and this made me understand why people altogether hated having a baby girl. She was a financial burden. Only rich could fulfill the insanely high hopes and wishes of the in-laws. And it also talks about how a woman become lost. A woman gets dual citizenship in two families and while her own family thinks that she’s now owned to a new family after the marriage and her in-laws treats her as the stranger. She become a stranger owned by everybody and nobody.

                                Dowry is an old concept which is still prevalent in Sri Lanka and women should be financially independent to supply for herself. Why does she even needs an education if that serves only as a qualification to find a husband? This story has a wonderful storytelling because her parents weren’t villains. Her father tried to give the best to his family although he has to live under the constant pressure of loans, finances and also bearing the the war between his mother and wife.

                                Dowry was initiated as a way of maintaining the girl’s financial independence in the medieval times. Now it’s a thing that creates a huge burden on poor families who can’t even provide for their families. It also mocks the characters that although they think that they are very modern they still thinks biding to their rotten social norms. Can we really blame the mothers who perform infanticide as way of mercy-killing?

                                    Secrets reminded me of Handmaid’s tale of Margaret Atwood. Women lose the power of owning property in Atwood’s fictional world. They call it as a dystopian novel while in the suburbs of India, Afghanistan, Pakistan and even in Sri Lanka women lose their power over property.

Although western world is sweeping with ideas of third wave of feminism it’s pathetic that countries like India, Middle East, Afghanistan and so many countries I couldn’t mention, still haven’t even had the chance of going through the first wave of feminism. Last but not least, these stories are not just Indian stories. Either it’s domestic violence, abortion, elder abuse or infanticide, those are still happening in front our eyes although we prefer to stay blind. Patriarchal society is not equivalent to male domineering. It’s not just the society’s fault it’s also the women’s fault of not questioning and trying and at least not trying to rebel against the society by secretly opening a bank account. Attitudes should change and Shirani Rajapakshe has done an excellent job of influencing her fellow womenkind.

Review : Falling Leaves

An accentuated piece from the renowned poet Shirani Rajapakse, entailing the brutality of war and the events predicated on the abominable nature of the corrupt human . The theme “ WAR ” has never before been so profoundly
explored through the role of an unbiased viewer. Based on true events that preceded three decades of conflict, “ Fallen Leaves “ entails both the lives lost and the coming of a new season …

The backdrop of our tale unfolds in the 80’s Ceylon , amidst the sparks of outcries for justice which echoes through the stage of life . The first designs outline the feeling of dread surrounding the era. The author vividly recreates the accounts of unspeakable truths which we prefer to push to the back of our conscience . The breaking of their backs ; neither man nor woman was spared from the sins of war ; wrath , pride and greed encumbered.

The beast and the monster ; a stray is brought into the picture several times within the scope of events … It highlights how the perception of righteousness and innocence crumbles with contact of an aota of realism. With the introduction of a secondary female character the author shifts toward the personal anecdotes based on such outlying characters . This gives a unique view into a substrata of experiences previously absent in similar works .

Amidst racial divides a new antagonist bears its fangs as the accounts of the fear felt during the 2nd wave of communism are brought back to inquire as to ; “ where is my neighbour ? “ The writer inserts herself midway to entice other litterates to record and ponder the truth of it all . All the while reminiscing about the love lost ; concluding the prologue .

For when war is more profitable than peace , words become better weapons than swords and pawns lost are fair game in the pursuit of money ; the God to which we pray . This sentiment is brought into focus as the igniting of the flames of war are recalled by the author predating everything revealed thus far . “Old men start wars but young men fight in them” has never been a truer statement .

We are diverted into the paths of those who were once unnoticed as the co-conspirators are brought to light ; a female suicide bomber and even a child soldier. Now the outliers have become the protagonists …

“ The sun sustains life, but here in this unforgiving place it kills ”

Under the conditions that befell a country none are forgiven . Children turned into orphans,
martyrs and symbols of hate whilst soldiers linger in the treelines for hours , days or even longer ;
the author with her writing prowess tugs on the humanity encased in our psyche .

TABOOS

which must never be broken were shattered beyond comparison as temples were invaded and ceasefires broken all the while the rich were made richer and the poor were made poorer.When the dust settles war merely shifts its direction the gears still turning ; for the words being preached by man and the action brought by man all for power over another man. This is evident in each stanza.

The duplicitousness of human nature is called into question as caste and creed within the factions itself comes into question . The author illustrates this in the most picturesque way bringing into the light the subtle cracks of egos .Thus the treasures of war are nothing but barren bunkers in which to hide the atrocities that once befalled and ones that were forever silenced within all who bore witness .

I would recommend this to any and all history fanatics and avid readers who enjoy wartime tales of unparalleled realism.

– Review by Trevine de Zilva

Review : Breaking News

Breaking news – a 2010 Gratiaen Award shortlist is a compilation of short stories penned down by Shirani Rajapaksha.  Each story revolves around the time of the civil war in Sri Lanka and introduces the reader to an aspect of life of a new character. Although seemingly brief the reader is plunged into lives of men and women of different ages, ethnicities and social backgrounds to be surgically extracted out of them all at the end leaving behind residue of the feelings explored. Through these stories Shirani Rajapaksha successfully portrays impressions of loss, grief, humour, simplicity and heartbreak through mundane and yet arresting episodes at that time.

Amidst the short story collection are stories like ‘Photographs in her mind’ and ‘Sepalika’   that embody the pain of the living left to weep the loss of their loved ones who were unjustly taken by the war while ‘The missing piece’ narrates to us the apocalypse on lives compromised.  ‘The man from the east’ and ‘ The boy from Wellawatte’ depicts social behaviour and ideologies that persists to date.

Whilst reading through the seventy or so pages I couldn’t help but pause at the analogies put forth. For me each of them were zones of vivid imagery of which most were extracted from objects and events of much proximity to us as Sri Lankans. One such instance that comes to mind is when thoughts were compared to “dormant serpents coiled against the cool, hard weave of a coir basket that entombed them to a life of darkness.” ‘Emerald silk’ was perhaps my near favourite the whole story being of an unnamed woman talking through her thoughts whilst simply looking out her window. The reader is taken along her transition from being trapped to soaring and finding peace in plainly her train of thoughts. Reading  through the book the raw emotions portrayed poetically and in simple language for me is best exposed in ‘Like driftwood on the Kelani’.

The book Breaking news is nothing short of a masterpiece with Ms. Shirani doing justice to characters brought about.  It is by far an accurate fiction of the times it evokes.

Reema Shakir

Review : Gods, Nukes and a whole lot of Nonsense

God’s Nukes and a whole lot of nonsense is a collection of short stories written by Shirani Rajapakse. A literary snapshot of Indian culture and way of life, it addresses common social issues and gives a peek into the mindset of some truly relatable characters.

A plethora of themes are discussed in this collection of short stories. Perhaps the most prominent of them and the most commonly portrayed is the self importance, ego, and conceitedness shown by the protagonists. The characters of Ram Pratap Sharma and the Postcard Swami are overwhelmingly egoistic, prepared to do anything to uphold their own image, often through pretence and false facade. This shines light on the particular social evil of greed, and the resulting corruption brought on by trying to satisfy one’s own ego.

Conservative Indian thought is bountiful in most, if not all the short stories. The characters are largely ignorant of the outside world, and with that ignorance comes a general hatred of the west and cultures they are not familiar with. Specific instances bring this theme out exceptionally, including the way the Swamis at the Mandir refer to tourists as ‘White Trash’, ‘White Face’, and the ‘Stingy Japanese’. Offensive humour to say the least, but the reality is obvious. An exception can be made with the character of Krishna in Meeting God, but then again even he is shown to be seeking a conservative Indian woman back home rather than settle with the largely progressive, liberal women of New York.

The concept of Indian Marriage is also touched on, as shown in this extract from ‘Prophet of the Thar’:

“The horoscopes didn’t match, the dowry wasn’t big enough, The girl wasn’t pretty enough. There were many things to consider before selecting a bride for Ram Lal and the family she would enter.”

The same story also reflects on the theme of Changes and Conflict, as evident in the lines “He was tired of being in the village and wanted to explore the land”.

Insight on an outsider’s perspective of India is well brought out in stories such as Postcard Swami, The Great Indian Itch, and In Search of a Miracle. What’s worth noting is the similar ignorance of the west towards the east, just as the conservative Indian is oblivious to the west. The tourists are shown to know nothing about India, despite choosing to visit the country. This is explicitly shown in the lines “Some of the foreigners that wondered in had that ‘just got off a plane’ look on their faces. They strolled into the mandir with absolutely no idea about anything that was Indian, except that they were now in India. They didn’t know what to expect and were duped just about every corner they turned” in the story Postcard Swami.

Shirani also reveals the wide meaning of life. What is the actual purpose of the journey of life? This makes the readers wonder what the true meaning of life is as in the extract “In Search of a Miracle”. She also shows that the genuine mindset of people deep inside, are still the same except for the outer development that had occurred.

It takes a single sentence like “I met God the other day” (Meeting God) or, “Aum Namaha Shivaya” (Gods, Nukes and a whole lot of Nonsense) to capture the readers’ attention and set the mood. They are transported to the mundane Indian livelihood where the stories are not exaggerated but derived from the raw experiences. The author’s literary talents have the magical ability of conjuring a short movie with a plot that’s relatable on many levels.   

All the short stories in this collection are set in Indian society and unfold around the lives of the localers.Whether it be in a desert , a small village, or a town, the environment builds on Indian culture. The milieu is strikingly similar to that found in Sri Lanka, owing to the fact that both countries have similar cultural roots. Particular use of traditionally Indian words and Hindu mantras bring about the setting without being overwhelming, while there is a real sense-of-place in the stories.

The style of writing employed by the author is comprehensive and descriptive. So, even if the readers are not too familiar with the settings of the stories, they could effortlessly immerse themselves in them with the vivid descriptions of the environment and the scenes. A simple and understandable language is used throughout. In addition, Shirani has managed to insert and nicely handle some techniques to add a special flavour to the stories. She uses symbolism, flashbacks and repetition to emphasize on the themes . Also, she uses eye-dialect, like in the short story ‘’The Consultant’’, where she mentions  ‘’ dizeez’’ , to showcase the Indian accent. The author’s occasional use of a common Indian vocabulary like “The food’s not too bad, yaar.” (Meeting God) and the humorous,sarcastic tone adds an additional beauty to the stories.

Although Gods, Nukes and a whole lot of Nonsense is in Indian context, the shared cultural origins brings this short story series a lot closer to every Sri Lankan’s heart. The themes incorporated, makes it relevant globally, shedding light on the social segregation between the west and the east. The conservative Indian lifestyle exposed by these stories is sure to make its contribution in bridging this gap.  “The walls were adorned with beautiful calligraphy. Aamir loved to walk around reading the sayings carved into the stone many centuries ago.” from Aamir is relatable to all regardless of their religions. Shirani shrewdly incorporates this to show how connected people are beyond social separations.The author’s efforts to show the impact of the cultural practices using different age groups is admirable.

Shirani has conveyed the encouraging as well as unhelpful sides of India through her fictitious characters. The description about each of their dwellings in the stories brings the reader closer to the characters. “The towns and villages changed, but life remained the same everywhere.”

 This sentence in one of her extracts ‘In Search of a Miracle’ perfectly portrays the realities of life which all of us are able to relate to. Each character speaks human nature filled with ego, inconsistency, fear, and spiritualism.

The story “Gods, Nukes and a whole lot of Nonsense” draws a devastating portrait of India, pools of unpleasant, ancient patriarchy swirling menacingly just beneath the tides of daily life.

Character buildup is strong, and each main character is described well both on their appearance as well as their personality and the thought processes that occur inside their head, a direct consequence of which is their actions. We see what the Swamis think of the tourists, what Ram Pratap Sharma thinks of his superiors and of himself through these exceedingly personal descriptions of the characters.

The genuine stories Rajapakse gifted through this book is bound to live within the reader’s fondest memories.

Written by

Shahini Liyanagama

Priyenkan Sritharan

Dinali Ginigaddara

Thuvaraga Thusyanthan

Review : Chant of a Million Women

A Review – ‘Chant of a Million Women’ by Shirani Rajapakse

Shirani Rajapakse’s collection of poems in the book titled “Chant of a Million Women” revolves around the themes of gender inequality, harassment and social conflicts faced by women and the poetess has effectively captured the voices of countless silenced victims in all walks of life. It is unfortunate how struggles of  women are much discussed yet seldom heard. The poetess’ attempt to bring out these unheard topics to a visible platform via poetry should indeed be applauded.

Feminism and gender equality have surprisingly become socially tabooed topics even in the current so-called ‘developed’ world. The poetess obviously has a well defined idea about feminism, which is  all genders having equal rights and opportunities..

The effort taken by the poetess in wording so many trodden down voices of women in front of the injustices they face due to their gender, is quite admirable. She brings out the silent yet strong voice of those who feel suppressed, mocked at, or frowned upon at some point of their lives just and only because of their gender.

Through her compelling writing style she gives voice to the silenced, oppressed and unheard voices or as in her words ‘chants’ of women. From 5 year olds to educated professionals regardless of their profession,  educational levels or even social background the poetess brings light upon the fact that sexual, emotional and physical mistreatment is  rampant. Her poems involving characters like the women in Sigiriya paintings, Sita, Suparnakha, Draupadi reveal how the women of ancient times  too were women with the same fears and thinking of a female mind, relatable to women even in the 21st century. The ironical fact about this is that even in today’s ‘modern’ day and age, we women still fight to be appreciated, valued and known for our intellects and abilities more than our physical appearances.  

It is scary and daunting to think that at a café’, at university, on the streets and inside one’s own home and room a woman is not safe of being taken advantage of. The sad reality is that once a woman is raped or abused, she is never the same person again. She is wounded deeply with scars that do not heal over time and Rajapakse’s words portray the pain and suffering of such victims.

Her fight against all the injustice faced by women is beautifully combined with the natural poetic skills and many poetic techniques including using the most applicable symbolism, irony, personification and free verse writing style. These poems are not just free verse but also free thoughts and free illustrations about the much unpopular and ignored topics which should be major topics in discussion. The way she brings out a certain scenario and emphasise the sensitivity and conflicts combined with it is really admirable. She also uses the brilliant technique of giving the readers the opportunity of deciding instead of sticking to her view about a particular subject and by that she has become more successful in conveying the idea of the poem more efficiently without directly offending any individual but making them to take those views into consideration. The titles of her poems are  catchy such as ‘Goddess in Chains’, ‘Chant of a Million Women’, ‘The Closet Rapist’ which capture the reader’s attention and keep them captivated.

Through a series of eye opening verses, her writing pulls at the female reader’s heartstrings and stirs a feeling of sisterhood and empathy for one another because we are all vulnerable and susceptible to the trauma that was inflicted on one of our own. Even for a male, he is forced to swallow the bitter pill that most of his gender are the abusers and rapists who violate a female’s body, mind and soul.

” I am woman, I am life

I am earth, and I bleed “ .

These empowering words taken from Rajapakse’s poem ‘Earth Song’ leave an imprint that within every woman lies strength, love and they are the equal halves of their male counterparts.

The Moon over the Stars?

  Language and the use of words rarely manages to fascinate me ; that is besides the countless times it ends up confusing me. Coming to think of it the word ‘dream’ can mean ones expectation/ goal in life but also means good visions/ hallucinations in sleep. The same applies to the other two languages I know of. Its an understandable correlation but wouldn’t calling one’s goal, ‘a dream’ make it unachievable by default? After all dreams in slumber although can seem real is infact far from reality. But maybe being unachievable is a good thing? If all of us had such low bars for setting dreams in life wouldn’t life be a lot less? I am reminded of the quote “Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll land among the stars.” Well here’s my take on it. The moon though majestic is really much closer to us than the nearest star (the sun), so technically speaking landing among the stars can be considered even better. This little bit of insight made me realize that the quote we’ve come across can also mean dream big; set the trajectory but let the momentum allow you to achieve bigger! So heres for big dreams and even bigger wins!

Reema Shakir

28th Batch

Pain of an Artist

When you say the word “artist” what’s the impression that comes to your mind? A hippie maybe,a person who’s passionately doodling. There are paintings that look totally like a doodle of a pre-schooler,some look like a angry rush of paint. We call all that art.

Art is not just that. Everything is art. The way someone writes their exam papers,in the eyes who view the beautiful sunshine, in tiptoeing of foot, even the way a surgeon does his surgery is art,surgeons leave their signature with each surgery. Everyone has some unique signature within them. We all have uniqueness as well as so many similarities. Maybe it’s genetic beacause we have 99% similar genes to everyone else and 0.1% unique genes that make us unique.

Individualism is new art now. We strive to mark our uniqueness by creating art. Anyone could create art before someone crushed them saying that their art is not worth enough. We lost our uniqueness or our inner eye when they hardwired our brains to think in the way others want us to. To move with the way others do. To be prominent but not that prominent to be point of the convergence. That hardwiring leads us to who we are today.

We cowardly wait and always look for someone’s approval. We have become people pleasers with a herd mentality being framed to concepts,borders,rituals that mean nothing to us . Neuroscientists have scanned brains of so many famous and brilliant people in their respective fields. MRI scans could pick up some important synapses in neurons and increased brain area in certain parts but there’s a missing gap in all these scans. They couldn’t detect the burning passion in them.

Artists had suppressed fury,pain,empathy,fear and so many emotions we couldn’t give a label. Black paintings of Francisco Goya were known to depict depression at its utmost. That’s what critics say but we never know what he tried to unleash on his canvas. Ever heard of Mary Barnes? This famous artist lived in a asylum for schizophrenics and first created art using her own feces on the walls in the asylum. Pretty gross? Someone thought otherwise and provided her with paint. People tend to romanticize pain of an artist. Mary Barnes wasn’t so thrilled about being an artist. Van Gogh cut off his ear out of love. He lived in an asylum later in his life.

Vincent Van Gogh was not a world reknown artist when he was alive. He was passionate about life. He painted life. Art is mere coincidence,all the unplanned moments,change and passion coming together. Today critics say that Van Gogh’s paintings done in the latter part of his life have more shades of yellow in it. They appreciate that fact but it was just a mere coincidence. Van Gogh consciously didn’t make his paintings more yellow. He used a herb simillar to digoxin and it made his vision altered. He saw the world with a tinge of yellow so he painted what he saw from his inner eye.

Artists never gain money or fame when they really need it. They all thought they were losers and that their art suck at some point of their life.Maybe most of their life. When they unchained their deepest darkest fears and insecurities everyone wondered and started admiring. Dante never met his long lost lover, Van Gogh lost his ear and friends. All of them couldn’t appreciate their brilliance with their loss. Their art were so pure because they were depicting emotions,not potraits for fame,money or status.

Don’t chase art. Find the art and passion within you. You don’t have to impress anyone, just do it for yourself. Unleash the beast within you. Don’t let the flow ruin yourself. Always be someone who has a mindset of your own.

Piyumika Jayawardene

27^th Batch