Monday, June 05, 2017
What Tanty has written is perhaps more pertinent today, given the current political environment. The Kashmir impasse, trouble in the North-East, low-intensity but recurrent conflicts in the so-called backwaters of northern and central India, as well as the urban angst where rifts between religions, upper and oppressed castes, migrant communities and the upwardly mobile are more visible, all offer a foreboding picture of what he said:
I will rebel inside your core, start a revolution
If you rule us at gunpoint forever.
The sky will be the colour of smoke; it will rain blood.
The city will be riotous. People will be oceans.
— "Just For Poetry"
Read the full review HERE.
Sunday, June 04, 2017
Monday, May 29, 2017
I wanted to say bokul, filled with the memory of my ancestral village and my grandmother, but the flower of my childhood is a milk white tagar shrubbery (a variety of gardenia?) our next-door neighbour had, next to which we spent our evenings, me and my friend Tublu. We were princes from a faraway land and we rode pitch black horses, with white diamonds on their foreheads.
Today, I don’t remember the scent of the tagar, just a feeling, of slight breeze in sweaty faces.
Monday, April 24, 2017
The credit goes to Aditi Machado for her enthusiasm for Sananta Tanty’s work.
A big shout out to Kamal Kumar Tanti for typing out the Assamese texts in a word document and to Shalim M Hussain for arranging the recording of the poet’s recitation.
Do read, or listen.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Sunday, April 02, 2017
Your friend suggests he can design the book; and also, he wants to get into publishing and so he will take care of printing, you just pay him the printing cost. But after so many terrible, disappointing experiences, you don’t want to depend on someone else, even if he is a dear friend. So you go to RK Puram and apply for ISBN numbers and start a publishing house of your own. You ask your friend to draw some graphics. You ask your friend to design and help with the printer and you do the book the way you want it. Traditional publishing be damned!
After a year, the books (500 copies of them) are in your hand, and you are faced with the same existential crisis. How do you sell the book?
You set up an Amazon.in account even though you know it’s unlikely anyone would buy it. You send messages to your friends that your book is available online, it’s just Rs 100 and they should buy it. They all reply congratulating you about the book, but hardly a few click the purchase button.
Then you decide to give the book away as gifts. You want the book to reach as many households as possible, and everybody loves a free book. You imagine, not today perhaps, but 100 years down the line someone somewhere would find the book and ‘discover’ you, even when you would be long dead. So in two years, you give away the copies of your book to every person you meet and empty your inventory.
On the way, you encounter some silver lining. A friend writes a glowing review online. An editor of a print magazine offers to review the book. A stranger purchases the book online and writers to you praising the book.
The best was saved for the last. Two years after the original publication, the book somehow finds its way to renowned author Ambai, as CS Lakshmi is known, and she finds the book interesting and does a humbling review in The Wagon Magazine. You stop and realise, this is the moment of your recognition, 100 years too soon.
The book is now history. Read the review here. http://thewagonmagazine.com/column-musings-of-an-axolotl-2/