Unmindful of the endless dusty road
There I came across a kindred spirit
On a drizzled charming twilight
Laharinagar was all set to welcome us
The manifestation brimmed with her happiness.
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Published in Janapadam |
Here's my interview of Mahnaz Mohammadi for Janapadam, the magazine of Information and Public Relations Department, Government of Kerala
1- Is film a powerful tool to fight for the truth about women?
I believe that it can be one if it is used as a mirror that reveals the reality of
women’s situation, especially when it is the point of view of women, and not men
whose hands are tied to the patriarchy. Then I can say that it will be the voice of
the voiceless.
2- Can you trace the changes that have occurred in the past two decades in
your filmmaking?
The greatest change perhaps in my opinion is that I have gone from portraying
women who were separated from the society by being behind bars in Women
Without Shadows to children who experienced separation within the society in Son-
Mother. The unchangeable element in all of these narratives are the literal and
metaphorical bars that dictate lives in Iran.
3- In your interview you did with Screen Daily, you pointed out the identity of
women as being guilty. You have even mentioned in many of your interviews
that just being a woman and a filmmaker is sufficient for you to be treated as
a criminal. What happened for you to say this? Are there limitations for you
as a woman?
You are automatically guilty when you deviate from a role that a society has
prescribed for you before you were even born. Such a society even assigns you role
models that perpetuate an ideal that strays and strips a woman from her wants and
assigns you the role of a mother who would be willing to send her son to be
sacrificed for the regime’s ideology. As a woman, if you so much as question this
role, contradict this fate, you have committed a crime.
4- Did the torture that you faced in prison turn you into a fearless filmmaker?
How do you see your evolution as a filmmaker?
This is a difficult question to answer because I believe that fearlessness is an
acquired character trait, and not an inherent one. My circumstances are not
inherent to any character traits. Let me put it for you in this way. Given my
circumstances, I have had no choice but to create a new path for myself. In the
beginning, I made movies as a path towards self-discovery and investigation of the
society, but right now I believe that I should merely occupy the place that I am in
without making any claims or commitments to what I may not be able to deliver.
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In my creative smithy, there lie the soft shadows of a zillion stories. Some stories do serve as the guideposts to my heart as well as my amygdala. Let me take you all to one such story that has transformed the elixir of my life into a new empire.
My marital life has translated me to an alternative realm of realities. I have created the faint footprints I have already traversed through the pages and stages of my life. The story of mine needs no filter, especially while I was sensing the euphoria of creation within me. Putting an end to all speculations, the much-awaited day to welcome the new love of my life has reached the doorsteps. Aah, it was a C- section delivery and everything befell in a few minutes’ hurry burry. In the shades of that anaesthetic instant, I heard the doctor’s announcement, “It’s a baby boy, dear”. In that moment of cloud nine, the nurse presented my baby for a moment. For me, the firstvision of mine to him appeared faint as I was in the frenzy of the surgical unit. Just one minute and my baby had gone. I had to wait one day and night to see, touch and sense him. The day began crawling and I was counting the hours and persistently asking the nurse to show the baby. They did it twice for a few minutes and he was taken away from me. I was desperately waiting for the dawn of the next day. To my utter dismay, I was discharged from the ICU only by noon after the doctor’s checkup, nurse’s advice, and kinds of stuff. Even in those moments of sheer exhaustion, I could heave a sigh of relief thinking my mother is there to take care of him. The one who has showered her unfaltering love and care ever since my birth is there for my baby too. Her sanguine presence will bestow an alluring welcome to my baby who is no more comfortably chilling inside my tummy clinging to the umbilical cord. When it’s time for me to be in my mother’s shoes, I began craving for the auspicious vision of my little wonder. The agony and pangs of the C- section has vanished just by a glimpse of my little marvel. Here begins a fresh chapter of my life with my cutie pie.Days and months passed liked a smooth breeze. Anvik aka Kunjapp, the spring of my life has bestowed a new world of happiness and happenings to me. The mother in me started weaving the tapestries of life embellished by his hearty arrival. Every day with him seemed to be a novel experience. I am always a mother in making as I have a better role model of my mother in front of me to learn, sense, and feel the verities of motherhood. To make matters worse, she fainted all of a sudden and we had to rush to the hospital. As she felt better after a few hours of drip, the doctor suggested coming the next day for a checkup including the COVID test. Kunjapp who is so fond of his grandma wanted to be in his arms and began screaming. Amma tried to evade his presence and his prattling voice beckoned her calling Ammamma. Amma slept off within no time after having a bowl of rice soup. The next day approached within a wink and Amma went to the hospital with Achan. As Kunjapp and I usually get up after 9o’ clock, they locked the door and left for the hospital. Around 09:30, I received a call from Achan saying Amma tested COVID positive and they may take some time to reach home. I could hear Amma’s voice saying she wanted to talk to me desperately. Over the phone, she told me: “Apu, baby’s banana’s stew isthere in his bowl and try to make him eat it fully. Take great care of him. Before I reach, both ofyou move to the upstairs room”. The call got disconnected. Amma’s unflinching and unwavering support has impelled me all these years. The one-year-old mother in me is yet to travel and unravel the serene patterns of motherhood painted by a thirty-one-year-old mother. Nothing canparallel the unfaltering love and selfless sacrifice of a mother. How can I not adore her for what she is and the way she is? Get well soon! Kunjapp yearns for a nap in your lap, Amma!
Ammamma – Grandmother in Malayalam language
Amma – Mother in Malayalam language
Achan – Father in Malayalam language
This story is taken from my scribblings revolving in, around and within the universe of my darling baby Anvik’s milestones. Now, Ammamma is counting down days to meet and treat her Goan baby!
( A snippet of my published story)
“Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it” says, the renowned Russian- American novelist, Vladimir Nabokov.
Literature, being a product of culture becomes the source by which we come to know about the global scenario. Being a product of culture, it becomes the source by which we would come to know about the global scenario, multiculturalism and acts as a channel to enhance the bonds between various nations all over the world. In the contemporary era of globalisation, scientific and technological advancements, Indian writing in English is gaining momentum and numerous branches have emerged hitherto. The term diaspora has attained a place in the active vocabulary of multitudes as it is extensively used in the media, popular parlance as well as in scholarly literature.Diaspora studies linger over alienation, loneliness, rootlessness, homelessness,nostalgia, protest, assertions, search for identity, sense of acculturation, mobility and the in-between thrishanku like existence.
Diaspora Indians on foreign land express themselves best through creation of literature. The avalanche of creative outpourings have traversed the borders and a galaxy of writers has seen, felt and sensed the ethos of a disapora. Jaishree Misra is one eminent Indian novelist who rose to fame with her debut as well as her semi-autobiographical novel, Ancient Promises. Born in 1961 in a Malayali family in New Delhi, Jaishree Misra has lived the life of a diaspora and her characters do reflect those sensibilities. She holds a Master’s degree in English Literature from Kerala University, and two Post Graduate diplomas. Her notable works are Accidents like Love and Marriage, Afterwards, Rani, Secret and Lies, Secret and Sins, A Scandalous Secret, and A House for Mr. Misra.
Here's Jaishree Misra in an online conversation with our interviewer, Dr. Aparna Ajith
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Where everything looks whirled
Weaving my own tapestries of life
I just move on with the routine strife.
Fed up with the absurdity of the tainted cacophony
I crave the warmth of the bygone symphony
The very sense of exile makes me weary in this dire best
Wish I could drench in my eternal test
The mystery of this inescapable monotony lynches me
It’s time to decipher what I wish to be
Unmindful and unbothered of the veil of my reticence
I yearn to be a part of my newborn’s innocence
Curiosity deserts, vivacity dwindles, expectation escapes
in a warped world where homosapien fakes
It’s time for an unforeseen pause
As I wish to relish my poise
I desire to be in my less effervescent dome
As the converted comfort zone can mar my form
Being a misfit prompts me to soar alone
in my jubilant rhythm, I surprisingly and secretly hone”
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My published article from Kerala Calling |
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling
notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that
tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!