Sunday, 15 January 2017

VISHAKANYAKA- A REVIEW

BOOK REVIEW
Name of the Book: Vishakanyaka
Novelist: S.K.Pottekatt
Language: Malayalam
Name of the Publication: DC Books
Place of the Publication: Kottayam
Price: Rs.130
Pages: 170
ISBN No: 8126409916

Published in 1948 and written against the back drop of a historical event that has taken place in the district of Wayanad, ‘the Wildwest of Kerala’, Vishakanyaka penned by the renowned Malayali writer S.K.Pottekatt is the heroic saga of Travancore Christians who fought against the chilly winter, malaria and wild animals and who transformed the woody hills of Malabar into agricultural orchards. They had sacrificed themselves at the altar of green revolution even before the modern governments entered the scene. The novel can be looked at not as an individual story but a piece of social history in which the mankind do not bow their head before nature. People hailing from the region of Travancore had migrated to the north east regions where environment is purely hostile for their very sustenance. The hard soil of the land gives us the impression that no ploughing was done and it remained barren ever since the creation of earth. The migration continued till the late-Sixties of the 20th Century. As the title suggests, Vishakanyaka is the mythical maiden who saps the energy of the man who falls for her and it is an apt description of the land where countless men and women fell ill or died fighting the vagaries of nature. The narration of the meeting between the settlers and the soil serves as the crux of this creative output.
The first batch of Travancore settlers had to face the fatal attack of malaria. As the land was unploughed, it is designated as ‘maiden.’ The novelist confesses: “Knowingly or unknowingly, I felt a love for the Travancore brothers, who paved the first steps for a united Kerala. I think that they deserve admiration because of their astonishing industriousness and the courage, self-sufficiency and confidence for commencing a new life in an unfamiliar region, without availing any kind of governmental support or sympathy. I was urged to write this novel more by compassion and consideration I felt for their sufferings and sacrifices than reverence.”(Vishakanyaka: 7)


Pottekatt’s Vishakanyaka is a novel devoid of a particular hero. The heroine is the wild land/toxic damsel of Wayanadu, who with her magical power enchanted young farmers and sucked their blood [like a vampire or female Dracula]. Such an enthusiastic novel that describes the conflict between man and nature cannot be seen in any Indian language. The novel is a saga of mankind who are hesitant to surrender in front of the atrocities of nature. If a generation fails to achieve the goals, the next ones come forward with greater courage to continue the fight. The farmer-settlers, as a whole, are installed as the hero. ‘The elder-brothers from Travancore,’ while retaining their individual ethology, are envisaged as a single faction. The wild nature of Wayanadu waits for them with its seductive and perfidious pits. After tempting the hardworking as well as the idyllic alike, the maiden soil ridicules them. The novel is the narration of the meeting between the settlers and the soil. The bewitching but toxic land as the heroine obliterated with fatal diseases kills them at the end with her venomous embraces. The farmer settlers with their spectacular expectations and hopes finally travel to the ‘undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns’. The novel depicts the conflict between man and nature. The very notion of giving a voice to nature can be said to be postmodern. Ecocritical readings bring out the voices of Nature, or the non-human environment at its best.

Pottekatt’s characters, as he mentions in a note to another novel, “were people in blood and flesh”. It is not an individual’s story; but a piece of social history in reality. Anthony loses the ascetic, pure and innocent paradise. Here is a character, Anthony, who does not rise to the status of a hero; but he can be called the novelist’s representative/spokesman or the central consciousness. As the symbol of cruel nature, here is Madhavi and as the representation of the farmer-batch, the young man Anthony, who is defiled by her in the end of the novel. When Anthony, abandoning everything and returns to his native region, new batches of farmers, it is stated, come to the wild land of Wayanadu. To him, Madhavi becomes a venomous damsel, a serpentine/poisonous maiden, or a ‘la belle dame sans merci’ of the renowned sensuous poet John Keats. He equates the lusty maiden soil of Wayanadu with Madhavi. Knowingly or unknowingly, this becomes the surface-structural message of the novel/ novelist. But, the sincerity and adeptness in the descriptive/poetic/nature-lyrist power expose the deep-structural sub-text/texture diametrically opposite and the portrayal of Anthony turns out to be ironic.


 The novel is composed in such a way that it disentangles the intertwining histories of colonialism, capital and local agency and thereby to capture the circumstances that spawned the migration of ‘forward looking’, mostly marginal, peasants of erstwhile princely state of Travancore into its eastern hills and to the erstwhile British Malabar. It renders the message that development via collaborative effort is not at all a hard nut to crack provided the people are committed to their goals. Sacrifice is needed for any kind of development. The mode of development envisioned by him via the novel can be imitated for the betterment of our lives. Swami Vivekananda was of the firm conviction that any development can be brought out only through the people. Man has immense potentialities. Normally these energies are scattered and dissipated. If they can be converged and focused, a great power can be created. If sunlight is focused through lens, it can get rays. People took this message of swami to heart and tried to put it into practical terms. This provided the motive power for the progress of India in the achievement of independence and development in economic, political, social and other fields. . His clarion call “Uttisthata Jagrata Prapya Varannibodhata Kshurasanna Dhara Nishita Dustayadurgama Pathah tat kavayo Vadanti”– arise, awake and rest not till the goal is reached. This had an electrifying effect on multitudes across the globe. The very novel Vishakanyaka can be evaluated as the practical exortation of the philosophy of this towering figure. Hence no age and custom can stale the infinite variety made immortal by this novelist. Though it might sound dry and lengthy at some instances, the way he endeavoured to depict his eponymous hero have often succeeded in dragging back the readers’ attention and making them interested in the further description and thereby finish the novel in a single sitting. However Pottekatt has succeeded in taking his readers in the voyage to Wayanad and Vishakanyaka being considered as a classic in Malayalam is an open testimony to this.

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AN INDEPENDENCE DAY IN DEPENDENCE


 I am utmost bewildered where to set my pen off. Thanks a lot to Jagdish Jadhav sir(MSW professor, Rajasthan Central Universit) for giving me a platform to know about some kids in Ajmer district who are destined to be abnormal to the so called normal society wallas on behalf of your MSW Dept's Conference. I thank you sir a lot to enhance the urge in me to know more and more about this innocent kids in my journalistic angle far apart from the social work degree outlooks. You  are the one from whom I really learnt a lot by considering me more or less a part of the department, sir. Above all you taught me there is no need of the so called acquired status of MSW to do something qualitative for the society and what really matters is the will and a mind of sheer determination..

The desert life is back into the tracks with a mighty upstart albeit I found ridiculous and senseless for some typical multitudes. The very query of the van walla startled me- pagal wale ladkom ke school jaane ka kya saroorat he????I smelled the attitude of a mallu close friend who asked me this very query with aderision over phone the very eve. How they have become pagal wallas and how we/you have become normal wallas? A real question to b pondered over.Malignant tumour and cancer are fine and totally ok for people ,then why can’t a small fever or weakness for mind is unacceptable??I do not know.The very incertitude still remains in my entity. For, a moment I felt my silence is gonna articulate in front of the performance that made me absolutely spellbound.They put themselves in tune with the fabulous patriotic music forgetting their very limits and limitations.I heard the real Hindustani from their hearts for an instant. 

Thanks to all such cute blessed hearts for making my day a very special one by addresssing them, chatting and having food wid them.An Independence day(August 15,2016) really made feel the in-dependence I owe to other human beings. Thanks to their token of gratitude and love....Farha Khatun - stay tuned to give camera lens to their inner worlds unknown, unseen, unheard n unexperienced to the proud normal human beings...Who knows my entry to documentary arena begins from here, my girl????

My sincere gratitude to B Srinivas IAS sir, former collector of my home town for encouraging and motivating me since my school days for all my weird n rare endeavours. Your wishes made my day, Sir.

Above all, the financial, mental, moral support of my Parents, Chits and Meenukutty  for making this day as special as I planned while at home.