{"id":11970,"date":"2011-06-16T17:08:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-16T17:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/2011\/06\/mofussil-notebook-poems-of-small-town\/"},"modified":"2024-12-09T21:21:33","modified_gmt":"2024-12-09T15:51:33","slug":"mofussil-notebook-poems-of-small-town","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/mofussil-notebook-poems-of-small-town\/","title":{"rendered":"MOFUSSIL NOTEBOOK: Poems of Small-town India"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\" trbidi=\"on\">\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">EXPLORE MORE OF INDIA WITH<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">IDEAINDIA.COM<\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dUV-k-dYrz8\/Te7nBGiDb-I\/AAAAAAAAIbU\/v7AT7ONtMWI\/s1600\/IdealIndian.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"63\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" data-layzr=\"http:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/IdealIndian-3.jpg\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">&nbsp;<\/b><b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">&nbsp;<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Publisher of<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">E-BOOKS&nbsp; E-ARTICLES AND PHOTOS ON INDIA<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b>MOFUSSIL NOTEBOOK: Poems of Small-town India<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">eBook by<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">SMITA AGARWAL<\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-N0f07YWAe-s\/Tfo38HOgiNI\/AAAAAAAAIgI\/jARJ5IOq4YI\/s1600\/MOFUSSIL.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" data-layzr=\"http:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/MOFUSSIL.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;\">\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\nLike the epigraph couplet of the eighteenth century Urdu poet, Zauq, Smita Agarwal\u2019s second book of poems casts a wry and amused glance at the world around her. While poems like \u201cCatechesis\u201d, \u201cUndergraduate Indian English\u201d and \u201cMofussil Mummies\u201d explore the colonial hangover, others like \u201cI Love You\u201d reveal, with tolerant irony, the curious blend of tradition and modernity which is contemporary India.<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\nAgarwal\u2019s landscapes shift from Allahabad to Ladakh to Times Square and her emotions from playful (\u201cMy Bindi\u201d) to stark (\u201cMoving On\u201d). She also experiments with form as in \u201cGhazal: Civil Lines\u201d, \u201cThese Days\u201d (the Hindi kavi sammelan) and the folk in \u201cBinsar Barahmasa\u201d.<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Reviews <\/b><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\nSmita Agarwal\u2019s treatment of \u201clife\u2019s disenchantment\u2019s &#8230; with rare sensitivity and without a trace of self-pity prove that she is a first-rate poet from whom we can expect great writing.\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Khushwant Singh in Hindustan Times.<\/b><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\nSmita Agarwal\u2019s poems \u201cveer from the exotic to the defamiliarized\u201d yet she \u201coffers glimpses of optimism\u201d in her \u201cpainfully grown-up pieces.\u201d <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Devon Campbell-Hall in Wasafiri.<\/b><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\nSmita Agarwal\u2019s poems \u201chave the fine tenor of a practiced musician.\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp; <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Outlook<\/b>. <\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">THESE DAYS<\/b><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThis summer, the mango tree bore aubergines;<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThese days, you can\u2019t trust in anything.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nA young man, dying, made off with his nurse:<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThese days you can\u2019t trust anyone \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nMy spouse cooed, \u201cI love you deary \u2026\u201d<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThe next minute he was smooching his secretary.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThe Ganges burst its banks \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThe Ganges burst its banks and flooded the streets;<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nLalu Yadav placated us by saying the goddess<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nWished to kiss the common man\u2019s feet \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nRamlila, the story of an ideal prince, has changed its format.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nBar girls gyrate to film tunes,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nWhile Suparnakha, in her act of seduction,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nJumps into Laxman\u2019s lap.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nAnd we, the public, hiss and clap \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nGod\u2019s life story acquires a celluloid tinge \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nHow shall we place our trust in anything?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nIn the land of Buddha, man and beast co-exist in peace.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nIn overcrowded railway stations, don\u2019t be taken aback<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nIf you witness this scene. A defeated Indian in dhoti and kurta,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nCasually sipping his tea. A cow walks up to him<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nWhen his back is turned; it dips its head and pushes<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nIts wet muzzle into the cleft of his bottom<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nAnd gives him a tender nuzzle.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nNever touched like this, he shamelessly allows<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nHimself to like it \u2026 for, ever since the mango sprouted aubergines,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nWe Indians don\u2019t allow anything to surprise us,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nSince we never put our trust in anything.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nSanthara is the Jain ritual of embracing death by giving up food.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nVimla Devi, all of sixty, suffering from an incurable brain tumour<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nDecides to practise it and liberate herself.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nHer community supports her, the police stand by and watch her,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nAnd when she dies, there\u2019s a hue and cry, for in our country<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nSelf-killing is suicide and therefore a crime \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nTradition and modern laws clash and ring.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nHow should we die \u2026 how should we live \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nBy not being amazed at anything \u2026<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nIn summer, my mango tree sprouts aubergines,<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;\">\nThese days, I fail to put my trust in anything.<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;\">\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoBodyText\">\n<b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">SMITA AGARWAL<\/b> has been publishing poetry in India and abroad for over twenty years. In 1999, she has been a writer-in-residence at the universities of Stirling (Scotland) and Kent, U.K. Her critical articles on Indian Poetry in English have been published in magazines and journals like <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Poetry Review, (London)<\/b> and the <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Journal of Commonwealth Literature (UK)<\/b>. Smita Agarwal worked for her Ph D on Sylvia Plath and is currently an editor and translator for Plath Profiles the Sylvia Plath online journal, <b style=\"mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;\">Indiana University, USA<\/b>. Her day job is that of a Professor of English at the University of Allahabad, India. Her hobby is Indian music and her songs are available on www.beatofindia.com and You Tube.<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;\">\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>EXPLORE MORE OF INDIA WITH IDEAINDIA.COM &nbsp;&nbsp; Publisher of E-BOOKS&nbsp; E-ARTICLES AND PHOTOS ON INDIA MOFUSSIL NOTEBOOK: Poems of Small-town India eBook by SMITA AGARWAL &nbsp;&nbsp; Like the epigraph couplet of the eighteenth century Urdu poet, Zauq, Smita Agarwal\u2019s second book of poems casts a wry and amused glance at the world around her. While poems like \u201cCatechesis\u201d, \u201cUndergraduate Indian English\u201d and \u201cMofussil Mummies\u201d explore the colonial hangover, others like \u201cI Love You\u201d reveal, with tolerant irony, the curious blend of tradition and modernity which is contemporary India. 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