Showing posts with label Just compositions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just compositions. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Poetry of surviving words

When Reason, completed rests.
The many voices in me silenced,
poetry struggles up through many layers
of words, sounds to letters, words and then to paper.

Each word tasted for expression,
having satiated the writing tip of my pen tongue, sometimes
unfit, spat out with scratches, again reinstated.
Perceived as misfit in the rhythm
of the life of the poem, myself.

Meaning given by thought to the
cheering of an internal audience.
Criticizing, fighting, nodding, passing selection,
not a single word escapes the stage.

Unbidden thoughts, silenced voices
jostle and push in the futile struggle to the surface of paper,
but in the democracy of my self,
only the exact right word,
is displayed, revealed to you.
This is my poetry of surviving words...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

How Do You Kill a Tree?

Trees do not die so easily. An excuse however can sentence them to death in the city - too much leaf litter in the road and driveway, road widening, flyovers, roots in the foundation, vastu problems for a shop, parking space or just the bill board visibility. You can kill a tree. Plan murder. Like the human spirit the tree too can be brought down notch by notch.
First you chop off all the branches and leaves confining the tree to a single trunk. Like a human spirit 's freedom and rights is reduced to one notion, that of just survival. An identity that that is just embodied . You then hack away at the trunk little by little till you bring the upright spirit down to its knees on the ground. Yet the tree is not dead. Even the worst mutilation cannot destroy the tree or human spirit. It just with draws inside its deep roots into the sanctity of earth, drawing life from the link to the earth. Mere human hands cannot break this down, so we call in the technology. The earth- movers come. THEY reach deep into the earth's surface and disembowel the roots. "JAD SE UKAD PHEKNA" ( uproot and throw)
The tree root stands on the tar gasping at the sky as its being dries up root tip by root tip. And the earth that covered it is blown way as dust. The tree never reaches back to the earth again. On asphalt and tar it just awaits its fiery end. Exposed, its privacy laid bare to the harshness of glare, the human spirit loses all connectedness to its nourishment, hope blows away and the spirit dies.
Every time a tree dies a bit of the human spirit dies, ringing in the death of humankind itself.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

New article: Science in Advertisements

Thanks to the Mid Day people for the edits and the smart words. and the cute title:
It's a mad ad world



Prakash, my little friend, said to me proudly, 'My brother has Jaggu'. He was referring to a popular germ on TV that causes jaundice. Have TV commercials begun to outdo Science teachers in school, I wondered. 

Putting my couch-potato skills to good use, I park myself on the sofa, grab the remote and 'learn' that bacteria take the shape of wriggly worms that vanish with a good household cleaning agent! Led by a clever chieftain, the aforementioned bacteria execute a socially organized attack. A sod like me thought social group formation happened only among bees and ants!

Then, come the boosters. These six-pack abs-sporting superheroes are in everything, from shampoos to fuel. Strange and powerful beings, they supposedly add extra strength, extra power, extra energy, extra nutrition and extra protection to any product.  Where can I get a bottle of the booster itself, I wonder. I need to add it to my thesis to make my arguments extra forceful.

The chemicals, formulae and special agents in soaps, toothpastes and cleaners, advertised on TV, are so hardworking that they can put any bai worth the bartans she washes to shame. They shine, clean, polish, dissolve, protect, varnish, whiten, colour and lighten. They also, at no extra cost, make the neighbours jealous.
 
Lest I forget, they are 'active' and 'advanced', so they keep the user (sucker?) looking daisy-fresh all day long.
The most important technological advances in this century are for personal hygiene products. At least, that's what TV commercials tell us. Take, for instance, moisture retention. Creams, liquids and oils "lock" water in our skin or hair, reversing the rules of evaporation. Now, if we only had a cream to spread for rainwater retention in deserts!

I am looking forward to getting the spray that can turn people into chocolate. What a way to end world hunger! 

Some pointers regarding measurement and statistics on TV are also interesting. You might have heard of qualitative and quantitative assessment. There is also a special non-quantifiable quantity in TV ads. Often known by terms such as 'extra', 'more', 'better' and '99.9 per cent', this quantity can never be exactly measured except by special fairness or whiteness meters, or by the quantity of dust that sticks to a wall or by the amount of hair in an evil-looking comb, or by the glow on a pampered face.

I mean to write so much more on the Science lessons taught on TV, but I simply have to 'vanish' my bathroom stains with my super complex stain remover that is tough on dirt but soft on my hands. Did I mention that my super complex stain remover can also cleverly differentiate between the oil on my hands and the oil in the kitchen sink?!

New article: Science in Advertisements

Thanks to the Mid Day people for the edits and the smart words. and the cute title:
It's a mad ad world



Prakash, my little friend, said to me proudly, 'My brother has Jaggu'. He was referring to a popular germ on TV that causes jaundice. Have TV commercials begun to outdo Science teachers in school, I wondered. 

Putting my couch-potato skills to good use, I park myself on the sofa, grab the remote and 'learn' that bacteria take the shape of wriggly worms that vanish with a good household cleaning agent! Led by a clever chieftain, the aforementioned bacteria execute a socially organized attack. A sod like me thought social group formation happened only among bees and ants!

Then, come the boosters. These six-pack abs-sporting superheroes are in everything, from shampoos to fuel. Strange and powerful beings, they supposedly add extra strength, extra power, extra energy, extra nutrition and extra protection to any product.  Where can I get a bottle of the booster itself, I wonder. I need to add it to my thesis to make my arguments extra forceful.

The chemicals, formulae and special agents in soaps, toothpastes and cleaners, advertised on TV, are so hardworking that they can put any bai worth the bartans she washes to shame. They shine, clean, polish, dissolve, protect, varnish, whiten, colour and lighten. They also, at no extra cost, make the neighbours jealous.
 
Lest I forget, they are 'active' and 'advanced', so they keep the user (sucker?) looking daisy-fresh all day long.
The most important technological advances in this century are for personal hygiene products. At least, that's what TV commercials tell us. Take, for instance, moisture retention. Creams, liquids and oils "lock" water in our skin or hair, reversing the rules of evaporation. Now, if we only had a cream to spread for rainwater retention in deserts!

I am looking forward to getting the spray that can turn people into chocolate. What a way to end world hunger! 

Some pointers regarding measurement and statistics on TV are also interesting. You might have heard of qualitative and quantitative assessment. There is also a special non-quantifiable quantity in TV ads. Often known by terms such as 'extra', 'more', 'better' and '99.9 per cent', this quantity can never be exactly measured except by special fairness or whiteness meters, or by the quantity of dust that sticks to a wall or by the amount of hair in an evil-looking comb, or by the glow on a pampered face.

I mean to write so much more on the Science lessons taught on TV, but I simply have to 'vanish' my bathroom stains with my super complex stain remover that is tough on dirt but soft on my hands. Did I mention that my super complex stain remover can also cleverly differentiate between the oil on my hands and the oil in the kitchen sink?!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

TRY LOVE



 

 

As I look out at the rain tree outside my window, the wind blows hard and the tiny leaves are lifted from the branches and fall to the ground creating a shower of leaf rain. The leaves down know where they are going but set out, leave the brach and are ready to let go and be carried by the wind. The courage of the leaves to journey got me thinking about love. Yes courage for me is love. Very often we talk of love as if we know everything about it. Poetry, songs, cards, flowers all talk of love. Messages beam down from the skies and columns like this in print explain this profound emotion to us.

What then is love? Love is courage. It is another form of bravery; love is a soldier’s job description. Like courage, love springs from the irrational risk-taking part of our personality. Love like courage has risky outcomes. Love does not have exact predictable behavior patterns. Love is not like courage, it is courage. In fact love and courage are two faces of the same coin. To check if you are truly in love, check if you are courageous. If not it’s just an illusion, not real love. Being able to show that you are vulnerable is love.

Love is not desire .Love is the courage to let the other person be, Love is the courage to let the other person go, love is the courage to let the other see you for what you are, love is the courage to stand up and seek a God that you have no guarantee of finding, love is the trust that she will find you, if you search without guarantee of finding.

 

“Come,” I said to myself, “let me be courageous, let me try love! Let me risk floating away where the wind carries me.”

 

 

Friday, July 25, 2008

Midday article #3


Pedestrian Privilege

It was 9 am on a weekday and here I was in Eugene, in the US state of Oregon, crossing a road. The manicured lawns were green carpets broken only by well maintained tree spaces. The neat pavements made walking a pleasure and I had been walking for many kilometers without feeling tired. Then as I came to the intersection of two roads without traffic lights, I stopped. As a good urban resident, I looked right and left and around and saw a car approaching in the distance and stopped. As the car neared the crossroads, I began to look around at the interesting houses and gardens around me. The car, an SUV, halted at the intersection. The driver rolled his window down and waved a hand at me. “Hey Lady,” he said, “Are you going to cross or not?” Totally culture shocked, I went across the road feeling like a VIP. Still in a kind of a daze I admit that I sort of hopped past quickly and the driver smiled. I thought that the driver must be one of those rare polite people. A few minutes later, I reached a busy intersection and was waiting for the “walk” sign in the pedestrian crossing. The signal was go for traffic and stop for pedestrians. A set of three cars came whizzing by. Then the moment I was joined by another pedestrian, they halted. The other walker confidently stepped out and so did I. Habituated to cars speeding up when they see a pedestrian in Bangalore, I hurried across nervously. The University student who crossed after me smiled at me and I just asked him, “Why did those cars stop for us? Wasn’t it their turn to go?” “Oh,” he replied, “In Eugene, runners, walkers and cyclists are privileged over cars!”
As I continued to saunter on the sidewalk towards the book store, I experienced the dignity of being a pedestrian. A person who has the space to walk, to cross the road and whose path is paved with level sidewalks is privileged. In the greater economy of the good earth, the walker is a low consumer of resources, a nonpolluter, not an obstruction to traffic!
In my own country, in my own Bengaluru, shady avenues and pavements are being destroyed to make way for cars or optic cables. There are no pedestrian crossings on many main roads for long distances. Improbable pavements with holes and scarred by developmental works suddenly vanish and appear at regular intervals. Even on the famous MG road! There, I know, I will pine for this dignity of walking the urban streets on a pavement. Not yet, as I am still in Eugene as I write this down. I will walk. That’s my privilege in this foreign country.

Miday Article 2: on the Tiger ( unedited)

The tiger and its tale

Every time I am faced with a problem with something in life I know that some flattery, money or request or some form of bargain can solve my problem. There are agents and agencies that will get me a passport, a job or supply me with ground water to fill my sump. We get by everyday with compromise and bribery. I realized that we also get by with campaigns and petitions, awareness programs and articles about human responsibility to larger problems in our world.
When I was a teen I signed petitions for the project tiger and covered my room with posters that loudly proclaimed” save the tiger.” I see this scenario repeating today. Following reports of the tiger task force, the nation is in a frenzy of activity to protect the tiger. Children being interviewed on a popular T.V channel said, “The tiger is endangered we must save it.” How? Unfortunately Nature cannot read these articles or participate in campaigns.
Every conversation I listen to around me is bent on proving that development is important and how we can “manage” nature and create a world where the tribal and the tiger can live together. We want roads, infrastructure, tools, cars and machines and we also want the tigers in abundance. The question is not about the tribal or the tiger. It is also not about the poacher, or the hunter who is made into a villain in the whole discourse of the disappearing tiger. It is about the attitude of the human beings now who under the guise of being “Pro-development” believe that a signature absolves them of their responsibility to the tiger, while their urban lifestyles suck the life out of forests which are the tigers’ home and territory.
Companies and the government which engage in contradictory policies and eco-wash type of tokenism are as much to blame. While media attention is lead to focus on tigers being shot or killed by gangs of organized poachers, the forests are being thinned. The problem is not that there are not enough tigers, but the problem is that certain kinds of human beings are disappearing – those human beings that believed in being content and using minimal resources. The vanishing tiger is but a symptom of a larger malady – that of the modern human condition. “Don’t be content” says every advertisement that recommends we consume more and more.
Unfortunately the natural world cannot understand the grand vision and mission statements of the campaigns that support nature, nor can the tiger. We must realize that we cannot also bribe nature with action-less petitions and green-washed speeches. Nature in the form of forests, animals and water bodies is real and it needs real commitments. These commitments must start with individual and community responsibility to the environment. Start right with our lifestyles. Right now, today!

Midday article1

Published in Midday:
Karma credit cards and karma limits.

I stood outside the gate, looking at the burst water pipe discharging water in a stream on the road. My neighbour said “It is all our karma! There is so much water in front of us yet there is not a drop in the house. I must have denied water to someone at some time.” As I walked back indoors, I tried to reason out the idea that karma is a sort of ‘Newtonian Karma’ (physicists please excuse this phrase). In other words some action done in some unknown past comes back exactly in the same way to torment you in the present. The karmic calculations are really difficult and it leaves us victims with no choice in the matter. In my reading of many scriptures I didn’t exactly come across this notion of action and reaction.
What then is Karma? I understand Karma like a credit card account. Each one of who gets a customised Karma credit card. Part of the card customisation is also the body you have. When your credit card is cancelled you die, reapply, and change your card. Your credits are transferred to the new card in your next life. You can upgrade or downgrade your card by your actions.
Everyone comes with a credit limit or karma limit on their Karma card. Just like the credit card, it is a very personal thing. Just as in case of a credit card outward appearances cannot reveal your credit status so judgments about bad karma and retribution cannot be made. Naive judgments about others deserving certain karma are senseless. The principle of karma can be instead used to look at the interplay between what we want and what we have. It informs the idea of contentment in our everyday life.
When your desire exceeds what your KC limit allows, you suffer as you will not get what you want. This is “bad karma”. If you desire things within your limit then it is possible to have great pleasure. Popularly this would be “good karma”. If you do not use your card at all you may said to be liberated. You can run bad debts (be unethical), pay high interest rates (pain) or some times by dramatic events change your card.
The final thought I had was of offers that perhaps have been included in the Karma credit card. Sharing love is a definitely a cash back offer and letting others use your card reduces interest rates. We also have add-on cards with the close people in our life and finally perhaps the divine can increase the credit limit at her discretion.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The tiger and its tale

This article has been published in Miday , Bangalore in the opinion column.


Every time I am faced with a problem with something in life I know that some flattery, money or request or some form of bargain can solve my problem. There are agents and agencies that will get me a passport, a job or supply me with ground water to fill my sump. We get by everyday with compromise and bribery. I realized that we also get by with campaigns and petitions, awareness programs and articles about human responsibility to larger problems in our world.
When I was a teen I signed petitions for the project tiger and covered my room with posters that loudly proclaimed” save the tiger.” I see this scenario repeating today. Following reports of the tiger task force, the nation is in a frenzy of activity to protect the tiger. Children being interviewed on a popular T.V channel said, “The tiger is endangered we must save it.” How? Unfortunately Nature cannot read these articles or participate in campaigns.
Every conversation I listen to around me is bent on proving that development is important and how we can “manage” nature and create a world where the tribal and the tiger can live together. We want roads, infrastructure, tools, cars and machines and we also want the tigers in abundance. The question is not about the tribal or the tiger. It is also not about the poacher, or the hunter who is made into a villain in the whole discourse of the disappearing tiger. It is about the attitude of the human beings now who under the guise of being “Pro-development” believe that a signature absolves them of their responsibility to the tiger, while their urban lifestyles suck the life out of forests which are the tigers’ home and territory.
Companies and the government which engage in contradictory policies and eco-wash type of tokenism are as much to blame. While media attention is lead to focus on tigers being shot or killed by gangs of organized poachers, the forests are being thinned. The problem is not that there are not enough tigers, but the problem is that certain kinds of human beings are disappearing – those human beings that believed in being content and using minimal resources. The vanishing tiger is but a symptom of a larger malady – that of the modern human condition. “Don’t be content” says every advertisement that recommends we consume more and more.
Unfortunately the natural world cannot understand the grand vision and mission statements of the campaigns that support nature, nor can the tiger. We must realize that we cannot also bribe nature with action-less petitions and green-washed speeches. Nature in the form of forests, animals and water bodies is real and it needs real commitments. These commitments must start with individual and community responsibility to the environment. Start right with our lifestyles. Right now, today!

Monday, November 19, 2007

On faiths

A satori I had heard once that I would like to share.

There were once two sects of worshippers in a village in India. One set of people loved Shiva and were to wear horizontal ash lines on thier fore head.The other sect who worshipped another God Vishnu, used the long vertical Vermilion mark on thier head. They would use every oppurtunity to prove who was right - the horizontals or the verticals.

One day there was a huge flood in the village and all the people gathered into the one large common hall to shelter from the rain and storm. The horizontals noticed that there were vertical rafters and were upset . "We will not tolerate anything vertical" they said.:mad: They began tearing down the vertical rafters. The verticals noticed and were upset even more. "We will not tolerate any Horizontals!!" said they, and cut down all the horizontal rafters. "The Roof! The Roof !" cried a few people with common sense. But alas with rafters gone, all the hay came tumbling down equally on both the horizontals and the verticals, leaving them open to the merciless rain.
:)

Monday, August 20, 2007

The Importance of Being Prime


Being inspired to write during a math lecture, I came up with this piece and I think it is good enough to share.
The importance of being prime
In this world there are two kinds of people- the Primes and the Non primes. The primes understand cantors and functions and square root identities. The non primes watch wide eyed as the world is analysed into neat squiggly formulae, equations both linear and nonlinear. Primes are rumoured to speak ( write ) a language of their own. Some special Fermat primes can speak, write and actually describe physical reality. Primes are optimistic. They think that there are only primes in this world. They firmly believe that every non prime is potentially a prime and they, the non primes do not know it. The non primes also don't know why the primes are so enthusiastic about cantors and nonlinear equations.
I heard that it will turn out to be that primes are infinite in number. So are the non primes. In a larger crowd it is easier to find a non prime than a prime. The primes are happy, there are many more non primes who can be prime!
I think that being a prime is magical and mystical. You get to play a game in which even if you negate the square root of 8436 times the x squared and add it to the inverse of infinity and still you can never blow up the world or slow your tea from cooling down.

The Importance of Being Prime


Being inspired to write during a math lecture, I came up with this piece and I think it is good enough to share.
The importance of being prime
In this world there are two kinds of people- the Primes and the Non primes. The primes understand cantors and functions and square root identities. The non primes watch wide eyed as the world is analysed into neat squiggly formulae, equations both linear and nonlinear. Primes are rumoured to speak ( write ) a language of their own. Some special Fermat primes can speak, write and actually describe physical reality. Primes are optimistic. They think that there are only primes in this world. They firmly believe that every non prime is potentially a prime and they, the non primes do not know it. The non primes also don't know why the primes are so enthusiastic about cantors and nonlinear equations.
I heard that it will turn out to be that primes are infinite in number. So are the non primes. In a larger crowd it is easier to find a non prime than a prime. The primes are happy, there are many more non primes who can be prime!
I think that being a prime is magical and mystical. You get to play a game in which even if you negate the square root of 8436 times the x squared and add it to the inverse of infinity and still you can never blow up the world or slow your tea from cooling down.

Monday, April 16, 2007


pain


thank you


you tell me I am alive


wake up


my


sleeping muscles


prick my being


into intolerable existence


yet


only you


show me


I am real


not


a wisp of Maya


floating in


in the unreachable depths of Nirvana


you are the here and now


excruciating


unbearable


pain

pain


thank you


you tell me I am alive


wake up


my


sleeping muscles


prick my being


into intolerable existence


yet


only you


show me


I am real


not


a wisp of Maya


floating in


in the unreachable depths of Nirvana


you are the here and now


excruciating


unbearable


pain

pain


thank you


you tell me I am alive


wake up


my


sleeping muscles


prick my being


into intolerable existence


yet


only you


show me


I am real


not


a wisp of Maya


floating in


in the unreachable depths of Nirvana


you are the here and now


excruciating


unbearable


pain

Monday, September 11, 2006

Creativity and Verrier Elwin

This is an assignment I did for a class and I think I will publish it.
On
Verrier Elwin’s Autobiography which is called “The Tribal world of Verrier Elwin- An Autobiography”.
"The Tribal World of Verrier Elwin is the story of one of the greatest scholars and champions of India's tribal peoples. The hugely controversial Elwin's moving autobiography received the Sahitya Akademi award, which noted its 'sincerity', courage and charm, revealing a mind in which Western and Indian idealism were uniquely blended”.

- from the Vedam books website review of the book


The Book and Me!
When I was living in the Himalayas without so many modern comforts that we take for granted in the modern world, a visitor to the ashram mentioned Verrier Elwin’s name and told me I was trying to be one.
What was a Verrier Elwin?
I saw a book by Ram Guha on him but somehow I never got the inclination to read it . A few days ago in one of Bangalore’s book fairs I picked up an oxford ‘three in one’ classic paper book called “Lives in the Wilderness”. Since I was doing something on nature, I thought I could make this book a part of my background reading!



Creativity and Verrier.

In science, creativity is linked to discoveries and invention which like all definitions narrows down the scope of what one can call creative. But my take on creative thinking is that one can live life as a creation. To actively take on a set of values that you have to invent and reinvent every moment in your life is living a life in creativity. Creative thinking comes from a way to transform what is given –circumstances, events or data into something beyond -a new paradigm of living itself. Verrier’s life exemplifies this transformation.
At the same time Verrier is also an acclaimed writer with many books to his credit. His Autobiography is a pleasure to read with the right mix of humour and serious thought. I can see both creative and critical thinking in his work. I enjoyed reading the book and hope that some or the other time all of you will flip through the original. There are also small poems, parts of letters translations of tribal song and pieces of prose by other writers. This is a story as interesting as the narratives of tribals themselves. The autobiography is anecdotal so you can read bits and pieces in the middle if you like.


My story of Verrier’s story that I read.

What is a Verrier?

A Trishanku who found his heaven

They talk of suspension between two worlds- a Trishanku.
A verrier who was Elwin was born in Britain,
baptised by the church,
a bishop he was
till he came
to our world, India.
Where touched by Bapu-
a vishvamitra of satyagraha,
he began his ascent into worlds
that he didn’t belong in.


Writing a summary of an autobiography is somewhat of a challenge because the moment you put your words on paper, the book is transformed from an autobiography into a biography. If you use the author’s words exactly the way he used them, the summary becomes a long quotation, with no reference to context. Instead what I choose to do in this piece of writing is to tell a story of Verrier Elwin in my words after reading from the book. And because this is a book project, I will try and mention those ideas or quotations from the book that I liked. I also will try to trace from the story the answer to the question-“what made Verrier Elwin a creative person?” -creative as I described earlier, in the meaning of causing a transformation, creating a new vision where none was before.
If there is one thing I want to take on from this book it is the performs into city offered for a book supposedly written by a famous anthropologist not once did I have to look up a word in a dictionary or ponder or the right meaning of a technical term in anthropology . I was surprised at the ease with which I could read the book. This book is not to be thread for its profound insides of analysis instead it is a voyage of discovery of a human being in search of truth, beauty and love. The best part is he had a good time during this voyage.
Some places in the book you can see the writer is old and he wanders off from the serial relating of events and then comes back to the point again and resumes his narration.
Verrier quite simply tells us the story of his life .
Childhood
Verrier writes of his childhood in a Christian evangelist family. Two chapters of his autobiography cover his childhood and youth in England. He spares no time whining about hard times but easily writes of poverty, loneliness and his childhood struggles which taught him not to expect anything in life. He did have many people connected in many ways to India. Verrier was born in Dover, Kent in 1902 as the son of a bishop. The adult Elwin looks back to see the significance of this day –
“ a day which is tragically associated by the church with the beheading of John the Baptist and the birthday of King Herod,…..”.Three paragraphs into the episode of his birth, you can see how the writer will tell his story.

Of his parents, he was closer to his mother as his father was often away on tours. His mother is describes by Verrier as ‘intelligent, beautiful and imaginative but afraid of boredom’. After his father's death, Verrier’s mother turned to a livelier form of the Anglican Church revivalist evangelism. This provided his mother a chance of speaking with tongues or dancing in ecstasy near the holy table as opposed to the more staid Anglican Church Christianity. This stream of Christianity was sterner about sin and the pleasures of flesh and was almost ascetic in its practices.
Because of this religious fervor, the element children, Verrier his sister, and brother had to forgo many of the pleasures that accompany normal childhood. There was always the chance of a visitation from Jesus, what if he arrived during a play or a show?

Many interesting relations on his mother’s side gave his family shelter and took care of the needs of the mother and her children. Right here, his religious upbringing comes into conflict and causes him trouble. Would his grandmother, who was generous with pocket money, go to hell because she took swigs of brandy from a hidden bottle in her dress cupboard? Verrier mentions that many of his relations lived and worked in India.
Verrier claims that his childhood was not easy but he was happy. His adventures and learning in school were instrumental in giving him experiences that may be a different school could have done differently. All the limitations in his life actually taught him not to expect anything and so he says that later on he was able to be grateful to life when anything nice happened to him.

His love for writing and poetry had its roots in his student life when he opted to study English literature which was still a new field of study.

Youth

Verrier went to Merton College in oxford. He won many scholarships and prizes which he mentions rather casually in his autobiography. Instead, descriptions of people he met or was influenced by, books and landscapes of college life find centre stage in his prose.
The delightful story of Sir Herbert, the snobbish president of Magdelen College and Mrs Beasent must be retold. This story was making the rounds of colleges in oxford along with others about the snobbery when Verrier first heard it. Mrs Beasent came to have Krishnamurti admitted in the college. Seeing that Sir Herbert was reluctant, she remarked that her ward was special.” But my ward is a special person ”.she is said to have said ,”But he does happen to be the Son of God”. Sir Herbert is said to have replied to this “Madam we have the sons of many distinguished people in this college.”
Verrier however limited by the demands of his faith had few indulgences but poetry. After some unsuccessful attempts at boxing and soccer, Verrier took up religion as a pastime. “In place of bridge or racing” he writes.
He also recounts taking Dr Radhakrishnan out punting and asking him if he knew anything about comparative religions.

Following what could be termed as an ideal career path, he was offered a job as the vice principal of Wyncliff Hall and was made a chaplain too. But his dabbling in all kinds of literature meant his discussions were tending towards Catholicism and mysticism and soon he lost his job. His plans to take up work among the poor of London also fell through. We find an Elwin, poor without a job, unsure of the practice of his faith and unable to even follow the yearnings of his heart to serve the poor as a spiritual leader. In course of this time he was also fortunate to meet a Ceylon missionary called Bernard Aluvihare. Bernard not only introduced him to the real Asia but also kindled his interest in the Indian nationalist movement and philosophy. Verrier claims that Bernard was an antidote to his notions of Asian who he believed were “Wogs and Natives” As if all circumstances coming together, at this time that he heard of a movement called Christa Seva Sangh being run by a Father Winslow.
This was looking at reorienting Christianity in such a way to reconnect to the poor and also the cause of Indian nationalism and culture. Verrier was inspired by the thought of this novel experiment in living a different life and he along with others decided to join this order and move to India.

India of Gandhi

After a visit to Ceylon, Verrier landed in beautiful Malabar and was stuck by the beauty of the landscape. He arrived in Pune in 1927 and joined the Christha Seva Sangh. For Verrier,by the standards of 1927, the life at CCS was odd for an Englishman. They had Indian Food served to them in brass plates and katories.
They had to eat from them sitting crossed legged on the floor every meal. The dress was a Kadhi Habit.and the inmates had to learn Marathi.

An important event in the year 1928 for Verrier was his first visit to Sabarmati ashram and close contact with Gandhiji. He went there to attend an interreligious conference organised by B.P Wadia. In Verrier’s own words-
“From The moment of my arrival there I was doomed” he writes, “for long I was a sympathetic fellow traveler , now I became an ardent disciple”
It was during that visit that something transformed in the British born priest. Verrier the Indian was born. Very often in his autobiography, he keeps recollecting the various experiences he had during this time, and of Gandhiji influence on his life.

Unfortunately Verrier fell sick the same year with acute dysentery, and had to go back to England for convalescence. During this time Verrier produced small books on his faith and mysticism. But as soon as he was well enough he came back to India with a stopover at Palestine.

A few months after Verrier’s arrival, Father Winslow, left him in charge of the Ashram with slightly unpleasant consequences. Verrier’s association with the Indian National Movement and other Gandhians, and their stay at the C.S.S. led him into confrontations with the Clergy and the British government. He was reprimanded by his superiors in the church and he began to dissociate form the CSS from 1928-32, while remaining in close touch with Gandhi.
Verrier narrates for us the events of our own history. Strangely I did not find the narrative British. What is also refreshing in this account of this time is that there is frank respect and adoration of Gandhiji without it becoming a sheepy- dog- eyed worship. Elwin doesnot agree to Gandhiji’s views on puritan life. During this time Gandhiji asked him to go and work among the poor and the villages. When he was ready to do so and discussing various possibilities, Sardar Patel laid the first stepping stone of his life’s purpose by advising him to leave villages alone and instead to work with the tribals. His friend Shamrao, another priest from England joined him in Poona and the two embarked on a tour of tribal India. The individual history of Verrier gets enmeshed with the histories of the independence struggle around this time. It was during one such period that J. Bajaj asked Elwin to take a turn as President when it was the turn of an Englishman to occupy it.

This spurred Elwin into his own “true path” and he turned to his plan to work in the Gond area. There on the mud floor of small hut with a thatch roof, he fell again for the call of the primitive world. “In that little good shed I realized I would be able to escape the call of the (modern) primitive world.

Tribal India

Verrier’s autobiography moves into a realm where I cannot tell the story any better except in his own words.
He consequently broke away from the church when they refused to support the cause of a free India preferring instead to remain loyal to the colonisers. It was very painful time during Verrier’s life as he struggled to find a place for his faith without being disloyal to his religion. It was harder as the church preferred to be loyal to the colonizers rather than the people it served and for Elwin this was against the very spirit of Christianity. Verrier also began his crusade against Puritanism in any form as it seems to make the tribals in to wrongdoers just because of their freer ways of living. His differences with Gandhiji’s views on this too become evident.
Verrier spent his time moving from tribal village to tribal village, living with the tribals and serving them. Taking on a self imposed vow of poverty and service, he and his friend biut themselves a camp home in sachrwanchapar. Verrier began to document the tribal life in its entirety while still engaging in serving them. He calls this Philanthropology. What is Verrier’s autobiography is also the biography of the tribes he studied. There are stories of the people he met ,the land and forests he lived in as well as his own life. Every detail is alive and brought to the reader ,whether it is a Ghotul ( Community house) of the tribals or the leper’s ashram set up by him for the tribes.
Fact is woven into poetical fact and his passion and love for the people that he worked with shows itself through every time, whether it the boy who liked to kiss the radio set or the poor tribal Gonds in the jail, their ‘eyes like frightened deer’. The chapters that follow on Elwin’s life cannot be easily paraphrased without losing their charm and poetry. He traveled the central Indian regions with the Gonds, Santhaals and the Marias. He also spent time in the North east visiting many tribes.Many times he was sick and unwell yet he never let go of an opportunity to visit any last inhabited tribal settlement. The ministry of home affairs gave him a consultant position on tribal issues. During the course of his life he wrote many books documenting the life of tribals and translating their songs and myths .This autobiography was published three months after he passed away.
I will be reading bits of this part of his story for my presentation hence I choose not to write it all down here.

Journey’s end
Verrier’s eternal quest he says was love truth and beauty. He claims in his book that he found them in the simpler joys of life- his family, the tribal way of life and his friends. To him, love illuminates knowledge .His last chapters are philosophical in the sense that he seeks to define the meaning of his life and wishes the reader to take away one central message from his life. This is the message of compassionate love. Not an abstract love but love in action.

I conclude this story with his message-

“Love and the duties it imposes is the real lesson of the forest”.




















I plan to next read Guha's book on Verrier elwin.

Creativity and Verrier Elwin

This is an assignment I did for a class and I think I will publish it.
On
Verrier Elwin’s Autobiography which is called “The Tribal world of Verrier Elwin- An Autobiography”.
"The Tribal World of Verrier Elwin is the story of one of the greatest scholars and champions of India's tribal peoples. The hugely controversial Elwin's moving autobiography received the Sahitya Akademi award, which noted its 'sincerity', courage and charm, revealing a mind in which Western and Indian idealism were uniquely blended”.

- from the Vedam books website review of the book


The Book and Me!
When I was living in the Himalayas without so many modern comforts that we take for granted in the modern world, a visitor to the ashram mentioned Verrier Elwin’s name and told me I was trying to be one.
What was a Verrier Elwin?
I saw a book by Ram Guha on him but somehow I never got the inclination to read it . A few days ago in one of Bangalore’s book fairs I picked up an oxford ‘three in one’ classic paper book called “Lives in the Wilderness”. Since I was doing something on nature, I thought I could make this book a part of my background reading!



Creativity and Verrier.

In science, creativity is linked to discoveries and invention which like all definitions narrows down the scope of what one can call creative. But my take on creative thinking is that one can live life as a creation. To actively take on a set of values that you have to invent and reinvent every moment in your life is living a life in creativity. Creative thinking comes from a way to transform what is given –circumstances, events or data into something beyond -a new paradigm of living itself. Verrier’s life exemplifies this transformation.
At the same time Verrier is also an acclaimed writer with many books to his credit. His Autobiography is a pleasure to read with the right mix of humour and serious thought. I can see both creative and critical thinking in his work. I enjoyed reading the book and hope that some or the other time all of you will flip through the original. There are also small poems, parts of letters translations of tribal song and pieces of prose by other writers. This is a story as interesting as the narratives of tribals themselves. The autobiography is anecdotal so you can read bits and pieces in the middle if you like.


My story of Verrier’s story that I read.

What is a Verrier?

A Trishanku who found his heaven

They talk of suspension between two worlds- a Trishanku.
A verrier who was Elwin was born in Britain,
baptised by the church,
a bishop he was
till he came
to our world, India.
Where touched by Bapu-
a vishvamitra of satyagraha,
he began his ascent into worlds
that he didn’t belong in.


Writing a summary of an autobiography is somewhat of a challenge because the moment you put your words on paper, the book is transformed from an autobiography into a biography. If you use the author’s words exactly the way he used them, the summary becomes a long quotation, with no reference to context. Instead what I choose to do in this piece of writing is to tell a story of Verrier Elwin in my words after reading from the book. And because this is a book project, I will try and mention those ideas or quotations from the book that I liked. I also will try to trace from the story the answer to the question-“what made Verrier Elwin a creative person?” -creative as I described earlier, in the meaning of causing a transformation, creating a new vision where none was before.
If there is one thing I want to take on from this book it is the performs into city offered for a book supposedly written by a famous anthropologist not once did I have to look up a word in a dictionary or ponder or the right meaning of a technical term in anthropology . I was surprised at the ease with which I could read the book. This book is not to be thread for its profound insides of analysis instead it is a voyage of discovery of a human being in search of truth, beauty and love. The best part is he had a good time during this voyage.
Some places in the book you can see the writer is old and he wanders off from the serial relating of events and then comes back to the point again and resumes his narration.
Verrier quite simply tells us the story of his life .
Childhood
Verrier writes of his childhood in a Christian evangelist family. Two chapters of his autobiography cover his childhood and youth in England. He spares no time whining about hard times but easily writes of poverty, loneliness and his childhood struggles which taught him not to expect anything in life. He did have many people connected in many ways to India. Verrier was born in Dover, Kent in 1902 as the son of a bishop. The adult Elwin looks back to see the significance of this day –
“ a day which is tragically associated by the church with the beheading of John the Baptist and the birthday of King Herod,…..”.Three paragraphs into the episode of his birth, you can see how the writer will tell his story.

Of his parents, he was closer to his mother as his father was often away on tours. His mother is describes by Verrier as ‘intelligent, beautiful and imaginative but afraid of boredom’. After his father's death, Verrier’s mother turned to a livelier form of the Anglican Church revivalist evangelism. This provided his mother a chance of speaking with tongues or dancing in ecstasy near the holy table as opposed to the more staid Anglican Church Christianity. This stream of Christianity was sterner about sin and the pleasures of flesh and was almost ascetic in its practices.
Because of this religious fervor, the element children, Verrier his sister, and brother had to forgo many of the pleasures that accompany normal childhood. There was always the chance of a visitation from Jesus, what if he arrived during a play or a show?

Many interesting relations on his mother’s side gave his family shelter and took care of the needs of the mother and her children. Right here, his religious upbringing comes into conflict and causes him trouble. Would his grandmother, who was generous with pocket money, go to hell because she took swigs of brandy from a hidden bottle in her dress cupboard? Verrier mentions that many of his relations lived and worked in India.
Verrier claims that his childhood was not easy but he was happy. His adventures and learning in school were instrumental in giving him experiences that may be a different school could have done differently. All the limitations in his life actually taught him not to expect anything and so he says that later on he was able to be grateful to life when anything nice happened to him.

His love for writing and poetry had its roots in his student life when he opted to study English literature which was still a new field of study.

Youth

Verrier went to Merton College in oxford. He won many scholarships and prizes which he mentions rather casually in his autobiography. Instead, descriptions of people he met or was influenced by, books and landscapes of college life find centre stage in his prose.
The delightful story of Sir Herbert, the snobbish president of Magdelen College and Mrs Beasent must be retold. This story was making the rounds of colleges in oxford along with others about the snobbery when Verrier first heard it. Mrs Beasent came to have Krishnamurti admitted in the college. Seeing that Sir Herbert was reluctant, she remarked that her ward was special.” But my ward is a special person ”.she is said to have said ,”But he does happen to be the Son of God”. Sir Herbert is said to have replied to this “Madam we have the sons of many distinguished people in this college.”
Verrier however limited by the demands of his faith had few indulgences but poetry. After some unsuccessful attempts at boxing and soccer, Verrier took up religion as a pastime. “In place of bridge or racing” he writes.
He also recounts taking Dr Radhakrishnan out punting and asking him if he knew anything about comparative religions.

Following what could be termed as an ideal career path, he was offered a job as the vice principal of Wyncliff Hall and was made a chaplain too. But his dabbling in all kinds of literature meant his discussions were tending towards Catholicism and mysticism and soon he lost his job. His plans to take up work among the poor of London also fell through. We find an Elwin, poor without a job, unsure of the practice of his faith and unable to even follow the yearnings of his heart to serve the poor as a spiritual leader. In course of this time he was also fortunate to meet a Ceylon missionary called Bernard Aluvihare. Bernard not only introduced him to the real Asia but also kindled his interest in the Indian nationalist movement and philosophy. Verrier claims that Bernard was an antidote to his notions of Asian who he believed were “Wogs and Natives” As if all circumstances coming together, at this time that he heard of a movement called Christa Seva Sangh being run by a Father Winslow.
This was looking at reorienting Christianity in such a way to reconnect to the poor and also the cause of Indian nationalism and culture. Verrier was inspired by the thought of this novel experiment in living a different life and he along with others decided to join this order and move to India.

India of Gandhi

After a visit to Ceylon, Verrier landed in beautiful Malabar and was stuck by the beauty of the landscape. He arrived in Pune in 1927 and joined the Christha Seva Sangh. For Verrier,by the standards of 1927, the life at CCS was odd for an Englishman. They had Indian Food served to them in brass plates and katories.
They had to eat from them sitting crossed legged on the floor every meal. The dress was a Kadhi Habit.and the inmates had to learn Marathi.

An important event in the year 1928 for Verrier was his first visit to Sabarmati ashram and close contact with Gandhiji. He went there to attend an interreligious conference organised by B.P Wadia. In Verrier’s own words-
“From The moment of my arrival there I was doomed” he writes, “for long I was a sympathetic fellow traveler , now I became an ardent disciple”
It was during that visit that something transformed in the British born priest. Verrier the Indian was born. Very often in his autobiography, he keeps recollecting the various experiences he had during this time, and of Gandhiji influence on his life.

Unfortunately Verrier fell sick the same year with acute dysentery, and had to go back to England for convalescence. During this time Verrier produced small books on his faith and mysticism. But as soon as he was well enough he came back to India with a stopover at Palestine.

A few months after Verrier’s arrival, Father Winslow, left him in charge of the Ashram with slightly unpleasant consequences. Verrier’s association with the Indian National Movement and other Gandhians, and their stay at the C.S.S. led him into confrontations with the Clergy and the British government. He was reprimanded by his superiors in the church and he began to dissociate form the CSS from 1928-32, while remaining in close touch with Gandhi.
Verrier narrates for us the events of our own history. Strangely I did not find the narrative British. What is also refreshing in this account of this time is that there is frank respect and adoration of Gandhiji without it becoming a sheepy- dog- eyed worship. Elwin doesnot agree to Gandhiji’s views on puritan life. During this time Gandhiji asked him to go and work among the poor and the villages. When he was ready to do so and discussing various possibilities, Sardar Patel laid the first stepping stone of his life’s purpose by advising him to leave villages alone and instead to work with the tribals. His friend Shamrao, another priest from England joined him in Poona and the two embarked on a tour of tribal India. The individual history of Verrier gets enmeshed with the histories of the independence struggle around this time. It was during one such period that J. Bajaj asked Elwin to take a turn as President when it was the turn of an Englishman to occupy it.

This spurred Elwin into his own “true path” and he turned to his plan to work in the Gond area. There on the mud floor of small hut with a thatch roof, he fell again for the call of the primitive world. “In that little good shed I realized I would be able to escape the call of the (modern) primitive world.

Tribal India

Verrier’s autobiography moves into a realm where I cannot tell the story any better except in his own words.
He consequently broke away from the church when they refused to support the cause of a free India preferring instead to remain loyal to the colonisers. It was very painful time during Verrier’s life as he struggled to find a place for his faith without being disloyal to his religion. It was harder as the church preferred to be loyal to the colonizers rather than the people it served and for Elwin this was against the very spirit of Christianity. Verrier also began his crusade against Puritanism in any form as it seems to make the tribals in to wrongdoers just because of their freer ways of living. His differences with Gandhiji’s views on this too become evident.
Verrier spent his time moving from tribal village to tribal village, living with the tribals and serving them. Taking on a self imposed vow of poverty and service, he and his friend biut themselves a camp home in sachrwanchapar. Verrier began to document the tribal life in its entirety while still engaging in serving them. He calls this Philanthropology. What is Verrier’s autobiography is also the biography of the tribes he studied. There are stories of the people he met ,the land and forests he lived in as well as his own life. Every detail is alive and brought to the reader ,whether it is a Ghotul ( Community house) of the tribals or the leper’s ashram set up by him for the tribes.
Fact is woven into poetical fact and his passion and love for the people that he worked with shows itself through every time, whether it the boy who liked to kiss the radio set or the poor tribal Gonds in the jail, their ‘eyes like frightened deer’. The chapters that follow on Elwin’s life cannot be easily paraphrased without losing their charm and poetry. He traveled the central Indian regions with the Gonds, Santhaals and the Marias. He also spent time in the North east visiting many tribes.Many times he was sick and unwell yet he never let go of an opportunity to visit any last inhabited tribal settlement. The ministry of home affairs gave him a consultant position on tribal issues. During the course of his life he wrote many books documenting the life of tribals and translating their songs and myths .This autobiography was published three months after he passed away.
I will be reading bits of this part of his story for my presentation hence I choose not to write it all down here.

Journey’s end
Verrier’s eternal quest he says was love truth and beauty. He claims in his book that he found them in the simpler joys of life- his family, the tribal way of life and his friends. To him, love illuminates knowledge .His last chapters are philosophical in the sense that he seeks to define the meaning of his life and wishes the reader to take away one central message from his life. This is the message of compassionate love. Not an abstract love but love in action.

I conclude this story with his message-

“Love and the duties it imposes is the real lesson of the forest”.




















I plan to next read Guha's book on Verrier elwin.

Creativity and Verrier Elwin

This is an assignment I did for a class and I think I will publish it.
On
Verrier Elwin’s Autobiography which is called “The Tribal world of Verrier Elwin- An Autobiography”.
"The Tribal World of Verrier Elwin is the story of one of the greatest scholars and champions of India's tribal peoples. The hugely controversial Elwin's moving autobiography received the Sahitya Akademi award, which noted its 'sincerity', courage and charm, revealing a mind in which Western and Indian idealism were uniquely blended”.

- from the Vedam books website review of the book


The Book and Me!
When I was living in the Himalayas without so many modern comforts that we take for granted in the modern world, a visitor to the ashram mentioned Verrier Elwin’s name and told me I was trying to be one.
What was a Verrier Elwin?
I saw a book by Ram Guha on him but somehow I never got the inclination to read it . A few days ago in one of Bangalore’s book fairs I picked up an oxford ‘three in one’ classic paper book called “Lives in the Wilderness”. Since I was doing something on nature, I thought I could make this book a part of my background reading!



Creativity and Verrier.

In science, creativity is linked to discoveries and invention which like all definitions narrows down the scope of what one can call creative. But my take on creative thinking is that one can live life as a creation. To actively take on a set of values that you have to invent and reinvent every moment in your life is living a life in creativity. Creative thinking comes from a way to transform what is given –circumstances, events or data into something beyond -a new paradigm of living itself. Verrier’s life exemplifies this transformation.
At the same time Verrier is also an acclaimed writer with many books to his credit. His Autobiography is a pleasure to read with the right mix of humour and serious thought. I can see both creative and critical thinking in his work. I enjoyed reading the book and hope that some or the other time all of you will flip through the original. There are also small poems, parts of letters translations of tribal song and pieces of prose by other writers. This is a story as interesting as the narratives of tribals themselves. The autobiography is anecdotal so you can read bits and pieces in the middle if you like.


My story of Verrier’s story that I read.

What is a Verrier?

A Trishanku who found his heaven

They talk of suspension between two worlds- a Trishanku.
A verrier who was Elwin was born in Britain,
baptised by the church,
a bishop he was
till he came
to our world, India.
Where touched by Bapu-
a vishvamitra of satyagraha,
he began his ascent into worlds
that he didn’t belong in.


Writing a summary of an autobiography is somewhat of a challenge because the moment you put your words on paper, the book is transformed from an autobiography into a biography. If you use the author’s words exactly the way he used them, the summary becomes a long quotation, with no reference to context. Instead what I choose to do in this piece of writing is to tell a story of Verrier Elwin in my words after reading from the book. And because this is a book project, I will try and mention those ideas or quotations from the book that I liked. I also will try to trace from the story the answer to the question-“what made Verrier Elwin a creative person?” -creative as I described earlier, in the meaning of causing a transformation, creating a new vision where none was before.
If there is one thing I want to take on from this book it is the performs into city offered for a book supposedly written by a famous anthropologist not once did I have to look up a word in a dictionary or ponder or the right meaning of a technical term in anthropology . I was surprised at the ease with which I could read the book. This book is not to be thread for its profound insides of analysis instead it is a voyage of discovery of a human being in search of truth, beauty and love. The best part is he had a good time during this voyage.
Some places in the book you can see the writer is old and he wanders off from the serial relating of events and then comes back to the point again and resumes his narration.
Verrier quite simply tells us the story of his life .
Childhood
Verrier writes of his childhood in a Christian evangelist family. Two chapters of his autobiography cover his childhood and youth in England. He spares no time whining about hard times but easily writes of poverty, loneliness and his childhood struggles which taught him not to expect anything in life. He did have many people connected in many ways to India. Verrier was born in Dover, Kent in 1902 as the son of a bishop. The adult Elwin looks back to see the significance of this day –
“ a day which is tragically associated by the church with the beheading of John the Baptist and the birthday of King Herod,…..”.Three paragraphs into the episode of his birth, you can see how the writer will tell his story.

Of his parents, he was closer to his mother as his father was often away on tours. His mother is describes by Verrier as ‘intelligent, beautiful and imaginative but afraid of boredom’. After his father's death, Verrier’s mother turned to a livelier form of the Anglican Church revivalist evangelism. This provided his mother a chance of speaking with tongues or dancing in ecstasy near the holy table as opposed to the more staid Anglican Church Christianity. This stream of Christianity was sterner about sin and the pleasures of flesh and was almost ascetic in its practices.
Because of this religious fervor, the element children, Verrier his sister, and brother had to forgo many of the pleasures that accompany normal childhood. There was always the chance of a visitation from Jesus, what if he arrived during a play or a show?

Many interesting relations on his mother’s side gave his family shelter and took care of the needs of the mother and her children. Right here, his religious upbringing comes into conflict and causes him trouble. Would his grandmother, who was generous with pocket money, go to hell because she took swigs of brandy from a hidden bottle in her dress cupboard? Verrier mentions that many of his relations lived and worked in India.
Verrier claims that his childhood was not easy but he was happy. His adventures and learning in school were instrumental in giving him experiences that may be a different school could have done differently. All the limitations in his life actually taught him not to expect anything and so he says that later on he was able to be grateful to life when anything nice happened to him.

His love for writing and poetry had its roots in his student life when he opted to study English literature which was still a new field of study.

Youth

Verrier went to Merton College in oxford. He won many scholarships and prizes which he mentions rather casually in his autobiography. Instead, descriptions of people he met or was influenced by, books and landscapes of college life find centre stage in his prose.
The delightful story of Sir Herbert, the snobbish president of Magdelen College and Mrs Beasent must be retold. This story was making the rounds of colleges in oxford along with others about the snobbery when Verrier first heard it. Mrs Beasent came to have Krishnamurti admitted in the college. Seeing that Sir Herbert was reluctant, she remarked that her ward was special.” But my ward is a special person ”.she is said to have said ,”But he does happen to be the Son of God”. Sir Herbert is said to have replied to this “Madam we have the sons of many distinguished people in this college.”
Verrier however limited by the demands of his faith had few indulgences but poetry. After some unsuccessful attempts at boxing and soccer, Verrier took up religion as a pastime. “In place of bridge or racing” he writes.
He also recounts taking Dr Radhakrishnan out punting and asking him if he knew anything about comparative religions.

Following what could be termed as an ideal career path, he was offered a job as the vice principal of Wyncliff Hall and was made a chaplain too. But his dabbling in all kinds of literature meant his discussions were tending towards Catholicism and mysticism and soon he lost his job. His plans to take up work among the poor of London also fell through. We find an Elwin, poor without a job, unsure of the practice of his faith and unable to even follow the yearnings of his heart to serve the poor as a spiritual leader. In course of this time he was also fortunate to meet a Ceylon missionary called Bernard Aluvihare. Bernard not only introduced him to the real Asia but also kindled his interest in the Indian nationalist movement and philosophy. Verrier claims that Bernard was an antidote to his notions of Asian who he believed were “Wogs and Natives” As if all circumstances coming together, at this time that he heard of a movement called Christa Seva Sangh being run by a Father Winslow.
This was looking at reorienting Christianity in such a way to reconnect to the poor and also the cause of Indian nationalism and culture. Verrier was inspired by the thought of this novel experiment in living a different life and he along with others decided to join this order and move to India.

India of Gandhi

After a visit to Ceylon, Verrier landed in beautiful Malabar and was stuck by the beauty of the landscape. He arrived in Pune in 1927 and joined the Christha Seva Sangh. For Verrier,by the standards of 1927, the life at CCS was odd for an Englishman. They had Indian Food served to them in brass plates and katories.
They had to eat from them sitting crossed legged on the floor every meal. The dress was a Kadhi Habit.and the inmates had to learn Marathi.

An important event in the year 1928 for Verrier was his first visit to Sabarmati ashram and close contact with Gandhiji. He went there to attend an interreligious conference organised by B.P Wadia. In Verrier’s own words-
“From The moment of my arrival there I was doomed” he writes, “for long I was a sympathetic fellow traveler , now I became an ardent disciple”
It was during that visit that something transformed in the British born priest. Verrier the Indian was born. Very often in his autobiography, he keeps recollecting the various experiences he had during this time, and of Gandhiji influence on his life.

Unfortunately Verrier fell sick the same year with acute dysentery, and had to go back to England for convalescence. During this time Verrier produced small books on his faith and mysticism. But as soon as he was well enough he came back to India with a stopover at Palestine.

A few months after Verrier’s arrival, Father Winslow, left him in charge of the Ashram with slightly unpleasant consequences. Verrier’s association with the Indian National Movement and other Gandhians, and their stay at the C.S.S. led him into confrontations with the Clergy and the British government. He was reprimanded by his superiors in the church and he began to dissociate form the CSS from 1928-32, while remaining in close touch with Gandhi.
Verrier narrates for us the events of our own history. Strangely I did not find the narrative British. What is also refreshing in this account of this time is that there is frank respect and adoration of Gandhiji without it becoming a sheepy- dog- eyed worship. Elwin doesnot agree to Gandhiji’s views on puritan life. During this time Gandhiji asked him to go and work among the poor and the villages. When he was ready to do so and discussing various possibilities, Sardar Patel laid the first stepping stone of his life’s purpose by advising him to leave villages alone and instead to work with the tribals. His friend Shamrao, another priest from England joined him in Poona and the two embarked on a tour of tribal India. The individual history of Verrier gets enmeshed with the histories of the independence struggle around this time. It was during one such period that J. Bajaj asked Elwin to take a turn as President when it was the turn of an Englishman to occupy it.

This spurred Elwin into his own “true path” and he turned to his plan to work in the Gond area. There on the mud floor of small hut with a thatch roof, he fell again for the call of the primitive world. “In that little good shed I realized I would be able to escape the call of the (modern) primitive world.

Tribal India

Verrier’s autobiography moves into a realm where I cannot tell the story any better except in his own words.
He consequently broke away from the church when they refused to support the cause of a free India preferring instead to remain loyal to the colonisers. It was very painful time during Verrier’s life as he struggled to find a place for his faith without being disloyal to his religion. It was harder as the church preferred to be loyal to the colonizers rather than the people it served and for Elwin this was against the very spirit of Christianity. Verrier also began his crusade against Puritanism in any form as it seems to make the tribals in to wrongdoers just because of their freer ways of living. His differences with Gandhiji’s views on this too become evident.
Verrier spent his time moving from tribal village to tribal village, living with the tribals and serving them. Taking on a self imposed vow of poverty and service, he and his friend biut themselves a camp home in sachrwanchapar. Verrier began to document the tribal life in its entirety while still engaging in serving them. He calls this Philanthropology. What is Verrier’s autobiography is also the biography of the tribes he studied. There are stories of the people he met ,the land and forests he lived in as well as his own life. Every detail is alive and brought to the reader ,whether it is a Ghotul ( Community house) of the tribals or the leper’s ashram set up by him for the tribes.
Fact is woven into poetical fact and his passion and love for the people that he worked with shows itself through every time, whether it the boy who liked to kiss the radio set or the poor tribal Gonds in the jail, their ‘eyes like frightened deer’. The chapters that follow on Elwin’s life cannot be easily paraphrased without losing their charm and poetry. He traveled the central Indian regions with the Gonds, Santhaals and the Marias. He also spent time in the North east visiting many tribes.Many times he was sick and unwell yet he never let go of an opportunity to visit any last inhabited tribal settlement. The ministry of home affairs gave him a consultant position on tribal issues. During the course of his life he wrote many books documenting the life of tribals and translating their songs and myths .This autobiography was published three months after he passed away.
I will be reading bits of this part of his story for my presentation hence I choose not to write it all down here.

Journey’s end
Verrier’s eternal quest he says was love truth and beauty. He claims in his book that he found them in the simpler joys of life- his family, the tribal way of life and his friends. To him, love illuminates knowledge .His last chapters are philosophical in the sense that he seeks to define the meaning of his life and wishes the reader to take away one central message from his life. This is the message of compassionate love. Not an abstract love but love in action.

I conclude this story with his message-

“Love and the duties it imposes is the real lesson of the forest”.




















I plan to next read Guha's book on Verrier elwin.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

random vents

Ten people sitting around in a hot and sultry room all engaged in highly intellectuals thoughts cannot agree to form a body of responsible people with laws
people give up villains called tea or coffee and you wonder what the fuss is about

old ghosts come back to haunt you again and again till they are laid to rest
but also can be dug up so they need to be cremated.

one can get paid for writing rubbish-the question is does one want money so desperately.

experiments in consciousness writing dont work well for a Phd student-

Thats all

random vents

Ten people sitting around in a hot and sultry room all engaged in highly intellectuals thoughts cannot agree to form a body of responsible people with laws
people give up villains called tea or coffee and you wonder what the fuss is about

old ghosts come back to haunt you again and again till they are laid to rest
but also can be dug up so they need to be cremated.

one can get paid for writing rubbish-the question is does one want money so desperately.

experiments in consciousness writing dont work well for a Phd student-

Thats all