{"id":1626,"date":"2024-04-16T17:51:19","date_gmt":"2024-04-16T17:51:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/?p=1626"},"modified":"2024-04-16T17:53:00","modified_gmt":"2024-04-16T17:53:00","slug":"sudhakar-gaidhani-india-meditation-on-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/2024\/04\/16\/sudhakar-gaidhani-india-meditation-on-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Sudhakar\u00a0 Gaidhani India: MEDITATION ON THE WORLD"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\">Sudhakar\u00a0 Gaidhani<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">India<\/div>\n<p>MEDITATION ON THE WORLD<br \/>\n&#8211; Om Biyani<br \/>\nPicture a rustic-looking student appearing for the M.A.<br \/>\nPart I examination and attempting a question on<br \/>\nSudhakar Gaidhani&#8217;s first collection of poems. The<br \/>\nstudents is well, Gaidhani himself. Picture a boy washing<br \/>\ndishes in a dingy village eatery who grows up to say :<br \/>\nSuppose you pushed the earth on &#8230;<br \/>\nWhere would you park it in space?<br \/>\nThat is our poet.<br \/>\n&#8220;Devdoot &#8211; c&#8217;est moi,&#8221; says Gaidhani in his language.<br \/>\nIncidentally, it seems poetically fit that the creator of<br \/>\nDevdoot &#8211; which word literally means God&#8217;s courier<br \/>\n(hence an angel) &#8211; should belong to the postal department.<br \/>\nThat the experience of hutment life should colour<br \/>\nGaidhani&#8217;s poem is understandable; what is remarkable is<br \/>\nthe way he transcends the usual limitations of the<br \/>\nliterature we associate with people of such a background.<br \/>\nDevdoot is Gaidhani&#8217;s second and favourite work, a<br \/>\nlong-gestated long poem whose epic status is tentatively<\/p>\n<p>conceded by some noted Marathi critics. Its larger-than-<br \/>\nlife hero, its breadth, and the nature of the action in it are<\/p>\n<p>advanced to support the epithet. On the other hand, its<br \/>\nreflective nature &#8211; reflective more than episodic &#8211; has<br \/>\nearned it the description &#8220;meditations on the world&#8221;. But<br \/>\nit is not a chapter by chapter disquisition, it is a picaresque<br \/>\nmeditation, the link between one thought and next being<br \/>\nassociative and underground.<br \/>\nUnderlying the poem is the awareness that external<br \/>\nnature and human nature are sprung from a common<br \/>\nseed. Nature images abound in the poem and its complex<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 20\u2013<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;message&#8221; is at places reduced to a simple appeal to seek<br \/>\none&#8217;s identity in nature &#8211; to be like a flower, like a tree.<br \/>\nDevdoot is Buddha and Christ rolled into one, who has<br \/>\ncompassion in his bag but who dismisses &#8220;defunct<br \/>\nprayers&#8221;. If the ancient lawgiver has stopped, Man<br \/>\nshouldn&#8217;t &#8220;pitch his tent&#8221;.<br \/>\nThe poem has, fittingly, the quality of eloquence. The<br \/>\noriginal is a cascadingly fluent, eminently recitable free<br \/>\nverse poem, punctuated by explosions, interspersed with<br \/>\nechoes from folk songs and traditional hymns, parodic,<br \/>\nsardonic, witty, aphoristic, blunt. Its one-stretch, 90<br \/>\nminute readings (about Canto-I) have enthralled varied<br \/>\ncategories of listeners. It is not a cloister poem at all.<br \/>\nWithin a short time of its publication, lines from it were<br \/>\nread in a legislative assembly, scrawled on village walls,<br \/>\nprinted on invitation cards, quoted in college lecture halls,<br \/>\nand commended by India&#8217;s ex-deputy Prime Minister<br \/>\nY. B. Chavan as containing the &#8220;wisdom of ages&#8221;.<br \/>\nThere could be several reasons for the poem&#8217;s success,<br \/>\nbut a major one must be its mythopoeia nature &#8211; the pithy<br \/>\nlittle stories about romance, hunger, exploitation, death.<br \/>\nIt may be noted in passing that when UNESCO<br \/>\nconsidered Devdoot under their programme for<br \/>\ntranslations of representative works they found it a<br \/>\n&#8220;lovely story&#8221;. Another curiosity is that the Smithsonian<\/p>\n<p>Institute, Washington&#8217;s discovery of a thirty-million-year-<br \/>\nold fossil of a giant bird reminded a critic of Devdoot.<\/p>\n<p>Devdoot&#8217;s characteristics remarkably resemble those of<br \/>\nthe real-life giant bird: gigantic size, flying over oceans,<br \/>\nliving aeons ago. Raymond T. Rye II of the Smithsonian<br \/>\nInstitute, on reading Devdoot, found the coincidence &#8220;a<br \/>\nrare occasion when science and poetry can meet with such<br \/>\nmagnificent blend of serendipity&#8221;.<br \/>\nThe serious reader will of course be sensitive to the<br \/>\npoem&#8217;s suggestions and nuances and resolve its<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 21\u2013<\/p>\n<p>paradoxes. Coded and cryptic as some lines do sound,<br \/>\nreaders avow that they have mined fresh meanings with<br \/>\neach reading. After discussion with Gaidhani I feel the<br \/>\npoem awaits the patient digger.<br \/>\nCompassion is Devdoot&#8217;s keynote, played allegro:<br \/>\nHurry up, wash these wounds<br \/>\nOn the earth&#8217;s heart<\/p>\n<p>Lest it split into two-<br \/>\nBecause this planet is all<\/p>\n<p>That we mortals have got<br \/>\nDevdoot somehow assures us that messiahs can never<br \/>\nbe an extinct species.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sudhakar\u00a0 Gaidhani India MEDITATION ON THE WORLD &#8211; Om Biyani Picture a rustic-looking student appearing for the M.A. Part I examination and attempting a question on Sudhakar Gaidhani&#8217;s first collection of poems. The students is well, Gaidhani himself. Picture a boy washing dishes in a dingy village eatery who grows up to say : Suppose [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1626","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-opinione"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1626","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1626"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1626\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1626"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1626"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/migjeni.se\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}