An
Introduction- Kamla Das.
Summary.
Kamala Das begins by self-assertion: I am what I am. The
poetess claims that she is not interested in politics, but claims to know the
names of all in power beginning from Nehru. She seems to state that these are
involuntarily ingrained in her. By challenging us that she can repeat these as
easily as days of the week, or the names of months she echoes that they these
politicians were caught in a repetitive cycle of time, irrespective of any
individuality. They did not define time; rather time defined them.
Subsequently, she comes down to her roots. She declares
that by default she is an Indian. Other considerations follow this factor. She
says that she is ‘born in’ Malabar; she does not say that she belongs to
Malabar. She is far from regional prejudices. She first defines herself in
terms of her nationality, and second by her colour.
I am Indian, very brown, born in
Malabar,
And she is very proud to exclaim that she is ‘very
brown’. She goes on to articulate that she speaks in three languages, writes in
two and dreams in one; as though dreams require a medium. Kamala Das echoes
that the medium is not as significant as is the comfort level that one
requires. The essence of one’s thinking is the prerequisite to writing. Hence
she implores with all-“critics, friends, visiting cousins” to leave her alone.
Kamal Das reflects the main theme of Girish Karnad’s “Broken Images”-the
conflict between writing in one’s regional language and utilizing a foreign
language. The language that she speaks is essentially hers; the primary ideas
are not a reflection but an individual impression. It is the distortions and
queerness that makes it individual, in keeping with Chomsky’s notion of
‘performance.’ And it is these imperfections that render it human. It is the language
of her expression and emotion as it voices her joys, sorrows and hopes. It
comes to her as cawing comes to the crows and roaring to the lions, and is
therefore impulsive and instinctive. It is not the deaf, blind speech: though
it has its own defects, it cannot be seen as her handicap. It is not
unpredictable like the trees on storm or the clouds of rain. Neither does it
echo the “incoherent mutterings of the blazing fire.” It possesses a coherence
of its own: an emotional coherence.
She was child-like or innocent; and she knew she grew up
only because according to others her size had grown. The emotional frame of
mind was essentially the same. Married at the early age of sixteen, her husband
confined her to a single room. She was ashamed of her feminity that came before
time, and brought her to this predicament. This explains her claim that she was
crushed by the weight of her breast and womb. She tries too overcome it by
seeming tomboyish. So she cuts her hair short and adorns boyish clothes. People
criticize her and tell her to ‘conform’ to the various womanly roles. They
accuse her of being schizophrenic; and ‘a nympho’. They confuse her want of
love and attention for insatiable sexual craving.
She explains her encounter with a man. She attributes to
him not a proper noun, but a common noun-“every man” to reflect his
universality. He defined himself by the “I”, the supreme male ego. He is
tightly compartmentalized as “the sword in its sheath’. It portrays the power
politics of the patriarchal society.
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