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House of Fear- Ibn-e- Safi

 House of Fear- Ibn-e- Safi I don't know Urdu but have knowledge of detective fiction in the sub-continent. There is only one original writer - Ibn-e Safi                         - Agatha Christie Translated bilal Tanweer  ✓NUZAIRA BIBI and her husband Safiullah didn't know that the son born to them in 1928 would grow up to be a master story teller , ✓Born- In the little village of Nara in the Allahabad district. ✓His delighted parents named him Asrar, which meant ‘secrets’ or ‘mysteries’ in Arabic ✓In 1948, he started writing satires for the monthly Nakhat Allahabad under the pseudonym Tughral Farghan ✓Asrar’s emphasis on originality and 'newness’ led him to begin writing mystery novels. ✓pseudonym Ibn-e Safi—literally the ‘son of Safi, (his father’s name was Safi) ✓began the series Jasoosi Duniya in 1952, from Nakhat Publications. ✓Later he moved to Pakistan, and in 1953 he began writing another set of novels called...

Chronicle of a death foretold

 The idea of time and narration is very much in the text. Marques has a history of journalism and he also wrote for films. He picks up an incident which really happens but the framing of the narrative is very different. Magic Realism is a gener used by Latin American writers. Do these writers choose a certain style of writing. In his writing magic, journalism, fiction, history and myths are intermingled. It's a journalistic attempt to recollect the narrative but their are several mysteries in the text.  Santiago speaks Arabic with his father and Spanish with his mother. The Latin American fiction is very deep and graphic in terms of representing sexuality and violence. He is publically killed in the kitchen, the front door is always closed in the story. Time in the story doesn't move linear. Story revolves in past , present and future. One brutal incident changed the community forever. When you try and understand the past it is very complicated.  Places where Marques live...

The Self Is Not Gendered: Sulabha's Debate with King Janaka by Ruth Vanita

 The Self Is Not Gendered: Sulabha's Debate with King Janaka by Ruth Vanita  This essay highlights the debate on women and gender in ancient Indian texts. The recurrent figure of Sulabha, a single woman and an intellectual- renunciant is examined. The prime focus is on her debate with philosopher King Janaka in the epic Mahabharata.  -Who is Sulabha?  She is a single woman, a learner renunciant, who, in the ancient epic, Mahabharata wins a debate with the philosopher- King Janaka. In this debate, Sulabha logically establishes that there is no essential difference between a man and a woman; and a woman may achieve liberation by the same means as a man.  -Modern and Ancient Debates on Women  Scholars agree that women's status declined from the Vedic period to the period beginning about the first century CE. They differ however as to the extent of the decline On the other hand, many Marxist and feminist critics argue that in this period woman " totally lost he...

Notes for 'It Must Flow' A Life in Theatre by Habib Tanvir

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 'It Must Flow' A Life in Theatre  - Habib Tanvir Habib Tanvir - -one of the most popular Indian Urdu, Hindi playwrights, a theatre director, poet and actor -writer of plays such as, Agra Bazar (1954) and Charandas Chor (1975) -He won Sangeet Natak Akademi Award in 1969, Jawarharlal Nehru Fellowship in 1979, Padma Shri[2] in 1983, Kalidas Samman 1990, Sangeet Natak Akademi Fellowship in 1996, and the Padma Bhushan in 2002. The noted director Habib Tanvir, delves into his childhood as he traces the story of his life in theatre. Interjections by ANJUM KATYAL and BIREN DAS SHARMA appear in italics, within brackets.  He begin by telling about his family. His family was a religious one. His elder brother used to perform in plays with his friends. So from childhood onwards he was influenced by theater. He was born in 1923 in Raipur, Chhattisgarh. When he was in school he used to go to see plays many of which were in Urdu. Many of the plays belong to the Parsi Theater tradition,...

Notes of - A New Province of Writing by A.N Kaul

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A New Province of Writing , from the Domain of the novel: Reflections of some historical definitions. ( Pg 20-36)  The Domain of the Novel   The Domain of the Novel: Reflections on Some Historical Definitions discusses the genre of the novel and it's characteristics.  A. N. Kaul (1930–2017) Former Professor of English and former Pro-Vice Chancellor at the University of Delhi. His dissertation, The American Vision: Actual and Ideal Society in Nineteenth-Century Fiction, won both the John Addison Porter and George Egleston History Prizes and was published by Yale University Press in 1963.  Summary of the Text A New Province of Writing  - Kaul gave a general idea that if you have lived a life you can write at least one story, preferably your own. One man/woman, one vote; one life, one novel!  - fiction is the most democratic Literary genre. - In this lectures Kaul states that his purpose is to go back in times to earliest novelist and focus on old fashioned...

Narratology: Form and Function of Narrative by Gerald J. Prince

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Summary of Narratology: Form and Function of Narrative by Gerald J. Prince CHAPTER 1( Narrating)  Pages 7-16 A narrative is a collection of signs which can be grouped into several classes.  NARRATOR In grammar we talks about first person (I), second person( you) and third person( he, she). The first person is the one who talks, second person is the person who is spoken to and third person is the person/ object that is spoked about. Similarly in the narratology the narrator is the first person, narratee is the second person and person or object being discussed is the third person.  There is always atleast one narrator in any Narrative it isn't always necessary that the narrator will be represented by 'I'. But there are several other narratives where the sign of presence of narrator is evident.  1) Sign of the 'I'  Any second person pronoun which doesn't exclusively refers to a character or is not uttered by him must refer to someone whom the narrator is addressin...

Sukumar Ray- A brief introduction

 Sukumar Ray(1887- 1923): A brief Introduction  Famous for his writings for children in Bangla. His father Upendrakishore Ray was also a writer for children. Sukumar Ray’s son Satyajit Ray was a famous filmmaker and a writer too.  Sukumar Ray and Lewis Caroll are similar in many ways:          - Think of their academic backgrounds  Their interest in technology like photography, printmaking and lithography, illustrations Sukumar Ray continued to publish the children’s magazine that his father had started, this was called Sandesh. Ray was influenced by his father who experimented with block-making technology and was one of the earliest innovators in publishing in Bengal. His contribution was recognised internationally also as he wrote papers to introduce this innovation.  He was a writer, publisher and a scholar.  Like his father, Ray was also interested in most of these fields. Soon after leaving college he founded the No...

The Glass Menagerie and Mirrored Identities by Pragya Gupta

The Glass Menagerie and Mirrored Identities - Critical essay by Pragya Gupta Summary of Essay The play is about selfhood as brittle as glass The book talks about the material meagerness of the house being a trap. But self perception as a bigger prison house. It is always thirsty about others perception and approval  The play is seen as semi-autobiographical, Tom is the projection of Williams   because Tennessee William’s own sister was suffering from schizophrenia, his guilt about not being able to help, his mother who was loving and suffocating in equal measures.  Amanda is merely the prism through which the post war discourse of social control are refracted onto Tom and Laura. She is an eminently likeable character who works hard selling subscription to magazine and arranging secretarial and self improvement course for her children.  “ Success and happiness for my precious children! I wish for that whenever there's a moon and when there isn't a moon, I wish fo...

You, My Demon Who Delights in Dancing Poem by N.D Rajkumar

 Original text of Poem You, My Demon Who Delights in Dancing By- N.D Rajkumar You, my Demon who delights in dancing on the wound bearing trees, from which childless fairies hang upside down, rejoicing  You , who strode in here bearing your sword And the lustre of your might, entered  these demons broke them with your frenetic Dancing and thereby came to your senses- Thrash them out and bring back our fragrant medicinal herb which they ha stolen from us. Look, it's heading this way, that holy cow . they've sent here to knock us down  Here, lay it down in the central bay Of our house, tear open in its belly, pull out it's entrails, and place them in a row of small heaps, O the mother- goddess Of my malankaadu: I ruler of this jungle, am here Lay out the votive feast of meat today for our  primal gods, incarnated in these totemic stones

I Shall Go to War poem by Manohar Mouli Biswas

 Original text of Poem I Shall Go to War By- Manohar Mouli Biswas  Unsheathed sword of yours, O Dharma Even today,flash like thunder Breaking the air into pieces Slicing it into halves I am not Babrubahani I am not Abhimanyu I am a child Conceived of Aryan seed Forever I'm identified as Ghatotkach I shall go to the war, mother, give permission Now, i know the identity of my father My mother is Hidimba incarnation of love  But she has no right in the palace I am unwelcome there. But I am a hero of heroes Having complexion of burnt ebony physique of a jungle Hard and vast like the Malkangiri Hills I can swell and swallow All the injustice of the world. Then why am I hated? Why am I ignored?  I shall go to the war, mother, give permission I can put my filial duty against Dharma I can't accept the old fashioned myth ‘father is heaven, father is religion.’ Please look up, mother, tell me  Were you not raped? Have you received love, a woman’s dignity? Have you got the...

Valmiki poem by Manohar Mouli Biswas

 Original text of Poem VALMIKI By- Manohar Mouli Biswas Valmiki, you are a great poet Even today you are a great poet To all the people of India Your creation is the Ramayana An epic By which artistic principles? The blood that flowed through your veins Was that of Sambuka, In the killing Sambuka your pen Did not tremble even for a moment? You said, infants die prematurely Where horrible immortalies previal-  The shudra’s penance for God was made the scapegoat Of your justice  An austere devotee practicing hard penance With feet up and head down - In severing his head your pen Didn't tremble even for a moment O Valmiki, great poet, Even today you are a great poet To all the people of India! 

Mandakini Patil: A Young Prostitute: My Intended Collage

 Original Text of Poem Mandakini Patil: A Young Prostitute: My Intended Collage - By Namdeo Dhasal On a barren blue canvas Her clothes riped off, her thigh blasted open, A sixteen year old girl surrendering herself to pain And a pig it's snout full of blood.  The face that seems attractive is not actually a face Behind it lies the bitter realty of a skull, the ordinary truth When someone’s flesh is ripped out To what terminal do the parts of the the skeleton leads you? In the backyard of love, all you find is fruits of fear and disgust  An infinite and sovereign nothingness stalks us all People whom we regard as our own are mere heaps of dust or smoke Alif is for anar Be is for bandar Pe is for pankha Te is for talwar Te is for tattoo Se is for Samar  So is the worship of the geographic contours of the man  And the romance of arse- fucking Manda your mind is neither of ash nor of marble I feel your hairs, your clothes, your nails, your breasts As though they w...

If Anyone Other than Our Own People( Dalit poetry)

 Original text of Poem If Anyone Other than Our Own People By- N.D Rajkumar If anyone other than our own people should happen to read this palm leaf manuscript they will feel giddy, their hearts will pound, and the heat within will dim their sight, addle their brains, and enfeeble all their learning - so have I now, in my writings,  set evil spirits to cause these afflictions.

The Last Will of a Dalit Poet

 Original Text of Poem  Jayant Parmar He was born in 1954 in Ahmedabad Grew up in Muslim inhabited area coz of which he grew interest for Urdu language His Urdu poetry is largely infused with highly suggested imaginery, conjours up multiple meaning but focus on human pedacament through his personal pain and anguish He through his poems has tried to explore multiple dimensional perspective of the various aspects of human life with all its complexities. The Last Will of a Dalit Poet  A Dalit Poet Leaves several things behind A paper dripping wet with blood A black sun  On the night’s head,  A river of blood,  A lantern of his ancestors He never assults you with  Symbols  Metaphors Or personalities A heavy burden on a donkey’s back  He himself a wounded shadow He has no existence  There is little difference Between him and a broken cup  He, who makes images of cow dung Has at least the sense to know That in the hour glass, In the smel...

Goats And Monkeys poem by Derek Walcott ( Notes)

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 Goats And Monkeys is the rewriting of Shakespeare's play Othello in poetic form. It talks about the doomed love story between Othello and Desdemona. It is written by a Saint Lucian poet , playwright and professor Derek Walcott. About Poet-  Sir Derek Alton Walcott was born in 1930 in an island country of the West Indies. He won Noble Prize in Literature in 1992 . He recieve several awards in his literary career for his extraordinary writings. His family was of English, Dutch, African descent which is reflected in his works. The common themes in his poetry are Carribbean culture and history, effect of colonialism and individuals relationship with language.          Poem-  ‘... even now, an old black ram  is tupping your white ewe.’                       - Othello  These lines are taken from Act 1, Scene 1 'Othello' play by Shakespeare. These lines are spoken by Iago to Desdemona...