Thursday, 2 August 2018

A Resilient Spirit: Remains of Spring - A Naga Village in the No Man’s Land



Author: Jibon Krishna Goswami
Translator: Manjeet Baruah (from Assamese)
Publisher: Oxford University PressPages: 238Price: 695/-
The Book Review, Vol. XLI, No. 3, March 2017, p. 74.

The idea of a novel based on a no man's land, a stretch of land between two nation states, can quickly draw the attention of the reader for it instantly hints at a possible political conflict situation. But Remains of Spring: A Naga Village in the No Man’s Land (2016) by Jibon Krishna Goswami is more than the story of a village caught in a war-like situation that prevails everyday. It powerfully portrays the hope of a people to rebuild their homes and their lives again despite several attempts by adversaries to destroy them. Translated from its Assamese title Aoleangar Jui (2007) to Remains of Spring by Manjeet Baruah, the novel questions the politics of space-making or cartography at large. Most of the action of the story is set in the village of Hoyat, the no man's land that lie between India and Burma (Myanmar).

The plot centers around Atanu, an Assamese “Teacher”, who was brought to the village by Anyam, a “spirited young man full of hope”, to start a school with the hope that someday their world would change “through the gift of education” (41). But while Atanu was looked upon as a harbinger of change by the villagers, it was also for him an escape from his dark past and the “burden of failure”. When offered to become a teacher in a village nestled in the hills, he “accepted the beckoning of life” and became “a traveller into the future” (39). The long journey through the rough terrains became a test for him and the in the end it was him who learned more about life, love and sacrifice from the people whom he had hoped to educate. Even the hope of setting a school was dashed as the Burmese army invaded the village and sets it on fire.The interesting narrative strategy is supplemented by some forceful stories of other characters that run parallel to the main plot. For instance, the pure love between the Laipa and Amung is symbolic of a sacrificial relationship and not so much a romantic one. Though they could not see the fruition of their love into marriage because of the brutal reality that Laipa had to undergo despite his innocence and which also eventually led his death, in their relationship the novelist projects the enduring love of Amung and pain that the people had to endure only because they belong in no man's land. In essence, the novel is the story of the people, their resilient spirit to rise again like the phoenix rising from the ashes. It was the fourth time, Anyam told Atanu, that the village had been burnt down completely, but the people do not give up: “Rebuilding their houses and their village was like a cycle” (93). 

The Assamese title Aoleangar Jui, derived from the Konyak Naga Spring festival, is more symbolic to the hope that people look forward to, just like spring rejuvenates nature and signals another cycle of life.However, one may wonder what is in the village that the people would go back to when everything is burnt down. It sounds even irrational. But therein lies a central theme of the novel: land as a symbol of identity. And this is pertinent to every Naga imagination. The attachment to land is time and again brought to the fore by Jibon Krishna Goswami. In fact, the theme that powerfully pulls people's attachment to the village is also woven together with the story of Naga national movement, the undercurrent motif. And Naga nationalism is largely hinged on their desire to free their land from foreign control. The novel finely connects the two themes through a man named Imli Apa. Except for the information that he was a retired intelligence officer in the Naga army, everything else about him is shrouded in mystery. Perhaps, that mystery is also important in the narrative because his story is also the story of the Naga movement. 

Each of the characters in the novel stood out powerfully on their own but the image of Imli Apa is an enduring one. The enigma that surrounds Imli Apa is phenomenal. He is like the backbone of the village, the one that unites the people. His farsightedness and wisdom weaves the story of the village together. Atanu could never fully understand the man that he had to conclude at the end in amazement: “when alive or even after death, Imli Apa was truly extraordinary, someone who was always capable of controlling the minds of other people” (229).When Atanu first met him, Imli Apa confronted him with a riddle: “Have you come here to be cut into two pieces?” What rattled Atanu's heart all the more was that the aged man “swung his dao cutting through the air” (77). The imagery of violence in that question was deeply disturbing to the young protagonist. While it took sometime for Atanu to realize that Imli Apa's question was rather a hint that living in no man's land was like being torn between two countries, he also understood the fact that life and death were nothing extraordinary to the people. Death has to be embraced as much as a birth is. Atanu learned this hard reality of life when he confronted those with severe illnesses and the desperation of a people who are denied modern medical facility. His close encounter with the sufferings of Tempu, the autistic brother of Laipa and with whom he also found some psychological semblance, utterly shocked him.Another interesting feature of the novel is the idea of freedom or independence. While it may seem contradictory that the people of Hoyat should go back to rebuild their homes and start their lives again from the scratch, the people see it otherwise: “If there's life, it is only in this No Man's Land. Beyond this, there's only death” (193). Such a projection is not just metaphoric but an assertion of their superiority over those who are under the rule of some undesired government. The reader, at this point, may also find the novelist Jibon Krishna Goswami an interesting personality. 

In the author's note, he mentions how the novel was partly his own experience of living in the No Man's Land in the 1990s “as a middle-ranking leader of an armed revolutionary organization of Assam that was fighting to free the state from India” (vii-viii). An interesting insight, perhaps, as an ex-revolutionary [of ULFA], though the story is not his story as “revolutionary” but of the people with whom he had some unforgettable experience.By telling the story of no man's land, the novelist an imaginary boundary line drawn by an external force can change the lives of people who have been living there for ages. The situation is even worsened by the factionalism in the Naga underground organization as the people are compelled to take sides without complete knowledge. Rather than liberating the people, they became suspects from all quarters. And I think this is where the novel strikes a universal theme; that often one becomes a victim of situation not created by the self. Towards that end, the translation by Manjeet Baruah was “to make it available in a language that is widely accessed by people interested in such themes” (xii-xiii). Of late, there also has emerged an interest on studying the Northeastern region of India as a borderland because of its topography. Hopefully this novel will contribute to the engagement of literatures that deal with narrative of space, borderland and frontier studies, as well as studies on resistance literature.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Marvellous Stories: A review of 'A girl swallowed by a tree: Lotha Naga Tales Retold'


Author: Nzanmongi Jasmine Patton
Publisher: Adivaani, Kolkota, India
ISBN: 978-93-84465-08-7
Month/Year of publication: April, 2017
Pages: 211

One of the first impressions about the book A girl swallowed by a tree by Nzanmongi Jasmine Patton is the title. Though I've come across two retellings of the same story, this narrative appeals differently to the reader because narrator-facilitator powerfully uses her imagination while retelling the story. And that, I think, is one of the strengths of book. Often we come across folktales being told in short and simple manner, and they too work magic that way. But a more elaborate narratology also adds another level of information which is essential because folklore is a primary derivative of history in the oral society. However, I shall not digress further into that discourse as Jasmine has given an excellent introduction to the book on the same. I leave that for critical academic engagement and discussions.

The thirty folktales makes an interesting collection! The range of themes the narrator-facilitator has chosen tells a lot about the wide significance of these tales. The origin stories form an important component in folktales as they, in a way, explains the cosmology of the people. Thus, from the story of “The Story of the Sun and the Moon” to “The Duel between Wind and Fire” to “How Chilli was discovered” to “The Legend of how Men became Monkeys” we are enlightened of the different narratives which work its way in the establishment of a worldview. From the stories of “Arilao”, “Ranphan, the Brave”, “Rapvuthung and the Tsungrhamvu”, and “The Tiyilong Legends” we see heroes and legends of the people that continues to find resonance even today because they form an important phase in the people’s memory. In “Humchupvuli Eloe”, “The Emi and the Forty Young Men”, “Sheriithii Friends”, “The Sterile Wife”, etc. we see the dynamics of human relations and lessons on how a cordial relation or a deviation from it can have their own consequences on the individuals and the society, at large. The interface between the worlds of human and the supernatural is well exemplified in “The Man who travelled to Echu Li”, “The Strange Marriage between a Woman and a Momon”, “The Tale of the Fortunate Sister”, “The Tiger Bridegroom and the Human Bride”, etc. Also, the few animal stories like “The Crab’s Sideways-Tilted Walk”, “The Erstwhile Friendship between the Sepvu and the Otum”, etc. and trickster stories like “Apvuho and Mesa: Four Mini-Tales”, “Apvuho and the Emi”, etc. are not just fun reading but helps us to draw anecdotes on life.

In retelling these stories, Jasmine is also helping her own people, the Lothas, or Kyongs as they call themselves, unearth treasures which have long been neglected or overlooked. She even underlined that the need to revive and restore the “invaluable treasured legacy” of storytelling which is slowly “dying” due to non-performance is at the core of her zeal to undertake the translation project. I think this zeal should be cultivated by other Naga scholars too. Oral tradition, by virtue of being dependent on memorialization and passing it down from generation to generation, is heavily reliant on the older members of the society who have knowledge of the stories and songs. To that extend, Jasmine went on to say, “Our old storytellers are our tradition-carriers, who with their deaths are incinerating the living libraries of a community.” Hence, what this generation needs is the passion to undertake field works to record, archive and translate these stories with the effort to pass on the legacy of storytelling.

I’ve mentioned elsewhere and now mention again that one of the drawbacks for young Nagas not being able to derive an importance in their own culture and tradition is because the modern education system does not have an aspect of our own oral tradition. A huge difference could have been made had some of our own stories made headway into the curriculum early on. How wonderful it would have been if our own folktales were read alongside Aesops Fables, Jataka Tales and other fascinating tales! I’m sure a lot of my attitude would have changed to the stories I’ve heard as a young boy from my grandmother. We could hear the same stories over and over again in the evenings sitting around the fireplace. We knew the stories, but we could still listen with the same awe of listening to it for the first time. But then, school happened. Somehow, we never read about those stories anymore. Though the holidays would give us chance to listen to the storyteller, somehow other things drew us away from sitting around the fireplace and listen to stories.

I don’t mean to rue over things undone. Nevertheless, we can still make up for the loss if we introduce these stories into the school curriculum for the generations to come. By now, we already have ample selections to choose from, besides Jasmine’s book. This generation only needs the will to do. The wonderful thing about folktales is that it leaves space for improvisation. In most cases, as I mentioned above, we’ve seen a plain narration of the tales. But in this book, A girl swallowed by a tree, we see a bit more than that. There is creativity employed to expand the imagination while retelling. Many of our stories have powerful storyline and intriguing sub-plots, and they can be developed into fictions or other genres. What we lack is the belief in its possibility. I am a believer in that. Are you? People are going places in search of stories, and we have right in front of us! Think about it.

One of the things that many Nagas will also find while reading this book is a sense of familiarity with many of the stories. Interestingly enough, we have many shared stories. Or variants of them. This, I think, tells a lot about our own commonness. Often, different communities within the Naga fold are left to battle out things as though we have nothing to do with each other. Perhaps, we have even gone to the extent of saying ‘that is our story’, ‘this is our song’, etc. But, rather than joining the chorus of ‘owning’ stories we should celebrate in the ‘sharedness’. Our stories and songs can be a pointer to our commonness. Let them bind us together. Enjoy reading this collection of marvellous stories!

Published in Morung Express, 30 June, 2017. http://morungexpress.com/marvellous-stories/ 
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