Friday, February 8, 2013

Lost Civilisation


The Amerindians have been living a life style for centuries that has enhanced the growth. They had their own identity, an identity that is more compatible with nature. They lived a life of seclusion in the remote areas, which is now called hinterland. Their life style was entirely different that of the urban people. Generally urban people called them ‘uncivilized’ race of the earth. Thus the word un-civilization is used to address the Amerindians. Thus extra-ordinary efforts take place in order to ‘civilize’ them. It is a perspective in crisis, a perspective of the elite, a perspective of the aristocrats and a perspective of the missionaries. This perspective considered the Amerindians as non-civilized because they worshipped nature, they dressed scantily, they ate food without cooking, they hunted their food etc. Therefore, according to the ‘civilized’ urban populaces these Amerindians lived a life not worth of living. They needed a change from their old habits to a new, urbanized way of life.
Lost civilization is my topic for this article, because the Amerindians had rich civilization but now it is in jeopardy as the foreign civilization take them to the middle of the ocean and lead nowhere. Who am I to change or impose my way of life, or my ‘civilization’ to a people who have lived their lives for centuries? It is disheartening to hear from the Amerindians now that their children do not speak their tribal language because it has become old fashioned. And once the language dies, a culture naturally sees its demise.

My limited experience with the Wapishana Amerindian community of Guyana has taught me to respect and encourage them to rejuvenate their own way of life. Some expressed to me that most of the good cultural values are forgotten and more individualistic attitude is creeping into their way of life. For instance, the culture of wadaup (a meal cooked by each family and brought to a common place and eaten together without distinction) is seeing its demise. Now this is lost because of individualistic way of life. When I attended a waduap, I felt so happy that the sharing of food brings a community together as a family, and after all we belong to human family. Another example, the Amerindian land is free for an Amerindian which means he can go anywhere in the reserved land and habituate it; of course inform the village leader. But now the barbed wire culture is creeping into the common property. This means barbed wired land is permanently his/her. Which is invariably against the Amerindian way of life.

These are the two examples of ‘lost civilization’. The Amerindians are slowly but surely losing their own identity in the process of civilization. To a large extent Christian missionaries have been responsible in this process. Missionaries created an avenue to the Amerindians to forgo their primitive life style of hunting, nomadic agriculture and community life. But this is all done in the best intention of making them good people other than the reason of saving souls from going to hell. I am not denying the fact that their life style has improved and education has made them more compatible with the wider society. We got listen to our conscience and ask whether they are losing their own identity and culture or they are embracing a life that we think may be compatible for them. If we do a proper analysis, and this article has not done it because it is just a hypothesis, we would not make a beautiful culture wipe away from the face of the earth. Civilization is a question of perspective, what is civilization may not be civilization for another culture. I eat pork; I cannot insist that Muslims eat pork too. That is not right thing to do. I cannot change what is precious for the other, or for that matter I must not even think of doing that. If we try to impose our way of life on the other in the pretext of civilization, I think there won’t be any civilization left on earth. Everyone would enforce and instill their own culture and way of life on the other; reciprocally there will be strong resistance, which will lead to war. Therefore, it is crucial to not to ‘un-civilize’ the ‘civilized’. Every civilization is precious and important, so one has to respect this fact. 

Thursday, November 29, 2012

LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO A DAUGHTER

"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story
night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter.


Source: Facebook
Photo: My Friend Shweta and the child. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

A Sense filled Love Song


My being tingled when I thought of you
Thy being enclosed my soul everyday
A fusion of being and soul
That knows no estrangement like twins

Thy touch stimulated my soul far and wide
‘You're precious to me’ said thy touch
Enkindled my soul like a smolder in the parched land
Longed for this touch but got never again.

Thy eyes shone forth to cast my soul to quiver
Eyes met with great blush soon turned into love
The sparkle in your eyes tantalized my desire
A desire to grasp you more, like a child longs to see its mother.

Thy ears untied wide to hear my song
A love song that never ends, like the sky above
Sound of your gentle steps harmonized my heartbeat
A heart that'll cling to thy step like a baby clings to mother.

Thy aroma penetrated my lungs and felt thy smell
Smelt your being breathing breathe of love
A breath that springs life into you and me
Let thy smell cast my-self like early mist casts the earth.

My being pined for thy tasty self
My lips yearned to meet thy soul
A taste that'll ever taste in my-self and thyself
Lets craft a taste filled love like mother prepares feed for child.

You're alive in me, in my all senses
But you're around me yet not with me
A sweet pain in heart to love yet to be far
You're the touch of my touch
You're the eye of my eyes
You're the ear of my ears
You're the smell of my smell
You're the taste of my taste
Thou art so near yet so far to show my love.

My good friends Pallu & Kutunu at Lethem, Guyana
Note: This poem is inspired a long time ago (Approx. 13 years). I had not published it because I could not find it. 

A Lake


Photo taken at Tiger Pond, Guyana
Soothing rays tranquilled my being
Sunny rays speared my crust
A mirage of rays echoed from the lake
Lake, a face of God’s grandeur.

A layer smooth and shiny
Bits of diamonds shining on to me
Diamonds moving as a gentle touch of breeze
Waves cast the diamonds onto shore.

Fishes floating along the shiny layer
A perfect home like a woman's womb
Myriad moves of fishes reflecting God’s greatness
Greatness that knows no bounds.

Karokaro, kiskadi, parrots, ducks, swans
Birds small and big gyrated round the lake
Sang delightful songs like mother singing for her child
A sure sign that God loves them.

All around lake crafted a theatre
Stage that bosomed creature small and great
Theatre of showing Gods enormous love
A love knows no bounds girdled my being.

Note: Poem inspired at a lake in São Leopoldo, Brazil. 

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Bloodthirsty Beasts

Earth lays a battle field
Clothed with blood and corpses 
Violence at our door step to avenge our foes
Humanity's fury against the creator
within a Godless and senseless ring.
Heart coved with animosity 
Bloodthirsty beasts on look out
they devour the innocent blood
as vampires sucking the prey
Rivers as though flowing red
Shooting bombing a routine affairs
Death toll just another record
counted and forgotten
Life formed in someone's mother's womb
put to rest by an unknown predator
predating as though we've lost humanity.
Who am I, to take someone's breath away
their eyes sheilded dim and pale 
with splashed blood of the innocent.
Godless brood of vultures
looking out to consume the innocent blood
Humanity's sad story prevails every day
"we are created in the image of God"has no meaning
Equality and Fraternity lost its grip
A senseless ultimate epidemic of violence is spreading
Spreading like a wildfire in the dry forest
A fear engulfs every humans 
A fear of being slit one's throat
A fear of being shot at
A fear of being tortured to death
A fear of being terminated for no fault of your's
How long will this rule us, Oh Lord.
Are you blind and ignoring evil?
You created the universe and it looked good
Don't you want it to look good every day ever age
How long do I have before someone takes my breath away
and sucks my innocent blood?

Poem inspired after the Violence in Syria
Photo: Children stand near a hole created by the heavy shell bombing in Syria (Arab Times).

Revolving Around Ocean

Waters vast and blue
like a pregnant woman's womb
Earth emerging from the ocean
as a child from mother's side.


Trees and foliage swinging with joy
as a child waving at its mother
Clothed with greenery show forth bloom
gratituding the ocean's goodness
goodness that nourishes its child


Birds tiny and large, creatures crawling and howling
chirping as though praise its creator
Colour and texture display hands of the creator
hands that made you and me
hands that praise worthy every second.


Sun's grandeur immersing at dusk in the ocean
Scooping it to give it a rest
as a mother cuddling the child in her bosom
Moon sent out to cast darkness away
Shines forth to tell the glory of the creator.


Shining stars proclaim the wonders of God's expertise
Glowing unabatingly with its lustrous light
Light that cast away darkness in our hearts
and show case mighty deeds of God the Creator.


Poem inspired at the sunset in Barbados
Photo: Same place.  

A world within World

A world within world, an Ocean
A true creation in motion
Waving her might on the shore
Showing creator's mighty deeds more.

Every rhythmic turn of the tide
Tis a creator's unprecedented guide
Every wave tells a story
A story resounding God's glory.

Once my heart settled pale
Ocean encircled my heart with gale
A beauty dark and blue
made my being lark and slew

Nature's nakedness on play
a wicked beauteous display
Every sparkle of water shine forth
my thirsty being well worth.

Fibre of my being prickled
Every emotions in me tickled
Me euphoric in the cloud with ecstasy 
Until I egressed from buoyant fantasy. 

Poem inspired looking at the Atlantic Ocean at Barbados
Photo: Same place