Saturday, July 4, 2020

Manas Bakshi's Poetic Concerns for Human Relations: An Overview with a special reference to Parnassus of Revival

A poet is one who has an observant eye and a sensitive heart for human concern and social relation in the welfare of man. He marks a clear-cut distinction by virtue of his distinctive features and special characteristics in the genre of poetry. No two poets are alike or same but they may be similar or dissimilar in presenting thematic treasures and poetic ideals, technical brilliance and artistic excellence. Here is a poet belonging to the class of poets par excellence in the galaxy of contemporary Indo-English poets. He is none other than Dr. Manas Bakshi who occupies a significant place in the poetic panorama by virtue of his rare merits in the contemporary era. 

           In the anthology of poems, entitled Parnassus of Revival Manas Bakshi deals with kaleidoscopic themes underlying life. Time with its past, present and future and man's predicament in time's reign, nature with its lovely scenes, social evils, lacking in faith in human relations, dilemmas, perplexities, confusions, conflicts, degeneration of values, degradation of standards, anarchy and so on in the current society enriched his thematic plenty. He delineates the wide range of themes employing striking imagery, felicity of word-clusters or expressions and precise and crispy lines to exemplify his poetic dynamics. He deserves all encomiums for the merits of the anthology.  

Manas Bakshi grows into a humanist by virtue of his good background or sweet disposition. He criticizes the present society for lacking in human relations and social concerns. The prevalent social distinctions and discriminations, status variations and economic depressions to cause inequalities and injustices are against his principle as a poet and man. Through the spectrum of poetry, he shares his heart-felt feelings to the readers in the most convincing and appealing way.  

As a poet and man, Manas Bakshi is deeply committed to man's peaceful existence and human relations. Man to aim at man-for-man or human relation therefore becomes the focus and fulcrum of his poetry. He presents his feelings, moods, experiences, findings, happenings and so on, as he has broad mission and wide vision as a poet of human relations and concerns. 

A poet of human consciousness and social awareness is bound to respond to all the evils confronting the society today. I quote my (Dr. Rajamouly Katta's) definition of poetry from my article in Susheel Kumar Sharma featured in Language, literature and Culture,

                     "Every poet lets us listen to his heart-throbs for our heart-responses. It is        his primary goal and bounden responsibility to describe events, incidents,           experiences, dilemmas, problems, etc that he glimpses through, and weapon            and organ he fights with for the aimed reforms and desired solutions. It rises          from the reality and actuality of life in the way the plant rises from the ground       of truths to bloom the flowers of facts".      
As a poet, Manas Bakshi believes that poetry is the expression of realities that lurk in his mind and heart. The poem, 'A Poem of Untold Moments'(26) reflects his views on poetry,
                                              Words not always enough to delineate
                                              The bubble surfacing on 
                                              A purple heart's edge---
                                                 ...           ...         ...
                                              That is always a poem
                                              Of untold moments
                                              In untold words
                                              Of metaphoric exuberance.
           
            As a poet, Bakshi defines a good poem as a choice, preferred to any material offer, the only option for him as unfolded in his poem, 'Aesthetic Balm' (9). It should touch the heart by a message of consolation as a lesson for the reader's inevitable learning,

                                              What will you opt for
                                              A handful of Dehradun rice
                                              Or, a fine poem that touches a lacerated heart,
                                              As the winter-end breeze blowing over
                                              The paddy field after harvest?
                                                 
Manas Bakshi's love for man is the nucleus theme of his poetry as revealed in the collection of poems. He, as a poet and man, loves the race of man and so he wishes man's world to be safe and peaceful. He exhorts every individual to grow into an ideal family and all families into society to reflect human values. His appeal to the race of man ultimately culminates in his universal wish that the earth must be safe. In the poem, 'Caution'(7), he indirectly appeals to the race of man to live in happiness, saving the earth the world for man' existence, averting all evil happenings

                                                     Don't destroy me
                                                     To destroy yourself...
                                                      ...        ...        ...
                                                     Your first succour, last resort
                                                     It's me, Mother Earth.

                The poet indentifies with Mother Earth and appeals to his fellow man with profound feelings of helplessness to stop his act,
                        
                                                      Don't bite  
                                          To bring out 
                                                      My last drop of blood...
                         
    Humanism is the heart of Manas Bakshi's poetry for he loves family relations. In the poem, 'Smile a Day' (61) he gives full marks for marital ties and familial relations,

                                                    But full marks?
                                                    Sorry, I can't!
                                                    Have my wife and children
                                                    Waiting till I breathe my last.

       The poet loves conjugal life as the ideal and preferential one for it gives him solace and bliss. What man gets in marital relations is missing in extramarital relations. In the poem, Surrealistic' (21) he distinguishes the marital with the kiss to bestow on man bliss and the extramarital with a 'secret kiss' to be short-lived and 'half-finished',

                                                  Halcyon days are short-lived
                                                  As a secret kiss,
                                                  Looking back often means
                                                  The surfacing of a hidden urge
                                                  To refurnish all
                                                  That is half-hearted, half-finished;

                 For the poet, love is pure.  It is the choicest emotion. In the poem, 'Moving Leeward' (27) he criticizes the lovers today for their non-commitment to love. They are not true lovers.  It is for their temporary pleasures,
  
                                                   And love---
                                                   Mere a conjunction
                                                   Dominating a secluded space
                                                   Of momentary togetherness

                  Manas Bakshi's faith in humanity is comprehensive and compulsive on the part of man. In the poem, 'Moving Leeward' (27) he therefore loves humanity built with the bricks of faith in cordial, harmonious human relations and peaceful existence of man, 
                                                  
                                                     When faith is no more
                                                     A condition of living,
                                                     Marriage seldom sacred
                                                     Relations often sartorial
                                                     Down a life-line
                                                     Staid, turmoil-stained.

                   Truth to reflect love in man helps man love fellow men to have unity as a sign of humanity. The poem, 'Clairvoyance-like' (8) expresses the truth, the truth of humanity,
                                                Truth is the moment of love
                                                We feel united
                                                Since birth.

                   He advises his fellow beings in his poem, 'What Likely the Art of Living Is' (44) to wish for the safe existence of man, maintaining man-to-man or human relations in the age of man-created barriers,

                                                    Only for
                                                    Raising a storm inside the orbit
                                                    Of the suffering human psyche
                                                    Mired in the textures
                                                    Of relations mechanized.
As a poet and man, Manas Bakshi is against human suffering. He does not like inequalities and injustices, discrimination and humiliation, so on. He is upset more and more with male domination to result in gender discrimination. For him, poetry springs from pain and he expresses the idea in his poem, 'Parnassus of Revival' (14). The theory of his poetry is that it begins in the pain of a girl-child and it is evident in the lines,

                                                    Poetry beginning with pain
                                                    As a girl child
                                                    Born wretched
                                                    On the Indian soil.... 

His poetry mirrors his bitter feelings and unbearable experiences in the sad incidents of humiliation meted out to women in the long past, the past and the present. He portrays his deep concern for woman in his first poem, 'Indian Woman' (1). The feelings related to the incidents of humiliation to women haut him and hurt his heart deeply for he has high reverence and soft corner for women, He identifies with the woman in suffering,
   
                                                  An Indian woman,
                                                  An emblem of duty to family
                                                  And love for husband,
                                                  Affection to children
                                                  And devotion the Creator,  
                                                  Sustaining for aeon
                                                  The legacy, lechery and lapses
                                                  Of a male-dominated domain---                          
                                                 
    He identifies with woman in different aeons. She faces 'the fire ordeal' to prove her chastity. How it is to see her suffering! He shares the suffering of Sita as she suffers for no fault of hers,

                                                  Having no fault of my own
                                                   ...          ...          ...
                                                  Had to face a fire ordeal---
                                                  To prove my chastity
                                                  With feminine courage.

            As a poet and man, Bakshi shares the woes and throes of the Pandavas. He feels that the action of the Kauravas as 'shameless'.  He shares Draupadi's suffering, identifying with her. The suffering of women did not lost but continued as ' a stigma of yore!' to the 20th century,

                                                 The legacy followed 
                                                 Even in the 20th century
                                                 To adorn me with a crown
                                                 Of a royal devotee,
                                                 Offered forever to the deity
                                                 Of imposed myth
                                                 And imagined glory-gaiety!
                                                 Neither a Goddess
                                                 Nor a call girl
                                                 Branded Devdasi---                                       P2
             
              He has deep anguish for the tragic fate of 'Lower caste woman in Kerala!' a hundred years ago. He expresses his vehement protest, indentifying with her, Nangeli saying,
  
                                                I preferred chopping of my breast
                                                To paying tax 
                                                To the king of Travancore
                                                For covering up the same.                                 P3
  
It is shameful to think of the humiliation meted out to woman in the form of molestation and rape even in the 21st century in the so-called civilized society with the sense of equality in the democratic setup,
                                 
                                                I am that Manipuri girl
                                                Baring my body in vehement protest---
                                                Many of you 
                                                21st century civilized male 
                                                 Unblushing, unfazed, remorseless
                                                 Just relax again!

             Bakshi as a fellow being feels ashamed of being a male to victimize a woman to unbearable agony and suffering. He referred to women: 'Padmini of Chittore with deep feelings.  He wishes woman to be very strong to avert all the evils related to her and fight like Indian soldiers for her motherland,

                                                I've the fighting spirit 
                                                Of Razia Sultana,
                                                The indomitable courage of Rani of Jhansi,
                                                The patriotic spark of Matangini Hazra
                                                And the undying zeal of Kalpana Chawla;               P3

               Years glide on in time's ride but there is no change in woman's fate and existence. She becomes a victim to rape, sometimes rape and murder, stealing her money and treasures, the triple crime. There are ghastly incidents of rape of babies, girls and women of any age for the satiation of man's barbaric act in his demonic lust. He feels hurt for the pathetic and tragic plight of Nirbhaya identifying with her,
                                              
                                                My fate hasn't been changed---
                                                Still I am one after another Nirbhaya
                                                In the hands of the criminals 
                                                Gang raped and slain!                                     P4.
Woman lives in the society today amidst fears confronting her all the times. She feels insecure because of brutalities and cruelties of man's violence in various forms. 

The poet feels sorry for the inhuman act of foeticide. To resort to foeticide by a woman in modern age is a sinful act. He wishes to have security for woman against prevalent insecurity in the present society,
                                               
                                              Sorry to say
                                              I have neither a foeticide-free sky
                                              Nor the deserved
                                              Social security reign!                                    P4
 
                Manas Bakshi as an optimist whole-heartedly wishes that the people should change the pitiable plight of woman in the present inhuman scenario,

                                                 I will, for sure, one day
                                                 Make India worthy 
                                                 Of woman's existence---                              P4

The poet feels that a child gladdens its family by its sweet smile and strengthens the nation by its brilliant caliber and career when grown. He wishes that no foul means should spoil the child's smile. In the poem 'Bugbear' (11), he equates 'child' that gladdens the near and dear with 'flower' that sweetens the atmosphere,

                                              A smiling flower
                                              A smiling child
                                              Bliss of Nature
                                              Sacred and divine
                                               
                                              Flower torn
                                             Smile forgotten
                                             Religious fanaticism: a knife
                                             Flashing vengeance 
                                             From behind.

            The poet presents the portrait of man and woman living in an unwelcome situation against his wishes in the poem, 'Unmasking' (15),
                                       
                                             I will make a portrait
                                             Of man and woman
                                             Going deep into the realm
        
                                             Where the trite terms
                                             Of a prosaic living entail
                                             A nomadic shibboleth,

                                             Where everyone's
                                             Aimless wandering

                  The society today is mired in numerous ill-treatments to the poor, 'Pavement dwellers and pedestrians' as the sign of marginalization. There is no way set to solve their problems. In the poem, 'Live from Kolkatta Pavement' (30), the poet presents the city's realistic picture to reflect their pathetic plight of the poor for miserable lives,

                                               Marginalized as they are since birth
                                               Groveling for survival in shady shanties,
                                               Like the very footpath
                                               Sheltering the alive and the dead

            The poll promises go in vain. The promises are the words wrought on the surface of water. The leaders are in fact for good governance as per democracy but not poli-tricking for poly tricking. The poet aptly compares votes to fallen leaves to say that they have no value and power after elections. He presents the most unwelcome situation,

Vote is over, 
                                                Torn ballot papers
                                                Mute as the fallen leaves
                                                Can't divulge the secrets of poli-tricking
            
            The poet feels sorry for the martyrs are remembered once in a year in the way the great leaders of great sacrifice are forgotten. It is done as a show but not as a mark of real respect for the departed leaders,
                                               
                                                 Swirl around a martyr's tomb---
                                                 Martyrs initiated at the baptismal of fire
                                                 Remembered once in a year!
 
 .     The nature-lyric depicting the sun 'Saluting the Sun' (54) making a fact that there are unwanted children and they might not know their male parents. The children grow to be unruly and violent with every possibility of turning terrorists,
                                                 Justice? No, not the real cause,
                                                 It's all myth
                                                 Really is virgin mothers
                                                 Of unwanted child still
                                                 Scream in the blind alleys of life,
                                                 And Karnas today
                                                 Often turn terrorists!
            
            In the poem 'Aesthetic Balm' (9) the poet feels that the worldly life is losing its glories against his wish. He concurs with time's powers as time conquers man's life,
         
                                                  As worldly life loses its charm 
                                                  To a sardonic smile of Time.

            The poet presents the picture of the world today in the poem, 'Introspection' (12). He unfurls the fact he is against absurdities and calamities,
                
                                                   It's is a polarized world
                                                   Some having more than needed
                                                   Some having nothing, superseded
                                                   Some enjoying nocturnal glee
                                                   In longing eyes
                                                   Some dying in the street
                                                   After day-long pitched fight!

            The poem, 'Aesthetic Balm' (9) lends a poetic utterance to his ideas about the pathetic plight of the people in the prosaic society today,

                                                   We're wandering in wilderness
                                                   Craving for a festival of colours
                                                   For minds and stress
                                                   For eyes away from
                                                  The wonder of a poetic landscape!
  
In the poem, 'Introspection'(13), he lets his unbearable feelings known to the readers. To all these unwanted happenings and violent incidents, God is silent. He is indifferent to human suffering,
                                     
                                                    Nowhere to go
                                                      ...      ...     ...
                                                    Better to close
                                                    The windows and the door
                                                    And feel emotional flames
                                                    Burning within
                                                      ...       ...       ...
                                                    Silent God
                                                    At the other end
                                                    Playing Sudoku
                                                    In the secluded corner of human mind.
             
             The poet, on behalf of man, wishes God to avert man's suffering and hurting feelings, He is man's God to be in reign for the welfare of man. It is His responsibility as the Almighty. But God is silent. In the other poem, 'Dwelling on a Stone God' (19), the poet expresses the indifferent attitude of God to man's resorting to violent ways,
                               
                                                     The stark residue of a stone-God
                                                     Showing neither anger nor smile                      P19

            The poet ironically unfolds the view that God is busy having so many schedules that He is not able to redress man's grievances. Thus, man throws the sole blame on God for His being over busy,

                                                    For God
                                                    Always acting like a minister
                                                    Overburdened with several portfolios
                                                    Is never spared with a single blame
                                                    In human eyes full of vengeance!                          P19   
                                      
Here the poet echoes the satirical vein of Kamala Das on the life of hypocrisy in the hues of reality led by many in the society today and God is in heaven away from man with the sense of hypocrisy as presented in her poem, 'Fancy-Dress Show ',

                                                  God is in his heaven and all
                                                  Is right with this stinking world.

The society is full of 'miseries and mistake'. In the poem 'A Cyber Age Poem', (10) he wishes man in the society today to be 'neo-human' and all the past history not to repeat in the present, 
                         
                                                  Cyber age; world seems within reach.
                                                  Flower, fruits and vegetables---all hybrid....
                                                  Days nearing the pinnacle of global warming
                                                  For a fresh start with neo-human seed?
            The poet loves peace from the heart of his heart in the poem, ' As the Pigeons Saw It' (63). He expresses his love for peace by the traditional symbol of pigeons, 'Flying in a jubilant mood'.  He loves India for its universal peace and communal harmony,

                                               Some white pigeons 
                                               Messengers of peace
                                                  ...        ...      ...
                                               Crossing the border
                                               They felt comfortable and safe
                                               In the peace-loving Indian territory,
                                               Were amazed to see here
                                               Secular majority heralding the cause
                                               Of global peace and communal harmony
                                               Sparing not even an inch
                                               For terrorism to creep in---

               The poet says that the pigeons had good image about our nation as it was meant for peace and so they felt comfortable to enter it. They felt disappointed as they found all chaos and unrest in India today against their expectations in a peace loving country,

                                              The pigeons felt sorry for
                                              Being driven to a wrong place,
                                              Felt ashamed too
                                              For being stripped off
                                              Their hallowed image!
              
            The anthology mirrors the state of lacking in man-to-man, man-to-woman, man-to-nature, man-to-God relations in human society especially in the present society. It is slender but it is a good blender for blending all noble thoughts and bright ideas for their beauty in variety like the pretty flowers put together into an exquisitely beautiful garland. The beauty lying in the variety of poems of the anthology, Parnassus of Revival, bestows on the readers gaiety. 

Dr. Manas Bakshi has had excellent poetic career, spanning four decades and winning encomiums from the literary firmament. Through the medium of his poetry, he marks variety by the rich use of evocative imagery, symbolic modes, thematic variety and artistic excellence for the snapshot delineation of widespread evils: injustices and prejudices, hypocrisies and jealousies, inequalities and insecurities, and so on in the current society. He is not a silent spectator but a keen observer of evils and events, he witnesses in the spectrum of society. He records all his feelings, expectations, experiences, observations, happenings and so on to fulfill his poetic objective from the social perspective. His poetry mirrors the society he lives in. It reflects the satirical vein as the nucleus to satirize the evils in the society. Thus, he proves to be a poet par excellence from the soil of the poets like Rabindranath Tagore.               


Works Cited,

Bakshi, Dr. Manas. Parnassus of Revival, The Poetry Society of India, Haryana, 2017
Rajamouly, Dr. Katta. 'Poetry for Reform: Susheel Kumar Sharma's The Door Is Half Open', Yking Concise Encyclopaedia of Language, Literature and Culture, Yking Books, Jaipur, 2014
Das, Kamala. 'Fancy-Dress Show', Poetry and Prose Selections, Amar Publishers, Guntur, 1995
 

Published
Poetcrit
Vol 33 No. 2 July-Dec 2020


Also published in
Creation and Criticism
Issue. 22 June 2020

Fleeting Nature (Prasarana Tatvam)



Published
C Narayana Reddy's Telugu Poem Prasarana Tatvam Translated into English By Dr. K. Rajamouly with the Title Fleeting Nature
Poetcrit
Vol 33 No. 2 July-Dec 2020

The Victim

An orphan-victim with tears in her eyes was at the doorstep of the most famous orphanage. She came with a baby in her arms. She had the glimpse of the most famous philanthropist, Prof. Surakshith in her presence. Her unhappiness vanished in seconds when he welcomed her. She opened her heart to narrate her long story: 

 

People do not favour all the people especially to the poverty-stricken ones. The poor feel that they are unfortunate when they look at the rich. They have to face poverty or helpless state by adopting at least some odd jobs like cleaning, sweeping, washing and so on. They are to search for their low jobs in rich houses to get on livelihood.

 

In such circumstances, an orphan youth in her teenage, Sujatha came to rich couple, Vasanth and Vasavi in search of the low job as a servant maid in their lavished house. She was shabbily dressed but looked very beautiful. The couple had the only son, Jagrith. The previous servant-maid stopped to work in their house, as she was sick.  They were in search of a new servant-maid.

 

Vasanth and Vasavi noticed Sujatha stand at the gate of their house. She started appealing to the couple when she saw them at the entrance.

 

'Sir, I am Sujatha. I am ready to work in your house as a servant maid,' said Sujatha respectfully.

 

'We are also searching for a new servant-maid... The previous servant-maid became sick...,' said Vasanth.

 

'Yes...We want a new servant-maid,' said Vasavi.

 

'Very glad...I don't have any work in any house right now... If you offer me a chance, I shall work in your house...and prove my sincerity... Sir,' said Sujatha.

 

'You seem to be sincere and active...You seem to be work-cultured and good-natured...,' said Vasanth.

 

'Absolutely true...,' said Vasavi.

 

'Where do you live?' said Vasanth.

 

'I live with my distant relative here...She is the only relative of mine with whom I stay...,' said Sujatha.

         

'Dear Vasavi, she appears to be work-cultured and good-natured... Let us appoint her in our house...Sujatha, come in... We give you two thousand rupees a month for cleaning, sweeping, washing clothes and other household chores,' said Vasanth.

 

'Okay...I do whatever you assign...I work up to your satisfaction...It is my utmost responsibility as a servant-maid,' said Sujatha.

 

Sujatha was sincere in work, human in dealing and rational in approach. She learnt how to read and write in the houses she worked. She read all whatever she found. She did not leave any waste paper without reading it. She had all common sense. If she were born, she would study highly and get a higher job. She was cute. It was not possible for her all high as she was helpless. She had all high qualities. Despite poverty, she appeared very beautiful even in simple apparel. She had glittering charm in her face. She was able to speak her vernacular very fluently. Her conversation flowed like the flow of the Ganges. She was able to frame some sentences in English now and then in her speech.

 

In her conversation, Sujatha said that she was staying with a distant relative who was also a servant-maid working in the other house. Vasanth and Vasavi hoped her to perform her duties very responsibly. They were happy to find the very good servant-maid in her to work in their house. 

 

Jagrith was the only son of the rich parents: Vasanth and Vasavi. He became unruly because they were over affectionate towards him. He frequently watched films. He was least interested in studies. He was not regular to his post-graduate study. His father, Vasanth used to advise his son to study well. He arranged a separate room with all facilities for his study.

 

Sujatha was to serve tea for him whenever he wanted to have it. Whenever he wanted, she accepted to supply tea to him. He depended on her to get most of his works done. She was very humble to him as he was the son of her master.

 

Sujatha was to serve Jagrith whenever he called her. One day he called her and taught her how to play chess.

 

'Sujatha! It is an interesting game. Vishwanath Anand taught me how to play it...Do you know who is he? You do not know...,' said Jagrith.

 

'I know him as I read about him in newspapers. He is the most famous chess player...I saw him playing on TV...' said Sujatha.

 

'Very good...Do you know how to play it...?' said Jagrith.

 

'I don't know how to play it...' said Sujatha.

 

Jagrith explained the procedure of the play. Sujatha was able to understand it easily as her mind was very sharp. Both of them played chess whenever he wanted her to play it. His parents did not mind her playing with him. When she learnt it perfectly, she was able to defeat him many times. Very rarely, he won the game while she was concentrating on the household chores. She was very happy whenever he won the game. She deliberately gave him a chance to win the game. He did not know this secret but felt jubilant. His happiness knew no bounds whenever he was successful in the game.

 

Sujatha was with Vasanth and Vasavi on the eve of all festivals. Vasavi was offering her prayers, singing a hymn. She was not able to sing perfectly as she forgot the hymn. Sujatha reminded her of the forgotten part of the hymn. She also joined her in her singing to make her singing a grand success. She surprised them by her singing so melodiously that they had never expected. That day she put on an old sari given by Vasavi.  She looked a thousand times more beautiful and more graceful in the old sari than Vasavi in her new costly costumes on the occasion.

       

Vasanth and Vasavi used to go to the theatre, as it was their regular pastime. One day they went to a theatre to watch the film of their choice. Jagrith and Sujatha were in the house. He called her for the chess play.

 

'Let us play chess...Today I am going to win the game...'said Jagrith.

 

'You can win...I am happy if you win the game. In fact as a servant maid I feel happier than you...You do not know it...,' said Sujatha.

 

'Very good...very good gesture...,' said Jagrith.

 

'I wish that you should be successful in all fields especially in your studies as my master, Vasanth always wishes you,' said Sujatha.

 

'Let us start the play...,' said Jagrith.

 

'Okay...' said Sujatha.

 

They started to play chess. Sujatha was playing in the usual manner very successfully. Jagrith was not concentrating on the game. She was likely to win the game. She indirectly gave him a chance to lead him to the stage of victory. Even then, his playing was not flawless. He did not know much of how to play the game. Even then, she tried her best giving him chances to win the game. She wanted to please him by allowing him to win the game.

 

As the game was going on, Jagrith all of a sudden, took Sujatha into his arms. He embraced her. Then Sujatha was against his attempts. She tried to escape and made all attempts for that.

 

'Don't touch me...,' said Sujatha.

 

'No... You are for me... I want to enjoy your beauty...You are more beautiful than the girl I dream of... Unfortunately you are a servant-maid...Indeed you are an angel...' said Jagrith.

 

'No...Don't spoil me...,' said Sujatha.

 

'I am not spoiling you...I am enjoying you...your unrivalled beauty...your unsurpassed charms...You are for me...All your wealth is for me alone,' said Jagrith.

 

'Don't spoil me...Please...please...I don't like this gruesome act, heinous crime and brutal treatment...,'said Sujatha.

 

Sujatha made all possible attempts to escape Jagrith's sexual harassment by crying but failed helplessly as there was none. She tried to run out of the house but she found the doors locked inside. She cried for help. Her voice did not reach anyone as the house was on the tree-grown wide campus.  When she became helpless, he raped her to satiate his lust. He did not know how to console her with suitable terms.

 

Sujatha was helplessly lying there on the floor while crying. She waited for some one to come to her rescue. He did the heinous act as his parents were away in the theatre watching the film of their choice. She felt extremely sorry and tears were flowing down from her eyes. He came to her and started a consoling conversation with her,

 

'Don't feel sorry...Nothing happens to you...I am here for you all the times...Don't tell my parents about it...' said Jagrith.

 

Sujatha cried bitterly. She did not know what to do. She felt desolate and desperate. A bird sitting on a tree on the premises was singing a melancholy song. She felt like telling the bird about what happened to her when she was helpless. She wept so bitterly that her wailing was accompanying the sorrowful song of the bird.

 

After watching the film of their choice, Vasanth and Vasavi came back in full joy. They knocked the door. Sujatha in the usual way opened the door. They came in the joyous mood talking about the movie very openly.

 

'The hero forcibly marries the heroine to deprive of her freedom to marry a boy according to her choice,' said Vasavi.

 

'He is bound to do so as he felt that she was very suitable to him in all respects...It is a fact too,' said Vasanth.

  

'She is upset as she is not prepared to be married to him,' said Vasavi.

 

'He is also in all respects suitable to her...He is rich, handsome, educated...what not. He is very much suitable to her...' said Vasanth.

 

'Let them appear to be made for each other and born for each other. She should like him to get married to him,' said Vasavi.

 

'Keeping in view some forcible circumstances, he forcibly married. He did not marry to spoil her...The film is indeed interesting... Let us have dinner...,' said Vasanth.

                         

Sujatha did not come to Jagrith to play chess with him again. He went to her to console her wailing heart whenever possible.

 

'You need not worry...You are here. I am with you life long... If any thing happens to you, I take the responsibility...,' said Jagrith going to her.

 

'I am an orphan to work in different houses as a servant-maid. I must impress all by my charming manners and work-culture in their houses...Otherwise I can't enter anybody's house to work as a servant-maid,' said Sujatha.

 

'Why do you think of your fate...your life...your future...You needn't worry a bit...You will be with me who has to look after you in all respects,' said Jagrith.

 

'How do you look after me...?'  Sujatha said doubtfully.

 

'I am going to marry you...You needn't worry,' said Jagrith.

 

Days passed as a test to Sujatha in all respects. Every time he was saying that he would marry her within a short time...He was postponing the fulfillment of his promise every time without caring for her repeated appeals. He warned her not to reveal that matter to any one.

 

To her shock, Sujatha learnt that she had become pregnant. Her distant relative who got it confirmed. It was the worst shock to her. She was cursing herself to have worked in the house where the unruly fellow, Jagrith was the only son in the house. She felt like telling his parents about her pregnancy but kept it a secret as he promised to marry her. She felt like speaking to him.

 

'I am pregnant...My pregnancy will be known to others if I go out...I am very much worried. Let us get married,' said Sujatha.

 

'Don't think of marriage now... Go for abortion...' said Jagrith.

 

'What you say is hurting me. Your promise to marry me is still safe in my heart. I am living with all hopes that you would definitely marry me. You ask me to go for abortion instead of marrying me... I can't do it...I can't live with bad reputation in my life,' said Sujatha.

 

'We secretly go to a doctor for abortion...,' said Jagrith.

 

'No... I can't do that... It is against my principle... Please understand me in all respects... Have a soft corner and good heart for an orphan,' said Sujatha.

 

'Very easy to go for abortion,' said Jagrith.

 

'It may be easy for rich people like you... It is not easy for me... I can't think of it...It is a life question... You should not for get that your replica is growing in my womb...,' said Sujatha.

 

'Don't talk of sentiments...morals...' said Jagrith.

 

'It is not a sentiment or anything, but it is my life...The foetus...the baby is growing in the womb... I can't go out and show my face to any one... Pregnancy without a marriage... how...how...how...?' said Sujatha with tears welled in her eyes.

 

'We don't need any children now...We have a long way to move and many miles to go...We needn't bear the burden of children now itself. After marriage, we can plan for children... Now you can go for abortion...Two of us can live happily...Marriage is not a problem,' said Jagrith.

 

'What are you talking...? What you talk is against my principle...Though I am an orphan, I have my own principles...I am not a prostitute...None can question my sincerity and integrity, purity and fidelity...,' said Sujatha.

 

'What nonsense are you talking...? Now-a-days abortion is common...You are very afraid of it...Why...?' said Jagrith.

 

'I don't want to be called a sinner...I am not a sinner to kill the foetus in the womb,' said Sujatha.  

 

Sujatha was in full tension for some days. She ultimately approached Jagrith's parents: Vasanth and Vasavi and narrated all what had happened to her,

 

'I am an orphan. I joined as a servant-maid in your house. I sincerely worked in your house,' said Sujatha.

 

'What happened to you...?' said the parents.

 

'Your son...Your son...Your son... Jagrith...Jagrith...'

 

'Jagrith...?'

 

'Jagrith raped me when you went to a movie... Later he solemnly promised to marry me... He vowed to convince you to get ready for my marriage with him...He went on postponing his promise to convince you, regarding my marriage with him. He is responsible for my pregnancy... the foetus of his heir that is growing in my womb...He asks me to go for abortion,' said Sujatha with tears in her eyes.

 

They heard all that and kept very quiet. Sujatha expected some good news from the parents of Jagrith and waited for it with abundant patience. Against her wishes, she heard that some news that they were secretly planning to kill her or to leave her alone in a different, distant country as they were not ready for their son's marriage with a low caste, house-to-house wandering servant maid. They felt it a prestige question and an insult to the caste institution.  They felt that just to think of their son's marriage with her was very highly insulting and shocking for them.

 

Sujata expected some danger to occur to her soon. She also read some news in all dailies about a rape case. The rape-victim in the news drew bitter criticism against her for her moving freely with the accused, the offenders.  Keeping in view all, she realized her fault in believing all people innocently. She thought that she was a deer-like innocent girl in the wild society. She was blaming herself to have been innocent.

 

Sujatha recounted all occurred to her against her wishes and felt extremely sorry for what happened. She fell into the sea of tears. She wanted to be away from the situation and many ideas coursed through her mind:

 

"I must not go for abortion as Jagrith wanted... I must not become a victim to the evil plans of Vasavi and Vasanth... I must save my child as a mother...The foetus is growing in my womb. The baby-- male or female--is the replica of Jagrith...He is its father... He is its father though he is lusty, cruel, inhuman or any other to me. He must be my husband and I must be his wife...Let him not marry me keeping in view all false grounds of caste system and status level...I don't honour the social system...

 

"Jagrith is its father...I am its mother...It is a naked truth...a ground reality...

 

"Jagrith raped me...Later he promised me to marry me but he did not keep the promise...It is his fault...When it is a fault, crime or sin, it is his fault, crime or sin but not mine. In the gruesome incident, he was like a cruel tiger to kill an innocent deer when it was hungry. The deer became a victim to its hunger...

 

"I am a pure woman...I am pure ... purer...the purest...I am not like a woman who willingly had sex with someone and married someone else...

 

"I want to live, safeguarding my baby in the womb...I have no right to kill it for my false prestige...I can live with my baby...I bring up my baby... I respect the fact that for it, Jagrith is its father. I don't hide it...

 

"I am ready to welcome him as my husband not for his highs and riches if at all he is reformed  and is ready to marry me as per his promise to marry me...I shall pardon the evil plans of his parents... " 

 

Sujatha thought of all and tried to escape from the house where she expected danger both to the baby in the womb and to her life. When she thought of the right alternative for her, she fled to some safe place and lived incognito for over a year. The people did not see her anywhere as she disappeared from the house.

 

Vasanth and Vasavi were surprised at Sujatha's disappearance from the house. When she fled, they suspected her to have stolen the valuables in the house, as she was a servant-maid. They immediately checked up all the valuable things. They found all the valuables in tact. They thought that she had left for her distant relative's house. Their son, Jagrith was happy as she was away and he felt that he got rid of the problem of marrying her, a street girl, servant-maid. As she was away, he was very excessively happy.

                    

Sujatha lived incognito for over a year. During the period, she delivered a male baby. She read about an orphanage and a school for the orphans managed by a philanthropist very successfully. She approached him for admitting her son in it. 

 

Like that, Sujatha went on to narrate her heart-moving story to the most famous philanthropist, Prof Surakshith while tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her pathetic story moved him to tears. He expressed his response:

 

'The little boy will come up successfully and shine like the sun in his life...I am here to look after him...Your son grows up to your expectations,' said Prof. Surakshith. 

             

'I thank you profusely... I am none other than Sujatha leading pathetic life... standing before you... I am Sujatha... the victim... I can never forget your hearty concern for my little son in this heartless society... Thank you very much Sir,' said Sujatha.

 

'I am extremely sorry for all that you faced in life...You are brilliant... You are able to bear in mind the barbaric act and heinous crime. You can work as a teacher in my school where you can see your son's progress with your own eyes,' said Surakshith.

 

'I am very happy now. My heart finds solace. I can forget all my tragic story in your majestic, divine presence...Thank you very much for your human element and fatherly treatment,' said Sujatha happily.

 
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