Kamala Das: The Voice of the Voiceless
Kamala Das: The Voice of the Voiceless
R.Annamalai
Research Scholar,
Department of English and Foreign
Languages,
Alagappa University,
Karaikudi.
A dismal picture emerges from the prevalence of
injustice to women, subjecting them to sexual violence and denying them the
love she craves for-the love, not conditioned by sex and by adopting a double
standard of conduct-one equipping the women with the privilege of unquestionable
behaviour even if the male partner proves false and faithless to her and the
other prohibiting any moral deviation on the part of women because of failure
and frustration in love with her husband.
Writers do not turn a blind eye to these ugly cracks in society but turn
their pens to write about these cracks in society in works of literature. To this extent, society influences the
writers to give a realistic portrayal of the plight and predicament of the
women in the convention-bound society.
Writes like Kamala Markandaya, Kamala Das, Mamta Kalia and Sashi Desh
pande cannot turn a blind eye to the ugly spots in the society. In their writings, they give a realistic
picture of the harassment and humiliation suffered by women in the hands of
men, and awaken their dormant state of being passive sufferers accepting their
lot as preordained by God, prepare them to shed off the blind acceptance of
man-made laws suppressing women’s urges and raise their voice against the
dominating male ego and the anti-women society.
There is a popular tendency to
consider Kamala Das as out and out a love poet who writes sensationally in the
style of journalistic gimmicks about sex.
This means doing injustice to her poetic talent, capacity and
achievements. There are poems in her
poetic corpus which opens the eyes of the world to the social evils to which
women are subjected and the victimization of the poor girls to appease the sex hungry
rich. She commits herself to write about religious bigotry in India, ethnic violence
in Sri Lanka and the genocide of the Sikhs in India. Kamala Das cannot close her eyes to the poor
roofless people sleeping on pavements exposing themselves to the burning sun
and the pouring rain and about the downtrodden bearing the burden of hunger and
starvation and wandering about looking for edible left overs.
There is truth in the statement that
society influences the writer and the writer in his turn influences the society
by his / her revolutionary writings. In
this paper, the paper presenter makes an analysis of Kamala Das’s rebellious
attitude to the acts of injustice by the male chauvinistic society.
Kamala Das comes down heavily upon
man who hungers for the body while the woman hungers for love. She through the protagonists of her poems
tries to free women from being the victims of sex hungry men.
The characters presented in her
short stories are not the constituents of seamy side of life but as actual left
overs of a male world that has sought its pleasures and left them dry and
useless.
According to Kamala Das as long as a
woman loves her husband in the tradition of an Indian Pativrata with no skill
or strength to strike him when subjected to brutality or bestiality, she will
remain a lifelong passive sufferer with a tearful history (Thasan, Kalai 193).
In her essay on “Enough of Pativrata,” Kamala Das is for putting an end to this type
of life: “Honour is not merely connected within the body. It is the raiment of the soul. If a man does not allow his wife to practise
it, she should leave him” (1). Recalling
her own life, Kamala Das says in “Suddenly As She Enters Middle Age”: “It was
only when I stopped loving my husband that he began to love me” (16). Her poem “Losing Battle” and “The Story of “A
Little Kitten” are based on this aspect of the poet’s personality. The heroine in “A Home near the Sea” has no
reservation to strike her husband when she is insulted.
Almost, all her poems bear the stamp
of her liberated spirit. She is a
crusader fighting against bourgeois morality.
In her revolt against convention, she is
an equivalent of George Sand, who, as an ardent feminist, flouted social
conventions. In her vindication of the
rights of women, she is an Indian Mary Woolstonecraft. She is the counterpart of Amrita Pritam of
the Punjab, in her impassioned plea for the liberation of women from the
dominant male ego. (Thasan, Kalai 115).
As an iconoclast, Kamala Das is against the concept
of love concerned with sheer bodily fulfillment. “Can this skin-communicated thing be called
love?” is the question the poet-persona poses to herself in “In love” (Summer
in Calcutta 12). The indwelling sarcasm of the expression, “a
skin-communicated thing,” brings out only her inwrought disillusionment with
physical fulfillment but also her fiery outburst at equating love with
sex. The rhetorical question in “The
Freaks” (Summer in Calcutta 8).
Can’t this man with / Nimble finger-tips
unleash / Nothing more alive than the / Skin’s lazy hungers?” expresses the
uselessness of her man who can be no match to her.
“What is the bloody use of this kind of love,
/ This hacking at each other’s parts?” asks the poet in “Convicts” (The Old
Playhouse and Other Poems 25) because of her painful awareness of the
soul-killing act of sex, as suggested by “This hacking at each other’s parts.” In
“Substitute,” the poet comes down heavily upon love that is based on sheer
fulfillment—a love which is a “swivel-door” that lets out one in order to let
in other (Thasan, Kalai 117-118).
In a number of poems, we find Kamala Das as a crusader
fighting to liberate women from the clutches of male domination. She cannot sit silent in the face of
injustice, indignity and its treatment done to women. She protests against what
is inhuman and unjust in the institution of marriage. The hapless, the humiliated, and the
frustrated speak through Kamala Das.
“The Sunshine Cat” (Tonight, This Savage Rite 22) is the poet’s
silent registration of the hapless indignation at the humiliation of women by
the male-dominated world where no one cares for her individuality, aspiration
and need to have emotional fulfillment.
As a moth piece of her sisterhood,
Kamala Das reveals in the poem “The Doubt” (The Descendants 16) her
desire to liberate women from the self-centered interest man. She breaks the bubble of the male ego by
driving home the blatant truth that after death everybody is called “it.” There is no differentiation between a man
and woman.
According to Kamala Das, “women are
not as strong as men physically. So if
we do not let them know of our superiority, they are apt to take advantage of
our frailty” (“Suddenly” 16). “To be
loved, stop loving him” is the easiest way to entrap the husband in the
endearment of a wife. Love, deprived of
its honoured place in man’s heart and subjected to insult and ill-treatment,
affords the occasion for versified tears of the female.
Kamala Das takes cudgels against the
injury, pain and humiliation inflicted upon the weaker sections of the
society. In an impassioned tone, she
portrays in the poem “Nani” (The Old Playhouse and Other Poems 40) the
tragic death of hapless woman who was victim of the carnal hungers of a “rich
man. It is indeed an irony that while
alive, these unfortunate women were playthings in the hands of the feudal lords
to appease their physical hungers: Even
death, they were “puppets” turning gently on the rope to delight children with
a comic dance.
In another poems, titled “Honour,”
(Collected Poems 47) she expresses how the poor and the innocent women are
simply toys in the hands of the bawdy rich Nairs. Once the game in over, they are thrown into
the wells and ponds. The sex hungry Nairs
suffer little censure or arrest or prosecution.
The voices of the drowned women and strangled babies “talk” though the
poet. Through these poems, Kamala Das calls
up on the reading public to raise against the sex hungry monsters.
In a militant tone, Kamala Das
registers the protest in the poem “The Flag” (Summer in Calcutta 21-22)
against the senseless pride of the Indian tri-colour Flag. What need is there for a flag, when tens of
thousands of people lie dead on wet pavements without even a rag or a vestige
of clothing to cover their nude corpses? asks the poet. She questions its right to fly in the
sky. Rather than being unfurled and
allowed to flutter, it should be given a burial. To her, the display of national pride lies
neither in flying the national flag nor in singing the national anthem. Rather it does in the promotion of people’s
health and happiness. She breaks the
bubble of natural pride and raises the voice of protest against the
preservation of national honour at the cost of the sweat, blood and tears of
the people. The poet’s large and
selfless poetic vision cannot be cowed by cant and hypocrisy.
In the poem, “Delhi 1984,” (Only
the Soul Knows How to Sing 44) Kamala Das highly critical of the false
patriotic fervour of the politicians whose blood stained hands that let loose
the Reign of Terror and committed cold blooded murder of the members of the
Sikh community in India following the assassination of Indra Gandhi. In “Sri Lanka Poems,” she voices her
resentment against the ethnic violence that swept the Island county of Sri
Lanka in July 1983, and took a terrible toll of lives of the innocent men,
women and children of Tamil population.
In the poem “The Sea at Gale Face
Green,” (Collected Poems 12-13)
Kamala Das lodges her outright condemnation of the killings in the name of
race. Herself is an eye witness and a silent
spectator to the scenes of murder and massacre enacted by the Sinhalese
fenatics, Kamala Das reveals her silent remorse at the death and devastation
caused to the lives and property of the Tamils during the outbreak of the
ethnic crisis in Sri Lanka.
In a string of rhetorical questions,
the poet portrays the predicament of the Tamils in Sri Lanka. There is no biological difference in the
physique of the Tamils and Sinhalese:
Did the Tamils smell so / Different,
what secret / Chemistry let them down? /
Was there a faint scent of / Jasmine in their women’s / Hair?” (“The Sea
at Galle Face Green” Collected Poems vol.I 12).
She flies into a fit of fury at the
rape committed on the Tamil girls. It is a pity that even the children, though
innocent, were not spared. The motherly feeling of the poet which cannot bear
to see the children slaughtered, raises unanswered questions:
But
how did they track / Down the little ones whose / Voices rose each morning / With
the National Flag / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / . . . How did
they / Track down the little ones / Who knew not their ethnic / Inferiority? (“The Sea at Galle Face Green” Collected
Poems vol.1 12-13)
The
“little ones” who sang the National Anthem at the hoisting of the National Flag
had their voices muffled by the gunshots.
The poet wonder if this is the price paid for their patriotism. The Sinhalese gunmen ceased to be human
beings, but turned out to be blood-thirsty hounds and wolves.
The poems of Kamala Das are not
meant for enjoyment; they are meant for the scholar’s desk. The poems discussed in this paper serve as
the battle field training the reading public to awake, arise and express their
indignation and empower them to revolt against all types of injustice done to
people.
Works Cited
1.
Das, Kamala.
“Enough of a Pativrata.” Blitz 9 Apr. 1977: 1-2.
2.
. . . . Summer in Calcutta. Delhi: Everest, 1965.
3.
. . . . “Suddenly As she Enters Middle Age.” Sunday
4.41 (1977): 16-17.
4.
. . . . The Old Playhouse and Other Poems. Madras:
Orient Longman, 1973.
5.
. . . . Collected
Poems. Trivandrum: Nava Kerala, 1984.
6.
. . . . Only the Soul Knows How to Sing. Kottayam: DC
Books, 2007.
7.
. . . . “A Home near the Sea.” Illustrated Weekly of
Inda. 10 Aug. 1975: 43-45.
8.
Kalaithasan, N. “Kamala Das: A Critical Study.” Diss. Madurai
Kamaraj University, 1988.
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