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Interview with Rati Saxena
By: Farideh Hassanzadeh-Mostafavi, Iranian poet and translator
Dr Rati Saxena – is an eminent Hindi poet, translator and Sanskrit scholar. She has authored three collections of poems in Hindi (Maya mahathagini, ajanmi kavita ki kokh se, sapane dekhata samudra) and one each in English and Malayalam (in translation). Besides, she has written several research articles on Vedic literature and Indology and published critical studies. Her poems are translated in different languages like Malayalam, Punjabi, KonkaNi and Tamil etc. Rati Saxena’s poetry represented in various journals of other part of world like Verasal (Amsterdam, Netherlands and printed in Prague), Edgar literary Magazine (Texas) and gumball poetry etc. Thus establishing a sound reputation as an academic critic. Rati Saxena has translated 9 books from Malayalam to Hindi. Translations of some of the most well known Malayalam poems and novels have earned her nation-wide respect and recognition. She has written a book on famous poet of Malayalam -Balamaniyamma. Among the several awards she has received, the most coveted is the Kendra Sahitya Akademi Award for Translation in 2000. She is also a recipient of the prestigious Indira Gandhi National Culture and Arts Fellowship, which helped her complete this path-breaking work. “A seed of mind-a fresh approach to Atharvavedic study”.
1-Reading your poems , I feel poetry is your lost half. How did you find him¿
You are very much correct, my poetry is, what I lost. But I can not say that I could find every thing back in poetry. In-fact every minute I loose my self and every minute poetry tries to bring back me to my self. Poetry gave me a shelter, where I can sit for a moment and talk to my self. While talking to my self, I can talk to whole world.
How did I find him is really a big story, because I born in a family where no one even talk about poetry, I married in a family where poetry was never liked, I am living in a family where writing poetry is a madness. Yet poetry and I found each other.
First time when I wrote a poem, I was too sad….. I felt like crying, but I saw my self laughing loudly, more I ask for tears, more I got laughter… my pain became thick….. strange moments. Then few words came on the tip of my pan… I found that it was poetry.
I could not write for more than fiftheen years…. that was the time when I was passing through a black tunnel, but when I started writing, poems come to me like butterflies. I am grateful to poetry….that’s all…
2- Please tell me more about this black tunnel .It seems your life has been an epic made by your own hands. Please let us know about details.
This is very difficult question .
Well, I was born in a beautiful city of Rajasthan called Udaipur as a fourth daughter in a middle class educated family. In Indian community birth of daughter is not appreciated by society. So I was almost unwanted child. When I was quite young, my uncle (mother’s brother) took me with him to Bhopal. I can say, that was the best period in my life. I could have a real care free childhood. I stay with them until I passed my fifth std., but I do not remember any thing regarding study as those days I was too busy in playing. My uncle taught me some math that’s all. When my father got the information about my getting spoilt, he was furious. He bought me back to my own family, my own home was prison for me as all my sisters were very sophisticated and well mannered girls compare to me and there were no chance for worthless playing.(my poem: girls from good family is a hint to this story !) It was tough time for me. I was put in ordinary government school, but my sisters were studding in good schools so they opt for science as they were good students, I opt for arts because I did not want to study in boys school .( as those days there was no science subjects in girls school and studding in boys school means living in a jail) and I was more interested in other activities like debate, elocution, acting in drama etc more than study.
Even though I study in very ordinary school, but I always remain the star of the school. I used to get a number of prizes. Opposite to it, I was very quiet and reserved girl at home. In school days I was always busy in all type of extra activity and never bother for study. Some how, I used to get good marks. In 10 standard I got good marks in math, so wanted to opt math for my higher studies (pre degree) (by that time my father got transfer to another city) but my elder sister made fun of me saying that how come an arts student handle the math subject. I was too upset and decided to take a subject in which I had minimum marks and that was Sanskrit (ancient Indian language). I manage to learn this language; as usual I was star in my class and foolish girl at home. Than I opt for BA honors (bachelors) in Sanskrit. In college again I became popular as debater, actor and other activities. I won a number of prizes in these competitions. Than I have done my M.A.(masters) in Sanskrit again. As soon as I complete my masters I applied for doctorate, but soon I got married. I could complete my doctorate facing after marriage facing a number of problems. I had to gone threw a number of family adjustment problems with my in-laws. I had to behave as middleclass village daughter in-law ,like pressing feet of mother in-law, cooking, stitching, embroidery work etc. that was the time I had to live without any book, let me explain that even though I study in ordinary school, I was very much fond of reading. Words always hypnotize me. I do not remember when did i start, but I always found my self reading I was too fond of reading that there was a saying in my home that –don’t ask Rati to sweep , because if she finds any torn paper while sweeping, she will stop her work to read first. so the passion for reading did not allow me to remain a good daughter in low for long. After 13 years of my marriage I came out to start my study again. This time I have passed teachers training exams and started working in a school, than a college and left the job after 17 years experience as I could cooperate with the politics in services. From my early child hood time I was writing and destroying as I did not have courage to prove writer in me. But at the age of 40 I started writing openly and started getting published, unfortunately I write in Hindi and live in the south Hindi. So I never had any direct communication with my readers. But in ten years almost 15 books and 5oo-600 journals are my account, still I have lot of unpublished work. so this in very short, I could tell you about my life..
3- So you deny Isadora Duncan’s saying : “I wonder if a woman can really be an artist , since art is a hard task master who demands everything, whereas a woman who loves ,gives up everything of life …..” I am curious also to know if in your life ” the imperious call of art ” has ever put “a tragic end to love “?
I think my background is different than Isadora Duncan, because for me art is not limited to paper work only. In my childhood, I have seen my maternal aunty smearing cow dunk on the flour of courtyard with her fingers. Within few minutes the courtyard used to get shine. That shine was not the shine of cement, lines of fingers made it more human. That was the first art stuck to my mind. I have seen my aunty drawing on the walls with rice past on the coating of cow dunk ( it was a part of a festival of woman) that artwork still gives me strength. Still those lines are stuck in my mind. I have seen my family woman singing while working on grinding stone, while cooking or while celebrating. Art was the important part of woman folk of my child hood, but of course they were never called artists, they were only woman or mami, nani or didi or chahi etc.. (Relation’s names).
Yes I could not become fulltime artist for a long time because I had responsibility of my family and some expectations from my in lows. But even in those days, I was living with arts with doing embroidery work on my daughters dresses etc.
When I became fulltime artist, I was still with my family, but by that my family started accepting my emotional need, and I could manage both. So I was away from pure art because of responsibility not because of love. some time I feel, I could never got pure love in my life, that is why I am keep on finding it in poetry.
My name is Rati, in mythology Rati means “love” but in same time she is wife of “Kamdeva” ( God of love) according to mythology Kamdeva was burnt by Shiva( A Indian God) , but Rati asked a boon so that kamdeva (love) is still alive , but without body. That is why I feel I am Rati with lots of love without any physical love……
4-Nazar Qabbani , Arab poet says : Artists in their everyday life are not what they are in their works; a kind of Dr. Jakyle and Mr.Hyde. What do you think about this ?
Up to a limit, Nazar Qabbani is right, but why poets only, we all are like this. most of us have double personality. We can not become our own image in our life even, What I feel that a real poet will be more kind in real life, for example Hindi’s great poets Narala, Mahadevi Varma,MaithisharaN gupt etc were very kind and good human beings in their real life also, but in modern days we do find poets like them, for example your favorite poet Kamala Das’s ” my story ” is not 100% real story, as she herself accept these days. More over her mother who was a great poet of her
time was very calm and quite in her real life was very strong in her poetry. What I want to say that if a person is good human being in real life and writes some thing different will be a good poet in my opinion. As I see my self, in real life I am very talkative, care free woman, but my poems talk about pain only. Some time it is difficult for me even, I have written very few love poems, and in real life people think that I am very free woman. In society people think that I am vary lucky and fully satisfied, but in my heart I am very lonely. There is difference in what we see and what we don’t want to see. Some time as a poet we can see all those things which are impossible in real life.And this good for poetry .I feel I hope you are also agree with this.
5-The Turkish poet Enis Batur writes: “If ‘Death’ didn’t exist, Mankind would never write poetry. He would never need it.” The Iranian poet Soufi writes: “Everyone fears death: Poets fear it more.” How do you interpret this? To what extent do you agree with it?
There is no doubt that death effects a poet more than any other person; this is because to feel loss of life a poet is more sensitive compare to common man. From very early time a wonderful poetry is written for death. All the Veda’s and Upanishads, which are wonderful poetry as well, try to handle death their own way. Man was not afraid by death, but he was afraid by loss in life. In Indian continent, when some very old member of a family dies, his death is celebrated by giving him a wonderful JANAJA(last journey), but young death is always painful. In BrihadaraNyak Upnishad, death is called the cause of world. So poetry is a way to handle this loss in a psychological way. Our ancestors develop an imaginary world after death so that man does not loose faith in life. Actually death gives us faith in life, if there is no death; there will be no love for life. death is actually love ( in Hindi we say. vah pyar me mar gaya he dies in love means he falls in love very deeply) More over death does not comes only at the end of life, one has to die a number of time in his own life time. Poet is more sensitive, that is why death comes to him/her very frequently.
As a poet I am very sensitive person, death troubles me a lot. As a poet, I have to die almost every day, and try to get me back from death. I do not say that I am not afraid by death, but I will like to say that I do not want to live without any work and as a weak and old woman. So I will be ready to accept death.
6-What is your idea about the translation of poetry? Please tell us of your own experiences as a translator .
For me translation is some thing like meditation, while translation one has to transform not only words in to different language but also feelings, emotions, culture and so many other things in case of poetry. More over poet’s identity must keep intact. For eg when I translate a woman poet of a particular time, my translated poems should speak the language of that particular time and space and poet. While translating a male poet I can not change the gender or poetry. One more important thing is when I am translating a Malayalam poet or writer; I must bring my readers to kerala. I should introduce them some words related to culture and society, more over I should give them idea of MAlAYALAM poetry. it means while translation, one has to very careful.
Another important thing for me is that I can not translate every one. I can translate only what I like. if I do not like the poetry, I can not translate, If I am not comfortable with poet, I can translate. One very strange thing is with me—poetry comes to me…some very difficult poems come to me and I found them quite easy, but some time so called easy poems do not open to me..
It is strange, but it is true that I started translation of my poems with so called most difficult poem of MAlAYALAM, that time I did not know the language well. I did not know the poet personally, but that poem invited me. It started opening its meaning step by step… by Unveiling the sentiments, emotions and words. I never found difficulty in translating that poem. After translating that poem only I come to know that poem was most difficult poem of Malayalam litterateur.
When I do not have time to meditate on poem, I take help of poet, but in that case also, if poem does not come to me.. I can not work on that.. I leave them …If poem has power, she will not let me sleep and force me to translate..
Identity is more important thing in translation, I my self is a poet, so I have to be careful that my translated poems should have there own identity. for eg. if my poems and my translated poems have same flow or same style than what is the use of translation. Translated poems should bring poet in picture and hide the translator behind veil ..
7-To know your idea about the difference between Women’s Literature, and Men’s Literature ,perhaps I should remember again restrictions for women. You may accept that even in the societies where equality is not the slogan among men and women, she feels uneasy with the circumstances when she sits behind a desk to write, she feels unusual, as if she has betrayed others. Her conscious suffers from the guilt that she might have robbed others’ rights.
No doubt that writing is more easy and natural for man compare to woman. It is more difficult for woman to devote her self for writing completely. It happened to me, my most of the writing have died before birth, because those ideas came to me while cooking or doing some other things for family. I could not write for 15 years as those years were completely devoted to my family. But when I started writing, I had very fast growth as guilty for not writing was too strong in me. For me I could never give first preference to my writing till now, still writing is my part-time job and my home is at first place. Some time I feel as I am working in circus, doing so many things at same time. But some time I feel that this presser gives me energy to write.
I feel guilty for not reading or writing. That makes me write better. I could never sit behind writing table and think, I always think while doing some thing like cooking driving etc. I could never follow the time table for writing, as when I want to write I ignore every thing, some time a wonderful idea comes to me while driving or while doing some thing. So I feel a woman has to train her mind for writing. I am popular for my serous prose writing and serous articles too. They need lot of time and energy, I could never write them in one sitting. But breaks give me time to think, that is why I can write more strong and serous prose. Some time I could not write a single word when I had plenty of free time. I feel that god has given more energy to woman than man, that is why she can do so many things at a time.
In Malayalam literature , a great poetess called Balamaniyamma ( mother of kamala das) had opportunity to get time for write like men, without any family Burdon as her husband support her very much. Her writings are good , but some time I feel she missed so much in life. Another poet Ayyappa panikker looks after his family like lady of the family (because of some problem of family) but he does not regret for this. He says “kitchen is the place where you get all rasas (salty, sugar, hot etc) (Indian poetry talks about nava rasa (nine rasa / emotions) so working in kitchen help me to write better. Because of cooking I learn to use rasa in better ways.” I feel that he is correct, when a woman cooks , she never major the salt, chili etc. all the majors are within her, so she need not be over careful while cooking, same way she can have ability to experience the life deeply, that is why she does not need time table for writing like man.
It is not necessary that woman’s literature is different than man’s literature all the time. But there is no doubt that most of the woman can not come out of her experiences. That is why she mostly writes around her own world. But I sagest that woman should handle serious writing I am sure that her serious writings can be vary powerful.
So I am not unhappy for getting less time. Because I feel lucky to get a lot of experiences in my life.
8-Fame ,means : condition of being well known. Please tell me what is the good or bad points of being well known? Ann Stevenson in her book : Bitter Fame claims that Sylvia plath ‘s most mental distress was Fame .She needed it . James Tate in one of his essays says: Fame for a true artist is luxuries .What is your idea?
Frankly speaking, most of us like fame. But there is no doubts that defame follows fame. My own experience is that you are safe until you are not famous, but as soon as you achieve some thing whole world turns against you. when some body is a ordinary parson, he/she will be treated well by society, as there is no threatening from ordinary person. Fame is mostly bitter and it follows mental distress. Mostly fame make you lonely and loneliness is terrible. About all we need a bit fame, otherwise who will read us? A artist also need luxuries some time.. isn’t it?
9-Do you believe that :
” Beyond this window
is anxious about you and me ” ?
And what is the relationship between literature and religion?
Yes some time I too feel that “someone unknown” is always there, may be this is the result of my religion background. I think literature has only one religion, and that is freedom for expressions. This freedom should be for goodwill, beauty and welfare. I have worked on Vedas which are called religion book. I found that they are more poetry than religion, as they talk about brotherly hood and love in society. It does not mean that I do not respect religion. In fact I love all good things in every religion, but I do not believe in blind faith. Love your religion and respect others. That’s what I know. I can not say like so called Marxist that I do not believe in religion, as it is rooted in my culture. I do not know what is relation ship between literature and religion, but I know that “ Ramcharit Manas of Tulasidas is wonderful literature but same book is foundation of religion. When I read it I feel wonderful as it is marvelous literature, but I do not deny that I do not read it for sake of religion.At the same time if you ask me to write a poem for a particular religion, then I can not write. I can not write any thing for any particular religion.
Because as a writer my religion is humanity.
10-How do you see the effect of political subjects on poetry ? And what do you think about Yeats’ “On Being Asked for a War Poem.”:
“I think it best at times like these
a poet’s mouth be silent.
We have to gift to set a statesman right…”
See, I do not know about world literature, but Indian literature especially Hindi literature have a section called “veer gatha kal” means a time in which poetry was written for bravery. It contains beautiful poetry. As I belong to Rajasthan, where a number of wars have taken place in olden days. So we have beautiful poems for war. In these poems mostly praise for own kingship was important. These poems were part of my childhood. We appreciate Gandhi’s war less war also, because it was for our freedom. But now time has changed. The face and shape of war has changed. It is becoming crueler. So this is not time to appreciate war even if it is for our country. Modern time war is not located to a particular race or country, its effect is on human being. So I feel that poet should speak against it without taking side of any power. War is enemy of human being not any cast or race. Other way we should talk about LOVE, love for human being, love for nature, love for animals and love for universe. I feel true poet always loves love. Isn’t?
11-Is it so difficult in India for a poet to make a decent living?
Decent living?, my God ! It difficult to live with poetry in India. If a poet is completely depending on poetry for his livelihood, he can not get a signal meal in a month.
Now most of the poet has other jobs, very few are there who completely depend on their writings, and they find difficult. I left my job for writing, and started the web site, every single paisa in site was spend by me from my pension. Luckily my husband has job, so I need not worry about food or shelter, other wise I would be on roads. Even for my site I could never get a single coin.
The strange thing is – people ask me—where do you work? I can not say that I am poet writer. Even though, if I say—I am poet, and writer. Then their next question will be. That is fine But where do you work? And if I say—at home,than they will say—oh . You are house wife(Home maker)
How can I explain them that I work more than any working woman, I work for 10-15 hours a day It is not that poets are less in India, a number of people are writing poetry, (with out understanding about poetry). But poetry writing is not a respectful job in modern days. In my social life, no body knows that I am writing serious things. They do not know even about my writings. It is difficult get publish in India, you have to pay for publication, But there are clever people, (who are very bad poets) they manage to grab big award and get lot of money (because of their political relations) still a officer get more respect than poets.
I think , this situation will be every where in world, isn’t it?
12-If you were me what did you ask from Rati Saxina ?
I do not think that I am as knowledgeable as you are. You have asked very important questions. And you are a clever interviewer. But there are so many things, which people from out side of India or Indian continent can not understand. Such as, being a poet is not respectable work here for a woman, or as most of the poems written by woman are taken as her biography. Even though we had great woman poets like Meera, Habba khatoon, Laldad, Akka Mahadevi and many more. All these woman poets sufferd badly in their life. I don’t think that things have changed here. Society still do not give them proper respect ,and mostly male poets accept them as poet.
One more thing, I do not understand, meaning of love is changing so rapidly that some times it is very difficult to differentiate dimension of love. You asked about death, but Love is more important than death. This earthy word is full of confusion. There is wonderful variety in love. We try to limit this wonderful feeling. I remember my child hood, a number of friends I had. We used to sit together, walk together catching each others hand, or hugging each other. No one could wonder about those relationships. But in modern time this relationship will be not taken as healthy affairs. Why? Why we limit this wonderful emotion. Other hand sex became disaster these days. People are so hungry to grab any thing. I remember the Kalidas, I remember the kamsutra. They talk about sex such a beautiful way that it gives the strength.
There are thousands “why” are roving around me, I feel sad as I can not write on all topics. (who will read ?) at the end of day I feel too sad. Day by day the color of my sadness is becoming darker and darker, thats all.
What I am writing is only 2% of my thoughts. I feel to lonely some times I feel, why not I am dumb like so many other women? Why my brain always have fire? Why my heart is so weak?… So dear , there are so much more to talk and talk
Shall I cote one of my poem-
I am talking—
night kept on exploding, the mine
is ready to turn into bits
I am waiting for the smoke
and light coming out of fire
right now I am talking to my self.
morning is waking up night
figures are fluttering in calendar
twit-twit tighten in figures
my eyes are glued to the screen of computer
I am talking
I talk to every one
to the line of ants
to the blade of grass
to all of them
who are doing a conspiracy
to push me out of this earth
still so much talk remains that
I am talking, endlessly
To my self
A lot is there to talk about…