[Radha R is an alumnus 1990 B.(Fine) Painting, Faculty of Fine Arts , MSU, Baroda. In the piece below, she reflects on important issues of art and life in the wake of the recent happenings in Baroda. AN]
When I last left the Faculty of Fine Arts in Baroda where I was a painting student between 1985 and 1990 my heart was already heavy with the image of the saffron neo -Hindutva flag fluttering over what was to be my last Navrathri Garbha in a long time to come…
Post Godhra , I once stayed awake in a train that passed by Baroda station at 2a.m just to see how it felt to see once more the platforms upon which I had spent many a day sketching …There was a gloom to the light, an eeriness in the pools of shadows that were insomniac people squatting there perhaps holding in zones of impenetrably dark memories …Beneath the clock, those huddled up and sleeping resembled the dead…
In the same trip just a couple of months since the killings I walked restlessly through the crowds in the Old City around the Ahmedabad railway station … The roads were crowded …the markets were crowded…people of communities that were the murdering and the murdered thronged the centres where goods were exchanged with a briskness that bewildered the imagination …
In the midst of all this, where was history?
…Tucked out of sight under which fold of skin?
Where were the wounds that hemorrhaged their ways into our hearts?
Who was the expert plastic surgeon? Who wielded the Airbrush of erasure to such frightening perfection?
The skin before the TV was after all always correctly fair, almost, blemishless and perfect …save for a small blue vein that dammed up and spilt over the edges within which it was sought to be held and that stubbornly showed itself up from within the layers of the skin… History now calls it the Narmada Bachao Andolan…
… I have never ever felt like going back to a landscape where the scars of personal trauma now mingled inextricably with the suppurating welts of collective suffering…
FOR THE STUDENTS OF FACULTY OF FINE ARTS AND THEIR ACTING DEAN-
A friend of mine, a perfectly innocuous school teacher who performs all her roles extremely well and is distinguished by her genuine concern for her students happened to attend a ‘soft’ right wing meeting where there were their rightful indignant voices criticizing the misrepresentation of women in TV serials and where tarring billboards in the city that had models showcasing saris with minimalist blouses was being strongly considered.
Her passion for this cause was worrisome and I thought her zeal was misplaced. I suggested gently that it would be better to identify a producer with guts and money and work right away on an alternate script for a blockbuster T.V. Serial with a difference.
To my friend, who at another level also espouses peace and non-violence, I added that the tarring business was nothing but violence even if it did not involve bloodshed of any kind…For a ‘symbolic’ act is as violent or, I daresay, is even more violent than any pure, unmediated knee-jerk expression of violence that is not addressed against any symbol.
To verify, simply observe the expression and body language of protestors in any protest demonstration that involves destroying flags, effigies or other symbolic objects.
Symbols it seems are a purely human mode of apprehension and are quite like deltas of silt thrown up by the differential flows of power and which coming into being in turn influence the direction and intensities of these flows as well. The cores of the issues, more often than not then, lie not in the symbols as such but elsewhere. They call for more creative and mediated approaches whose conspicuous absence is in itself the surefire indicator of growing fascist tendencies in any organization.
It is necessary to recognize that the so called proponents of ‘Hindutva’ have nothing whatsoever to do with the amazingly resilient and highly pluralistic nature of flows that constitutes the perennial identity of this sub continent and whose uniqueness is precisely this - that it resists a single identity and is thereby so tremendously inspiring, live and creative.
In fact this new-found aggressive totalizing tendency that fuels the new Hindutvavaadis’ insistent self appointment as the custodians of a certain definition of moral values and a ‘parampara’ which they have edited together in accordance with their own limitations and selfish interests actually puts them bang amongst that against which they have traditionally positioned themselves - Semitism with its organised centralizing and Body/ Nature negating character
History has shown us time and again that iconoclasm (and genocide) is a fall out of the tendency towards centralization by which all that which falls outside the periphery of the newly defined centre is seen at best as ‘undesirable’… And at worst as a threat towards those within the centre in currency for which reason in a movement of ‘purification’, is required to be ‘purged’.
What is really worrisome is the possibility that this unchecked and uncontrollable game of simplistic symbol creating and symbol bashing that every single body of vested interests are engaging in under whatever name, could eventually result in the actual vandalism and destruction of our very real heritage of artistic expression that is unparalleled in the world and which unifying flesh and spirit, affirms with grand passion every aspect of Life experience…Be it Khajuraho or Modhera or in any of the countless lesser known temples scattered all over the sub-continent…
If left unchallenged, no one will be able to control the actions of groups as they splinter off into more and more sharply spiraling levels of bigotry and intolerance, including their own leaders who myopically hope to harness the current surge of ugly and uncivilised petty passions to vault into positions of power.
Not just Women but all that comprises the philosophical realm of the Feminine shall suffer and is in fact already suffering the world over…And this includes Art that holds in its ambit all the creative movements that comprise Life… Whose hallmark is its sheer multiplicity of constituents, its heterogeneity of expression, its audacious straddling of polarities, its vigorous celebration of difference that gifts it with an amazingly affirmative death-defying resilience…
What could be more important to Life than taking on the task of cherishing this?