By: Bijay Kant Dubey
Sea Breeze,
Bombay
Partition's people stitched
Shrouds from a flag, gentlemen scissored Sind.
An opened people, fraying across the cut
country reknotted themselves on this island.
Surrogate city of banks,
Brokering and bays, refugees' harbour and port,
Gatherer of ends whose brick beginnings work
Loose like a skin, spotting the coast,
Restore us to fire. New refugees,
Wearing blood-red wool in the worst heat,
come from Tibet, scanning the sea from the
north,
Dazed, holes in their cracked feet.
Restore us to fire. Still,
Communities tear and re-form; and still, a
breeze,
Cooling our garrulous evenings, investigates
nothing,
Ruffles no tempers, uncovers no root,
And settles no one adrift of the mainland's
histories.
Sea Breeze, Bombay is a Partition story as well
as a history of Bombay written down by Adil Jussawalla who after his schooling
in Bombay did his college education from London and Oxford and taught for
sometime in England and in the mega city just before devoting himself fully to
journalism, literary tidbits, columns, reviews and had been also the Literary
Editor as well as the Editor of Debonair magazine. Adil Jussawalla who hails
from a Parsi community is first of all a poet writing the poetry of the modern
age and of modern man. A poet of broken statements, his is an angst,
bewilderment and loss expressed through the columns of poetry where it is
difficult to search for meaning and his persona is but a city-man, one of the
urban space and living. Despair, dislocation, displacement, globalism,
cosmopolitanism, modernity and post-modernism are some of the ingredients which
he comes to grapple with. The Partition people telling the stitched tales tells
of pity and pathos is the thing of narration which the politicians could not
feel it then drunken with power. Who to say how has this Partition cost
precious human lives of which we had been a mute spectator, witness of all that
happened in the name of partition, religion and politics! How inhuman can be man! The Partition
is an example of all that. None is holy from his within. All but know it.
Tracing the history of Bombay, he goes back to
the Partition tales and woes, trauma and therapy which it disrupted the
sub-continent, ruffled as a whirlwind, a cyclone uprooting the people from
their roots of nativity, culture and ethos, snapping connectivity and access
from Rawalpindi, Lahore, Peshawar to India and vice versa. Many perished on the
way tired of fatigue, hunger, thirst and illnesses the caravans of refugees
rendered homeless and while on the other hand violence, bloodshed, genocide,
stampede, rape and brutality wreaked havoc in the name of the Partition cutting
across the religious lines. Why was such a Partition done in a huff? What did
it give to? Just for the chair? So in its trail, bearing the brunt of, an exodus
of the Sindhis, the Sindh area people came in migrating to Bombay and got
domiciled, undergoing a saga of trouble, tribulation and trauma. But time is
the best healer as one forgets it all in the course of time. It was but the
island which but gave shelter and refuge to the migrating people from the
so-called, newly created and named Pakistan. Again in due course of time the
refugees forget the wounds and scars of the Partition and try to re-knot
themselves pacing with time, age and situation of life, marking the hectic
brisk activity of the land.
A city of banks, harbours and ports, Bombay has a
history and narrative of its own. It is the same coast, where the British and
other European merchants and mariners came and sojourned for their trade and commerce
and competed with for power. They also did their best in developing the island
area as it was internally cut in and separated from, but through the landfill
the area was flattened and linked with, bridging the edgeways, sideways. The
Bombay of today is not the same as it was before the advent of the Europeans
and the British. But the people of East Punjab and East Bengal suffered it most
from the torture point of view.
Keeping the Holy Fire as a witness, the poet
seeks for expiation and penance from the sins committed unknowingly by himself
or on behalf of those referred to here and praying to restore and purge it, he
begins the talk of the Tibetan refugees and their influx and they coming to
settle in and make room for. Even during the hot weather they can seen wearing
the red woolen dress as because varied geographical locations and migratory
haste, dislocation, displacement, wandering relocation and resettlement. With
the change in geographical locations, the things and the status change it from
place to place. So the case is with the Tibetan refugees unable to guess the
mood and go of the place, the climate and location of it. As a traveller, can
man adjust with shifting images and change in locality? Stability comes with
the home. But unaware of all that, the sea breeze keeps refreshing and blowing
over, settling or unsettling it all, taking to its own recourse. The sea breeze
comes and goes away towards the mainland. So are the waves rising and falling
picturesque of Nature as thus lost in the play and frivolity of its own.
The fire knows it all. What to say about keeping
it as a witness, swearing by? Sometimes the communities lose their temper and
get involved in quarrels and clashes. Sometimes some disruptive activities seem
to break the bond of affection, but again it swings back to its beat and pulse.
Things get restored back to with the somber poise and a calm of mutual
understanding is reached for to start it again the brisk activity. The
commercial centre comes to a stop, never seems to be at rest. Ships sailing on
the seas, coming from, cargoes unloaded, loaded, these are but the general
pictures of Bombay, the sea view.
A small poem it is so much of geographical, historical,
economic, shipmanly and developmental interest as because to read it is to discuss
it differently. How was Bombay initially? Who were the original inhabitants?
How did the merchants and the navy men come to, we mean the foreigners? How was
the coast earlier? How did it develop? How much time did it take in? How was
the land filled as for reclamation? To discuss Bombay is to see the topographical
map. Now it is a commercial hub too. How the maritime history and activity of
it? It is really a matter of intensive research connected with several kingdoms
and shipping corporations. A mariner, a navigator or a shipman’s notes will
help us more. The ancient boatmen and the fishers used to inhabit the seven
islands as it was a litter of isles and islets. Apart from the history of Bombay,
the poem is a history of the refugee problem and the maniac, fanatical division
of the sub-continent and the achievement of freedom in the midst of turbulence
and tribulation, stampede and refugee
influx. If we can the photos of that time, we may come to feel it. How had it
been the vision of the dividers? Divisions cannot be done at the cost of
innocent lives who could not see the flowers of freedom. The history of Sindh
and the Sindhis too comes under that. Did the Punjabis and the Bengalis not
face the brunt? The same has happened with East Punjab and East Bengal. If we
hear the stories, tears will trickle down the face. We shall not be able to
hear the stories of the betrayed people. How were the simple folks driven out
of their homes? The present plight of the Kashmiri pundits also tells the same
living in camps in Delhi or rehabilitated. What more to say about the Parsis
which the poet says it not? Are the Mohajirs well there in Pakistan? When he
talks of the Tibetan refugees, several things come upon the mind’s place,
Indo-Tibet, Indo-Chinese relations. How did they come to? Have they been given
citizenship rights? Who to look after their problems? Sometimes we feel it
about why the people turn into refugees, why the people are driven out of their
places. Still now the conditions of the minorities in Pakistan and Bangladesh
are not so well. When he puts the fire as a witness, the mere spell of it takes
to the land of Zoroaster and the Zoroastrians, how they were driven out, how
their fire temples were, how the fire has been kept burning still now.
Whose houses who partitioned? Whose lands who
divided? It is also a matter of fact. Sea Breeze, Bombay is a poem of Bombay,
its shipyards, docks, naval bases; its business centres and commercial hubs;
its sea routes and maritime activities. But side by side it is a painful tale
of the Partition people raked by loss, casualty, murder, disease, death,
suffering, loot, plunder, journey and fatigue. How did the stitched flags serve
as the shrouds for them? Whose liberty who used it? Whose freedom who commemorated
it? The reference indicates the murder
and killing of the innocent people in the wake of nationalistic fever and
frenzy and maniac religious fervour. So, with a bloody foundation the history
of our freedom started with and we made a tryst with it opening new vistas and
avenues. The scissoring of Sindh created reshuffles, repercussions and
upheavals. The history of Bombay none has tried to know it, feel it, how was it
Bombay one day, what has it become now. Is this the attainment of freedom? As
thus we got independence from is but a hidden truth and what more to allude to?
Let the breeze blow it with the influx of the refugees to come to in search of
opportunities, peace, happiness and settlement from time to time as but this is
the process of history. It all depends on one’s sense of humanism and goodness
while grappling with the humanitarian issues like this.
