A Love Letter to Gaia - VL Muanpuia Pachuau

 

My unbeloved Gaia,
May the stars above light up your crimson heart;
You breathe your life through me,
And hard times I may meet, yet you provide,
Despite your unrequited love for me,
You waited, and waited for the pain to subside,
Please hear me before you fade into the night.

All my life, you have given me strength,
You filled my lungs with loving fairness,
Fed me your fruits of life and health,
Grew me up into what I am;
Through all those centuries you sheltered me,
Helped me survive through the end of days and time,
Oh, how can I ever forget your everlasting benign!

Broken is your body, enduring endless agonies,
Scars and aches I had inflicted on you,
My ears set on your screeches of cacophony,
Roaring tides of your tears, your rage imbues,
Your knees, bruised, your beauty, ruined,
Stranded and abandoned with your bloodstained wings,
Death comes knocking, total darkness it brings.

I had turned your singing daisies into ashes,
Fields of green engulfed by giant fire lilies,
Lilac skies turned black as your life flashes,
Your oceans suddenly brimmed with death;
But I am our future, I am our dying hope,
A responsibility that will save us our breath,
A light that flickers in the darkest of nights.

 Alas, I have opened my stitched eyes,
I am the past, I am here, I am alive,
As old ways should be buried and gone,
Restrained and bounded by the grim hands of the past,
Your dying arms will always be my home,
I am the future, I am there, I am your half,
For our spirits are one in the same.

Beneath the gleaming blue moon,
My figure shall sit beside your gentle glow;
Caress my broken soul of all troubles,
And I shall sing you melodies near the river's flow.
Forever may your heart be true,
And forever I shall love you.

VL Muanpuia Pachuau, 4th semester, turned to Greek mythology to come up with this beautiful love song to Gaia, the Greek goddess of the earth, which won him First Prize and a cash prize of Rs. 2000/-      Congratulations, Muanpuia! 

A printout of his poem hangs proudly on a wall at college.

Hear Mother Earth's Cry - Chawngthanmawia

Hey, can you hear the world cry?
Oh, it doesn't literally cry -
I doubt she would only cry
if she could.

Hey, can you hear the world weep ?
When animals are treated as second-class;
livestock is a slave term -
enslaving generations of a species.
Separating mother from child.
We should be kinder to those
less equipped to wield power.

That was what I interpreted in her long
ongoing non-existent wail.
If you have heard the world weep,
you must've looked around.
Kept quiet, undisturbed or secluded;
It really is hard to hear a cry so ethereal,
that it has to be conjured up.

For Mother Earth has no vocal chords
to wail, to cry, to throw tantrums.
We, humans, we anthropomorphized nature.
When nature gets erratic and lives get lost
we make it seem like it is crying;
and that we are the culprits.

It is true, we are the culprits.
We live in a world that feeds our manic consumerism -
exploiting nature without a second thought.
Every piece of cheap technology
is made with labor exploitation done far away.
Bauxite, Cobalt; the minerals that technology needs
are sold cheap, in places where interests collide
and no semblance of peace can ever be found.
Such are the fates of resource rich countries like the Congo.
Plastic and fossil fuel, staples of modern life
pollute the world with every purchase.

We may think we don't contribute to pollution,
but we do. Every single one of us!

Here lies the end.
We are at a time where climate catastrophe
is as plausible as nuclear annihilation.
Developing countries will bear the impact,
but so will the “First World”.
When we see the world suffering from freak weather
more and more so;
growing steadily everyday.

I have found that it wasn't Mother Nature that was crying.
We were the ones crying.
We have made our only home uninhabitable.
Mother Earth will survive, humans, humans may become extinct.
But such is life.
We will be the species written on the list of extinct ones,
only for there to be no one writing that list.

Spencer argued that the world is a world of
“survival of the fittest (strongest)”
which became the common slogan for our "victory"
in evolution.
But vain and shallow as humans are -
a species who had the gall to name themselves “wise ape”.
If you read the literature
there are people like Kropotkin
who argued that it was mutual aid
and cooperation in species;
that made life work.
Evolution was not “survival of the fittest”
but “survival based on cooperation”.
Hearing Mother Earth cry
should be a rallying call.

For everyone supports environmental movements;
But we are all far too busy
surviving in a late stage capitalist consumer world.

And the change we need is radical -
our everyday life right now contributes to the problem.
As Kropotkin pioneered socio-biology and evolutionary psychology,
his arguments were not for naught.
And we know now, to be humble.
Among all of nature.

Even humans are ecosystems of their own.
Gut bacteria would wreak havoc
if it was elsewhere in the body.
We are microcosms of life, and we rely on them to live.
It was never Mother Earth that was crying.
It was us, humans, we were making ourselves cry.
For we are a part of nature, that will never change.

Chawngthanmawia, our erudite 6th semester student who's into socialism and European philosophy, reached deep into his readings to come up with this piece which won him Second Place in the "Hear Mother Earth's Cry" writing competition.

Wishful Thinking - Lalnunfeli

 

Character defines the world
A person lives in 
If it is lost, all is lost,
And say about hope?
Wasn’t hope all that was left
In Pandora’s box when all evil flew out?
Wasn’t hope all that Prometheus has
When the avenger feasted on him?
Weren’t you all that I had?
Weren’t you all my hope
In which I put all my faith
To which I’d cling on till eternity?
Weren’t you my hope, for which
I sacrificed not material, but my thought, my mind?
How can I hope for better
When nothing of it remains?
How can I expect good, when I see
darkness engulfing everything around?
How should I forgive you?
There is nothing to forgive.
I led myself to this profane abyss
But you invited the evil serpent and now
I stand cursed for millenniums to come.
I’ll wait for my curse to be lifted
I’ll wait till my brow’s sweat satisfies your malicious hunger
I’ll wait for you to be Eve again
I long to be Adam again
I’ll wait for it to be Eden once again.

Lalnunfeli, 6th semester, placed joint Third Place with her poem here in the Writing Competition on "Hear Mother Earth's Cry."

Hear Mother Earth's Cry - Rosalynd Lallawmsangi

From time immemorial, even before the existence of life itself, existed the Earth. Perhaps it could be said that the Earth is life itself– the root of each tree and plant being the branches of her lungs; each river, lake and ocean her blood; and vast lands of every kind of terrain her expansive skin. Mother Earth is the source of life from which every other existence draws life from.

She has persevered through eons, and has provided every living creature an abode wherein we may live and prosper. She has provided humankind with food and shelter, with warmth and cool, even during the hours when we were no better than wild beasts. She has blessed us with the richness of her lands and waters; with the very air we breathe and the crops and plants that fill our stomachs; with everything she could possibly provide, and we have certainly prospered from her gifts bestowed upon us.

So why is it that we, humankind, harm her the most? Why have we taken more from her than we could possibly need? Mother Earth is being run to ruin by us– the very mouths she has fed. We have cut and burned her trees– her very lungs; and have poisoned her waters– her blood. We are killing her slowly, and we are the ones suffering from it.

She weeps and weeps and yet we persist, consumed by our own greed. Earthquakes, forest fires, landslides, cyclones, floods, droughts and more; when will we open our eyes and see that she is in pain?

How much more pain must we put her through until we finally listen and hear Mother Earth's cry?

The Department had its third successive Poetry & Prose Writing Competition on the 24th February 2023. The theme this year was on the Environment and specifically the topic, "Hear Mother Earth's Cry."  Of the 10 participants, Rosalynd from the 2nd semester bagged the joint third prize with this poetic prose piece.

She also took First Prize in the Poetry Writing Competition in English at the College Week 2022.

One Team, One Dream - Chawngthanmawia

There will have to be a new normal
One where we look after each other
One where we, as humans
do not contribute
to our very own extinction.

With caring, soft touch, it was not to be
But human hands often are cruel.
Capable of being cruel to other people
we have been the cruelest to
the things we consider lesser
We would even poison the rivers
that we drink from.

In the past we did not care
Now when human life gets threatened
we care,
Hands that have done this much harm
cannot be simply washed.

While humans don’t even stand as one
we slowly found out
that the environment we contaminated
was a part of us
We were one
We could never be separated.

We are on a ship
we have caused damage to.
If humans, we do not act as one.
One team, with the same goal -
to survive,
We will not survive nature,
we will not survive ourselves.

Note: This is Chawngthanmawia's second prize winning poem at the MIELS (Mizoram English Literary Society) Poetry Writing competition on the 6th September 2022. Now in his 5th semester English Core, he has been writing and winning poetry competitions since his 1st semester with us. We are understandably proud of him.  At this particular event, he also won the second prize in the Short Story Writing competition.

Rights Over What Is Right - Moses Rampuia

In the late 18th century, a small portion of the human race witnessed, and even a smaller one took part in, the French Revolution. The movement which seemed to be only an outlash against the evil and corrupt monarchy of the time, paved the way for a much broader change in the timeline of humanity. The French Revolution and an array of prior and subsequent movements brought the rights of the common citizen to the forefront, accompanied by vast complications and challenges. According to the United Nations, "Human rights are rights inherent to all human beings, regardless of race, sex, nationality, ethnicity, language, religion, or any other status. Human rights include the right to life and liberty, freedom of opinion and expression, the right to work and education, and many more...."

All through the ages, our species has been witnessing oppression, subjugation and discrimination on the basis of ethnicity, sex, religion, etc. Countless souls have paid the ultimate price to uphold the rights of their fellow human beings. People are being murdered for their diet in the "largest democracy," a nation which has a history of mercilessly bombing its own cities and terrorizing its own citizens to subdue a movement which erupted due to its own negligence. We live in a world in which a girl child if denied the right to life , the right to education, freedom of expression and countless other virtues which many take for granted elsewhere where an individual of a particular sex can completely ruin the life of an individual of the opposite sex by means of a single false accusation. The same world is witnessing a new form of misogyny in sports, wherein "certain athletes" are towering over "certain athletes" because they have different sets of chromosomes and different average muscle and bone density and primarily because they have the "right" to do so. The present (western) culture claims to accept everyone yet belittles the freedom of opinion of those which deviate from the mainstream and "cancels" them with "pride."

Slowly but steadily, we humans beings are progressing and suffice to say that there hasn't been a better time than today for the common citizen in the history of the planet. The moral human values are still present today and many people are actively indulging in acts of unconditional love and kindness even though they might not be documented or publicized. Nevertheless, the progress made so far is not yet sufficiently widespread and not at all equally-spread and we still have a long way to go.

It is the moral duty of every human being to support and ensure that nobody is denied of the right he/she deserves and to not abuse any of those rights. However, in today's postmodern world, each of us must often ask ourselves whether we value our rights over what is right.

Moses Rampuia, Class Representative of the 6th semester, placed third in the writing competition with this thoughtful essay. 

We've Lost - Lalramdina Renthlei

 

Humanity, something we humans have ironically lost.

Harmony, something we only hear of in a song

Justice, a mere word thrown around by the unjust.

Horrors, the sight of which we've grown to adjust.

 

It hurts to see the fight for equality, justice and the like.

It's sad that we celebrate freedom, and boast our rights,

When these are things we shouldn't need to fight for.

Where in tarnation did we ever follow a path so wrong?

Respect: a status that you acquire only with a title.

Power, greeded upon by those who need no more of it

Religion, a symbolic way of saying 'l am your enemy'.

Racism, you look a certain way and they expect hostility.

Will all this end? Highly unlikely

But will those with a vision stop working? NO

Will their effort ever bear fruit? Also unlikely

Will humans ever regain their humanity? NO!

 

This is where we are in history,

Neat isn't it?

Stuck in a place

Where students write about

Rights and values.

Lalramdina Renthlei, 4th semester, placed second in the writing competition with this poem that comes off sounding rather resigned and cynical. We hope one more year of intense literature study won't turn him into an out and out nihilist.

Ramdina took home Rs. 1500/- and a certificate.

Rainbow or 50 Shades of Grey - Steven Hauhnar

Rainbow or 50 shades of grey
is how our tinted glasses should glance their way
Put you in my shoes, close your eyes,
See things I've seen through mine,
Children of God using out of context lines
off his book to make others feel confined.
Preach of his words that we are loved,
you and I, except for the part where 
people draw the imaginary line.

"Reborn" believers hating on gays at an all time high
Preachers on a pulpit putting themselves on a pedestal -
Pointing out who's worthy and who's deserving of scorching.
Isn't it the same book you're reading off that says
"Pray for your enemy"?
This holy book is not a comic book
or an anime manga where we decide what's canon.
So Lord, strike me dead -
if he deems my poetry as inhumane
and a case of blasphemy,
But years of passivity only breeds
future hostility or felling for
the future of society.

Not speaking your mind and acting
like everything's fine only adds to the fallacy.
How can we celebrate independence day when
people are oppressed and can't express freely?
Not discrediting what the movement 
has done for you and me;
But this isn't back in the days
and we're far from getting back in our ways.
Days are colder, people get enough weight
on their shoulders.
Rainbow or 50 shades of grey
as a society we must learn to
adapt for the better like Cassius Clay
Take a moment to ponder about
the roads we take.

When more people come out of
their closet and time for discussion
on those topics arise
Only to denounce and treat them
like grade C citizens
You'd be surprised what some people of this group
had done for mankind.
We live at a time where world mental health
is at an all time decline;
The victim doesn't become the victimizer,
the abused doesn't become the abuser,
He just carries out the complex:
Complex of not belonging, feeling
alien and offset.

Humanitarianism treads more than the
line of girl and guy -
So if I was gay and born with a soft voice
Would you discriminate me 
and guise it saying you're carrying out God's voice?
If I was born with different preferences
Would I be subject to your prejudices?
Be another victim of society
who could've led a normal life,
If only my differences were brushed side
and I was treated right.
I don't wanna vine off too many branches,
not asking for gay parades
Nor rainbow-themed stores, of course:
that's just a fraud for million dollar
Companies to sell more.

So human rights, Truman's life
I'm a sucker for love
and would be a pain in the arse
If you're prevented from such.
And while my heart still pumps a pulse
Isn't it my birthright to decide
Who's the love of my life?

Steven Ramthanmawia, 6th semester, who also enjoys rapping, has chosen to focus on gay rights in this rap-inflected poem which won the first prize in the Poetry/Prose Writing Competition 2022. He took home Rs. 2000/- and a certificate. Congratulations, Steven!

Writing Competition on Human Rights & Values

Following on the Prose/Poetry writing competition organised by the department early lasy year, ie February 2021, a new annual writing competition on Human Rights and Values was organised by the Department on the 29th March 2022, at the college conference hall. Thirteen student competitors participated and gave presentations/readings of their essays/poems on the theme.

The programme was chaired by Mrs. Elizabeth L. Hmar and C. Zirsangliana.  The Principal, Mrs. Hmingpuii Poonte, gave away the prizes and participation certificates. Students from the 6th and 4th sem English Core attended the programme.

The winners were
First: Steven Ramthanmawia, 6th sem, for his poem "Rainbow or 50 Shades of Grey"
Second: Lalramdina Renthlei, 4th sem, for his poem "We've Lost"
Third: Moses Rampuia, 6th sem, for his essay "Rights Over What is Right?"

Some of the entries will be uploaded on the blog later. Always such a pleasure to have our students rise to challenges such as these.

 

GAC Alumni Reconnect : English Dept.

The Department organised an English Department Alumni Reconnect programme on the 22nd April 2022 over the Zoom platform. Five recent graduates of the department were invited to speak to the 6th semester English Core students who will soon graduate and move out into the real world, and also to the 4th semester English Core students who will shortly take on the responsibility of being the senior-most class. 

The speakers were -
(i) HR Lalramnghaki - Class of 2016 (MA, LLB, LLM, now pursuing Ph.D. in Law at Christ University, Bangalore)
(ii) Lalhruaizela - Class of 2017 (Business development manager and entrepreneur)
(iii) Esther Vanlalnunpuii Sailo - Class of 2018 (MA English, model, film actor)
(iv) Tommy Remchhunga - Class of 2018 (MA English, creative writer, JRF scholar)
(v) Vanlalfaka Hnamte - Class of 2019 (MA English, film actor)

Starting at 8 pm, the session was hosted by Mrs. Elizabeth L. Hmar, Associate Professor. Each speaker was given a short introduction by different teachers. The speakers spoke on varying issues, offering practical advice on career and further studies options and opportunities including studying abroad, the hazards of juggling studies with part-time businesses and too much involvement in church and social activities, the importance of having a good grasp of the English language, life lessons such as dealing with lack of self-esteem, the need for self-love and taking risks, getting extra teaching certificates to get an advantage when seeking employment, the necessity of a solid value system and how only hard work and dedication can lead to success.

At its peak, there were 68 participants. The session ended with a vote of thanks by Mrs. Rohmingmawii, Associate Professor. The Zoom recording has been uploaded on the college YouTube page, and a Google feedback form has also been initiated. 

This was the first time such a programme with our alumni was organised, following on the advice of the AAA assessors last October. It was delightful to meet our old students once again, albeit online, and to realise how much they have matured within just a few years despite their initial apprehension at addressing the younger students. They have clearly chalked out their own futures and are so keen to share their experiences and know-how with their younger counterparts following in their footsteps in the department.  We definitely plan to have more alumni meets of this kind in future.

Of Time and a Classroom Table - Zualteii Poonte

How many young people have sat here through the years

patiently listening to countless confusing lectures,

or losing the battle against heavy eyelids 

as a teacher drones on on a sweltering summer's day,

or in the back row carrying on a whispered conversation 

with a friend under cover of an open textbook 

propped up on the table,

or struggling through an exam 

to earn that coveted degree.

Where are they now, those generations of young learners,

who have moved on to take their places in the world -

clergymen with flocks to lead to heavenly destinations,

politicians, officers, media persons, entrepreneurs, educators,

some in distant, far-flung villages,

some dead and at slumber beneath the earth,

some fathers and mothers with offspring of their own

coming to sit at these very same tables.

This old table, once smooth and new, gleaming with fresh paint,

now decrepit and battered, scarred with scratches, 

and marked with memories of people and time.

Zualteii Poonte (official name A. Hmangaihzuali Poonte) graduated with English Honours in 1981, completed her MA from NEHU Shillong in 1983 and began working as a college teacher in 1984 at Zirtiri Women's College. In July 2001, she joined the English faculty of Govt. Aizawl College. She enjoys creative writing and translation work, and has had a number of prose and poetry writings published in various national and international anthologies. 

Decoding the Contradictions: A Study of Select Mihrinna Hla by R.L. Kamlala - Vanlalpeki Sailo

 

Mizo  literature,  particularly  songs,  comprises  largely  of  gospel  or  worship  songs  and  songs  that  speak  of  the  beauty  of  the  land  and  nature,  often  called  “Ram  Ngaih”  or  “Ram  Hmangaih  Hla”.   R.L. Kamlala  (1902-1965),  a  Mizo  writer  was  an  individual  who  may  be  characterised  as  one,  who,  at  one  point  in  time,  was  torn  between  the  two;  leading  to  subtle  contradictions  in  his  songs.  According  to  Revd.  Chuathuama,  in  the  Forword  he  wrote  for  his  edited  book,  R.L. Kamlal  Kut  Chhuak,  after  he  finished  Middle  School  in  1929,  R.L. Kamlala  went  through  a  phase  where  he  was  deemed  as  mad  due  to  his  anomalous  behavior  caused  by  a  spiritual  awakening  and  was  even  imprisoned  for  a  while.  Yet,  many  of  his  well_known  songs  were  written  during  and  after  this  phase  of  his  life.

R.L. Kamlala  himself  admits  to  the  changes  taking  place  within  himself  and  reveals  how  in  1932,  he  was  confronted  with  Christ  and  how  this  affected  his  literary  work  to  an  extent,  causing  to  the  contradictions  within  himself  and  within  the  subjects  dealt  with  in  his  songs.  This  occurrence  gave  him  a  new  and  clearer  perspective  of  the  word  of  God  and  also  affected  his  mentality  and  his  approach to things in general.  He  even  claims  that  it  caused  a  conflict  between  his  inner  and  outer  being.  The  songs  that  he  wrote  while  he  was  in  this  state,  as  he  himself  puts  it,  “Ka  Hla”,  “Ka  Hla  Chuam”  or  his  “Mihrinna  Hla”  are  nine  in  all.  He  felt  he  was  no  longer  in  the  position  to  call  them  Christian  Songs  or  “Kristian  Hla”  due  to  their  content  and  yet,  on  a  closer  study  of  these  songs,  it  may  be  pointed  out  that  they  still  consist  of  themes  relating  to  Christianity  to  some degree.  Moreover,  it  is  significant  to  observe  that  R.L. Kamlala,  a  man  of  God,  even  considered  mad  after  a  spiritual  encounter,  used  themes  entirely  opposite  of  the  teachings  found  in  the  Bible  in  some  of  his  “Mihrinna  Hla,"

Zawlvanbuk,  one  among  R.L  Kamlala’s  Mihrinna  Hla  is  a  song  that  reflects  the  traditional  Mizo  culture  of  young  Mizo  men  who  spent  a  majority  of  their  time  at  Zzawlbuk,  a  traditional  bachelors’  quarters  of  the  Mizos.  Zawlbuk  mainly   as  a  dormitory  for  all  unmarried  men  and   as  a  “social  institution  where  education,  entertainment,  skill  and  personal  development,  and  security  of  the  tribal  community  were  (almost)  entirely  centred.”  (Pillai  130)  R.L.  Kamlala  in  his  Foreword  included  in  R.L.  Kamlala  Kut  Chhuak  mentions  how  only  the  first  and  fifth stanzas  of  the  song  are  his,  and  that  the  second  to  fourth  are  actual  songs  sung  by  the  Mizo  bachelors  who  gathered  at  Zawlbuk.

R.L.  Kamlala  opens  the  song  with  a  scenic  description  of  the  land,  and  how  when  the  weather  was  gloomy  with  no  sunshine  in  sight  and  when  the  climate was not  suitable  for  work  or  play,  the  bachelors  would  gather  at  Zawlbuk  and  sing  songs  to  entertain  themselves  and  to  pass  the  time.  The  next  stanzas  consist  of  the  songs  sung  but  it  may  be  suggested  that  R.L  Kamlala  is  in  favour  of  and  agrees  with  what  was  being  sung  about.  The  young  men  in  the  song  are  singing  and  persuading  the  others  to  come  back  to  where  they  belong-  to  Zawlbuk  and  use  metaphors  to  signify  certain  things.  A  number  of  contrasts,  revealing  the  contradictions  in  R.L  Kamlala’s  songs  can  also  be  detected  in  this  song. 

In  the  second  stanza,  a  comparison  between  Heaven,  a  paradise  out  of  this  world,  “Van  Pialral”  and  a  heaven  on  earth,  within  this  life,  “dam  lai  Pialral”  is  seen.  The  writer,  or  in  this  case,  the  singers  are  saying  that  “Van  Pialral”,  a  place  everyone  has  been  searching  for  is  too  far  away  and  are  asking  those  in  search  of  it  to  come  back,  telling  them  that  this  world,  here  and  right  now  is  “Pialral”.  It  also  stresses  upon  the  fact  that  people,  with  all  our  differences  are  the  same  and  pleads  everyone  to  just  be  and  not to  worry  about  the  rest  too  much.  It  uses  metaphors  of  “day” -  “Chhun”  and  “night” -  “Zan”  to  denote  this  difference,  saying,

                                “Chhun  leh  zan  thim  kara  leng  kan  dang  chuang  lo,

                              Haw  rawh  tinkim  sei  I  dawn  lo  vang.”  (Chuauthuama  103)

Perhaps  the  first  contradiction  within  R.L  Kamlala  that  can  be  seen  in  this  song  is  in  how  he  includes  these  two  very  distinct  and  opposing  things-  that  of  Heaven  and  a  paradise  on  earth.  In  many  of  his  “Kristian  Hla”,  he  has  profoundly  written  about  Heaven,  his  desire  to  go  there  and  often  imagines  and  romanticises  the  beauty  of  it,  what  it  must  be  like  and  the  utmost  pleasure  and  happiness  that  it  would  give  him.  He  is  aware  of  the  evils  lurking  and  the  sadness  that  prevails  in  life  and  it  is  his  faith  in   God  that  assures  him  that  everything  would  be  perfect  in  Heaven  and  many  of  his  songs  often  depict  this  longing.  He  extensively  talks  about  the  sadness  in  this  world  coming  to  an  end  once  he  enters  Heaven.  For  instance,  in  the  song  Tunah  A  Thar  Hmangaihna  Eng,  he  talks  about  how  troubles  and  pain  surround  him  in  life  and  longs  for  Heaven,  saying  that  once  he  reaches  that  place,  he  would  not  miss  the  world  at  all;

“Ka  dam  lai  ni  hi  a  tlak  hma  zawngin,

Ka  tan  chhum  a  zing  thin;

Nakinah  chu  ram  ka  thlen  ve  hun  chuan,                            

Ka  ngai  lawng  khawvel  hi.”  (  Chuauthuama  2)

The  song  Lei  Hrehawm  Hmun  Reh  Takah  Hian  also  clearly  depicts  his  unhappiness  here  and  how  the  thought  of  reaching  Heaven  one  day  gives  him  a  sense  of  hope  and  happiness;

                                                          “Tuipui  rala  ka  Lalpa  ram,
                                                         Thlirin  hlimna  ni  eng  chuan;
                                                         Ka  rilru  ngui  a  rawn  tihlim,
                                                        Ka  lungngaihna  thim  a  en.”  (Chuauthuama  7)

Such  instances  in  his  songs  reflect  his  spiritual  being  and  faith in  God,  yet  when  looking  at  his  “Mihrinna  Hla”  like  the  song  Zawlvanbuk  where  he  includes  songs  sung  by  the  bachelors,  it  may  be  assumed  that  R.L  Kamlala  tends  to  contradict  himself.  In  the  song,  he  seems  to  be  in  agreement  with  the  idea  that  Zawlbuk  or  on  a  larger  context,  the  world  and  this  life  right  here  and  now  is  good  enough,  claiming  that  a  better  place  or  happiness  cannot  be  found  elsewhere;

                                                   
                                   “Kan  lenna  ram  hi  a  lo  nuam  thlir  ve  rawh.
                                 Hei  ang  lawman  dang  I  tawng  lo  vang.”  (Chhawnthuama  103)

The  song  also  stresses  upon  the  fact  that  the  kind  of  beauty  found  in  this  world  cannot  be  found  anywhere  else  and  pleads  with  the  others  to  just  look  for  their  happiness  now  and  right  here  on  earth.  The  fifth  and  closing  stanza  is,  according  to  R.L  Kamlala,  entirely  his  and  closes  the  song  with  another  scenic  description  of  the  land,  wherein  the  weather  has  cleared  up  and  persuades  the  young  men  and  women  to  get  up,  start  afresh  and  go  to  work;

                                             “Ai  ang  tho  ru  lanu  leng  leh  val  zawng  zawng,
                                          Ram  in  tuan  nan  kawl  a  thiang  ta  e!”  (Chuauthuama  103)

This  stanza  consists  of  themes  not  seen  too  often  in  R.L  Kamlala’s  songs.  He  describes  the  world  as  a  place  where  hope  for  the  future  can  be  found,  pleading  with  the  youngsters  not  to  be  idle  and  to  start  working  and  grasp  the  opportunities  given  to  them  by  nature.  The  world  that  he  has  depicted  in  most  of  his  songs-  a  world  of  despair  and  no  hope,  with  nothing  to  look  forward  to  is  in  stark  contrast  with  the  world  he  is  now  describing.  The  inner  conflict  he  had  after  his  spiritual  encounter  may  become  a  significant  feature  to  look  at.  Before  the  encounter,  his  “Kristian  Hla”  portrays  the  sadness  of  life  and  the  utmost  relief  and  happiness  Heaven  would  provide.  The  encounter  instilled  in  him  a  clearer  concept  of  Christ  and  the  word  of  God.  However,  his  “Mihrinna  Hla”  such  as  Zawlvanbuk  now  provides  glimpses  of  the  happiness  the  world  could  give  which  is  a  clear  depiction  of  the  conflict  within  himself  that  brought  out  contradictions  in  his  songs.  

Another  song  by  R.L.  Kamlala  that  is  very  distinct  in  its  subject  and  theme,  even  when  compared  with  songs  written  by  other  Mizo  songwriters  is  Cho  Ui  Val  Tha,  which,  according  to  him  is  a  song,  “humorously”  written  for  a  dog  who  died  in  Bualpui  village,  Mizoram  in  1932.  R.L.  Kamlala  may  not  sound  too  serious  in  his  description  of  how  the  song  was  written,  perhaps  due  to  the  fact  that  it  is  a  song  about  a  dog,  yet,  the  tone  within  it  is  sad  and  serious  and  captures  the  angst  of  the  owner  over  the  death  of  the  dog.

The  song  opens  with  the  writer  speaking  about  how  lonely  and  sad  the  household  has  become  since  the  death  of  the  dog  and  reveals  how  unbearable  the  loss  is  for  the  owners;

                                                    “I  pi  leh  pu  tan  zawng,
                                           Tuar  har  na  e.”  (Chuauthuama  104)

The  rest  of  the  stanzas  excluding  the  last  one  reveal  the  pain  caused  by  this  death  and  the  writer  even  claims  that  he  no  longer  has  any  brothers  and  sisters  in  this  world  and  mentions  how  this  dog  named  Ranga  was  the  only  one  he  had.  He  seems  to  be  aware  of  the  fact  that  mourning  the  death  of  a  dog   is  absurd  and  admits  that  people  might  talk  about  him.  However,  the  pain  he  feels  is  too  real  that  he  is  not  in  a  position  to  worry  or  bother  about  what  might  be  said  about  him;

                                                      “Relthang  reng  ka  dawn  zo  lo,

A  NA  RANGA!”  (Chuauthuama  104)

The  closing  stanza  and  the  subject  raised  in  it  is  very  distinct  and  opposing  to  what  R.L.  Kamlala usually  talks  about  in  his  songs.  First  of  all,  he  is  giving  the  dog  a  final  message  to  go  forth  and  continue  his  journey  to  “Thlafam  khua”,  a  place  for  the  dead,  an  afterlife  and  to  spread  the  message  that  his  master  is  in  pain  because  of  his  loneliness; 
                                                          “Kal  zel  la  Thlafam  khuaah,

I  pu  run  hrui  ang  zawt  la;

“Ka  pu  nau  ang  a  tlei  thei  lo”,

Tiin  hril  rawh.” 

A  stark  contrast  is  evident  in  this  final  stanza,  wherein  the  writer  seems  to  believe  in  an  afterlife  for  animals,  contradicting  to  what  the  Bible  says.  Going  back  to  the  period  when  this  was  written,  a  time  when  R.L.  Kamlala  himself  claims  to  have  been  closer  with  Christ,  it  is  interesting  that  he  would   choose  to  deal  with  a  subject  such  as  this.  On  the  other  hand,  to  an  extent,  this  song  promotes  the  status  of  R.L.  Kamlala  as  a  poet  and  shows  his  diversity.  He  is  perhaps  one  of  the  few  Mizo  songwriters  to  write  about  animals,  giving  them  a  human-like  attribute,  making  him  worthy  enough to  be  compared  with  Romantic  Poets  like  Wordsworth,  Shelley,  Blake,  Keats,  Coleridge  and  others  who  often  expressed  their  fascination  with  nature  in  their  works  through  depiction  of  animals  and  sometimes  using  them  as  symbols.  For  instance,  William  Blake  uses  animals  for  his  poems  as  seen  in  The  Lamb  and  The  Tyger  to  depict  good  and  evil.  Coleridge  too  based  his  narrative  poem  The  Rime  of  the  Ancient  Mariner  around  the  sanctity  of  nature,  particularly  that  of  the  albatross,  a  large  sea  bird  who  was  a  sign  of  good  luck  to  the  sailors  and  Keats  had  also  written  an  Ode  to  a  Nightingale.  (McKusick,  205).  These  poets  have  given  utmost  importance  to  animals  in  their  poems  and  similarly,  R.L.  Kamlala,  by  expressing  a  man’s  extreme  longing  for  a  dog,  describing  the  pain  a man  feels  over  its  death  and  creating  an  afterlife  for  it  shows  his  romanticisation  of  nature  and  the  importance  he  places  upon  animals.

Contradictory  he  may  be  to  himself  as  revealed  in  his  songs,  it  is  evident  that  R.L.  Kamlala,  in  his  “Mihrinna  Hla”  still  stresses  upon  the  two  worlds,  one  on  earth  and  one  after  death.  He  has  been  known  to  be  a  man  in  constant  pain  and  his  songs  definitely   portray  this  constant  ache  of  living  in  this  world.  Yet,  both  through  the  portrayal  of  nature  and  its  beauty  as  well  as  through  his  faith  and  hope  of  Heaven,  a  majority of  his  songs  provide  relief  for  the  sad  and  lonely  and  gives  an  insight  to  a  better  life,  a  life  created  by  one  here  on  earth  and  a  life  after  death.   

Works Cited 

Chuauthuama, Revd, ed. R.L Kamlala Kut Chhuak. Second Revised Edition. Aizawl, Mizoram : Synod Press, 2006. Print.

McKusick, James C. “Keats-Shelley Journal”. Keats Shelley Journal, vol. 54, 2005, pp. 204-207. JSTOR. Web 3 Oct 2017. www.jstor.org/org/stable/30213124.  

Vanlalpeki Sailo graduated from Govt. Aizawl College in 2012 with English Honours. She went on to do her MA at Mizoram University where she placed first in her batch and was the gold medallist  in the English department. She then did her M.Phil. where she wrote a fine thesis on Nobel laureate cum singer songwriter Bob Dylan. This critical study of the late Mizo poet R.L. Kamlala is part of her research course work then.

Poetry & Book Appreciation Day

A Poetry & Book Appreciation Day programme was held on the 10^th October 2019 at the college Conference Hall. With creative writing in English among Mizos gaining in popularity, this was a wonderful opportunity to introduce some of the finest young writers in Aizawl to our literature students. Book reading is, of course, also an issue that needs to be re-introduced today with digital gadgets taking over the time and attention of young people everywhere.

Hannah Lalhlanpuii, a research scholar at Mizoram University who is also an upcoming writer of note, talked about her novel, "When Black Birds Fly” which is about the 1966 Mizoram rambuai narrated from the perspective of a young boy.  

Somte Ralte and Lalsangliani, who both write good, pertinent poetry in English and have both had short stints as substitute teachers in the English department, presented their poetry.

Jacqueline Zote, a young journalist who takes on bold themes and issues in her poetry, and Kim Miller, one of the few male Mizo writers in English, also gave readings of their poetry.

Dr. Lalthansangi Ralte, a 2005 English Honours alum, and the then Head of the English Department at IQFAI University Mizoram Campus, gave the assembled English Core students a pep talk on the importance of books and reading. She set up a temporary book stall from the Book Café, a very popular book shop recently started by her with her brothers, who are also alumni of the college.

The programme was an extension of Poetry Day organised by the dept. where poems written by students from various departments were collected and displayed across the college building. 

The P & BA Day appeared successful with most students showing considerable interest in the proceedings.

Class of 2020 Visit Adopted Schools at Hmuifang

In what turned out to be the department’s last outing and major activity before the pandemic closed down the institution from the 17th March 2020, on January the 28th 2020, final semester students of the English Dept. alongwith seven faculty members, visited the college's two adopted schools at Hmuifang, a picturesque tourist spot some 53 kms away from Aizawl.

Splitting up into two groups, we presented an assortment of gifts and a Little Library to both the Govt. Primary School and Neihlaia Memorial Middle School. The Little Libraries were stocked with books in English and Mizo donated by students and teachers to encourage a love of books and reading among the schoolchildren.

At the Middle School, the students also spent time interacting in spoken English with the children. This was the first direct interaction made with both schools by the college since the school and village adoptions were finalised in November 2019.

 

Art Works - Tommy Malsawmzuala

 

Tommy Malsawmzuala, 5th sem, took some very basic art lessons for a couple of weeks when he was at school in New Delhi but is mostly self-taught. He says he enjoys doing portraits and some anime as well. He is presently Leader of the college Art Club and has been very helpful in assisting with designing banners and posters for college activities and functions.

Surroundings - K. Lalhlupuii

 

What good does it do,
To the girl you call names.
What good is in it,
To the guy you throw punches at.
All that remains
Is a desolate soul.

Does she still call you 'family'
After all those whiffs and sniffs?
Does he still call you 'boss'
When you abuse your own power?
All that is left
Is a person who feels dejected.

What would you do
If she left you one night
Painted bruises and cuts over her body.
Now closing her fragile heart forevermore,
She embraces your children
With the love you could not give.

Are they still calling you names?
Is your body aching?
Are you in pain?
Are you feeling ashamed?
Are you blaming yourself?
Do they hear you cry?
Are you tired of it all?

 
Know yet;
You are a person.
A person with dignity and respect.
A person who is meant to soar high,
Born with wings and starry eyes.

 

K. Lalhlupuii is our 5th semester student. She had never let on before that she writes poetry but she does - and how! Hoping to see more from you, Hlutei 

The Conversation of Gender Equality - Steven Ramthanmawia

 

What exactly is gender equality? Is it the equal access of resources regardless of gender? Or is it giving the other gender more advantages with no backlash or weight? Can there actually be perfect equality among the genders?

The 'feminism movement' started in the 15th century where women stood up and showcased rampant oppression of women, and till today new waves of female empowerment can be seen.

Due to lack of education and primal nature, society and people in general looked down upon women seeing them to just 'breed a child,’ 'take care of a family,’ they were not taken seriously which caused a lot of abuse, and having a daughter was unfavourable. This can be seen in all kinds of societies, even us Mizos have a handful of stories about abusive drunk dads who beat their wives and children, and when it comes to India there have been practices of child marriage where the parents find a partner for their child and get married by the time they are 'old enough' which leads them to get married to middle aged-old men who are often alcoholic or abusive in general. After going through all the hardships, if these men they married were to die early, these women would be seen as widows, and Indians being as superstitious as they are, see these widows as an omen bringing them bad luck, hence they would get incinerated along with their husbands.

Education plays an important role at how women are treated at present, but it sure is not in a perfect state especially when we look at the Middle East where the women have no rights to choosing their partners, domestic violence is high, there is discrimination in employment, healthcare, inequality in child custody, divorce, inheritance. Meanwhile us (Mizos) in a male dominated (patriarchal) society face little to no discrimination against women, in some cases due to religion the woman's family may not permit the girl to be with her man due to their differences.

When it comes to job opportunities, Mizoram actually has seats saved for women, and this is where the question of if they have an 'advantage' or 'equal access of resources' comes in, and why aren't there seats saved for men too? It's not like they got their position for free, or when it comes to being 'chivalric' or 'pasaltha' in our words is to give women seats at public places or transport, when it comes to wars the women and children are spared, when it comes to tragedies they are still the ones prioritized for safety.

The reason women worked less then is no question that they chose to be at home with the children and be a mother while the father worked, this has typically been the norm for a very long while. Again due to the emergence of education, women nowadays are working hard to be independent and have a head start before their marriage in order to avoid having financial hardships. This is becoming the social norm and a healthier approach to starting a family, realistically not all marriages work and it is horrible when the woman is left with nothing else.

The points elaborated above are to highlight that the perfect or ideal form of gender equality is impossible to be practised and I believe that women in our society are in a better place than at any time in our history. Then again this doesn't mean gender discrimination does not exist anymore or we should stop being open to new ideas. Rather implementation of better practices or of improving the system bit by bit will go a long way in getting to our ‘ideal' sense of society.

Steven Ramthanmawia is a 3rd semester student. He bagged third place and a cash prize of Rs 1000/- with this essay.

Just a Woman - Saihminghlui Sailo

 

They say that night brings out the demons,
And that home is your escape.
But what happens when my work
keeps me later than I anticipate?
Am I to be fearful of what lurks ahead?
Would calling a friend work instead?
I scan my environment consistently,
As they've been kidnapping women recently.
I see them watching, oh the misogyny.
Why won't a man make safe company.
Should I defend myself using my fist?
I can't, I'm small at the wrist.
Should I run or play their game?
Doesn't matter, both results in the same.

So you tell me one gender is superior over the other?
A stereotype;  furled and unbothered like any other.
We project and advocate intersectionality,
Because gender is not always our biggest identity.
And why should we have to fight for our rightful place?
In our own turf, where we were born and raised.
Racially profiled and stigmatized,
"Just a woman" is how I'm recognized.
They tell me that I'm soft and delicate,
Made of porcelain and easy to break.
Yes I may be a woman,
But first I'm also human.

So today I raise my voice,
It is for you to make the choice.
I suspire and ache for freedom,
Do you really need him?

Saihminghlui Sailo, also our 1st sem student, won the second prize for this poem at the Gender Equality Writing competition. She took home Rs 1500/- and a certificate for these fine lines.

Solidarity - Chawngthanmawia

 

No, saying "It has always been like this"
or "That's how it has always been"
aren't enough justifications
for millenia of injustice.

Patriarchy, patriarchy.
We shout. Often memed.
Stereotypes get flung around
from viral videos of rage.
Often, showing smug calmness
and emotional stability
feel like the gatekeepers of truth.
The ones who seem to make sense
rhetorically, with semantic wits.
Even birthing stances
such as anti-feminists.
These stereotypes and prejudices
are diverting the conversation.
A conversation deeply needed.

Political equality was the first wave
Socio-economic equality was the second wave.
And the rights ignored by the second wave
was focused on the third wave.
Intersectionality, a closer look with race
and other factors being focused on.
And finally, the fourth wave -
empowerment of women, digital feminism.
And none should be dismissed
since they are fights not won
but slowly pushed.

Backlash happens, and the fights won
they get stripped bit by bit.
Some even consider it a slur, a bad word
an insult to call someone.
Equality is radical indeed
when the status quo has inherited injustice.

Feminists and their aim
of gender equality;
is indeed noble.
And being ascribed a male at birth
we often have to acknowledge
how systems of patriarchy
have been an obstacle for women.
Speaking as a man
I'd rather an equal competition
than the folly of old patriarchy.
I see feminists as comrades,
progressives working on improving society
and tackle the ignorance which birthed
the status quo we wish to dismantle someday.
Freedom is merely privilege extended
unless enjoyed by one and all.

Chawngthanmawia is our 1st sem student, and this was his prize winning entry at the recent Gender Equality Writing Competition, which earned him a cash prize of Rs. 2000/- and a certificate. 

Programme on Gender Equality

On Friday, the 12th February 2021, the Dept. organised a programme on Gender Equality. With the govt. of Mizoram still placing fairly strict restrictions on the number of people assembling together, it was decided to make it an Essay/Poetry Writing Competition open to English Elective and Core students in all the 1st, 3rd and 5th semesters. The student participants then read/presented their entries at a small gathering at the college conference hall. 

                                          Programme on Gender Equality

                                            (Essay/Poetry Writing Competition)

                                                  Date: 12th February 2021
                                           Time: 11.30 a.m.
                                           Venue: College Conference Hall

                         Chairperson: Dr. Lalthansangi Fanai

                              Readings:
                                             1. PC Lalduhawmi, 1^st sem
                                            2. Moses Rampuia, 3^rd Sem
                                            3. Ruma Roy, 1^st Sem
                                            4. Daniel Lalrinawma, 1^st Sem
                                            5. Steven Ramthanmawia, 3^rd Sem
                                            6. K. Lalhlupuii, 5^th Sem
                                            7. Vanlalhruaii Khawlhring, 3rd Sem

                              Solo: Joseph Lalmuanpuia, 1st sem, Political Sc Core

                              Readings:
                                              8. Manuara Begum, 1^st Sem
                                              9. Mercy Ngursangi, 5^th Sem
                                             10. Chawngthanmawia, 1^st Sem
                                             11.  Abel Rinzova, 3^rd Sem
                                             12. Saihminghluii Sailo, 1^st Sem
                                             13. Lalremsiama, 3^rd Sem
                                             14. Raphael Lalruatfela, 3^rd Sem (absent)

                             Solo: Fabiana Malsawmtluangi, 1st sem, Hindi Core
                             Prize Distribution
                             Refreshments

                
  The winners were

  First: Chawngthanmawia, 1st Sem. for his poem "Solidarity"
  Second: Saihminghlui Sailo, 1st Sem. for her poem "Just a Woman"
  Third: Steven Ramthanmawia, 3rd Sem. for his essay "The Conversation of Gender Equality"

 
The prize winning poems and essay, as well as a number of other entries will be posted on this blog over the coming days.

All the participants were presented with certificates of appreciation, and the Dept. plans to compile all the entries for documentation purposes.