Assam 2009 - Posoowa
Assam 2009 - Posoowa
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(One)<br />
She sometimes thought, she was<br />
becoming unfit for this world. Too<br />
much of sensitivity and emotion had<br />
turned her into an ice doll that would<br />
melt away one day. Before her eyes<br />
everyone was racing away, getting<br />
ahead... and a mute spectator to that<br />
competitive race was an ice doll, one<br />
that was melted by floods of<br />
meaningless sentiments and<br />
unnecessary emotions. One day the<br />
sunset in the Brahmaputra had made<br />
teardrops fall.... one day waking up at<br />
midnight she saw the moonlight<br />
through the window on the first floor<br />
of her dormitory. That enchantment<br />
too had moistened the pillow.... One<br />
December morning the sight of thick<br />
patches of fog had caused a relentless<br />
flow of tears...No one could ever assert<br />
her rights in this manner.<br />
An individual like she could carry a<br />
smile on the face along with silent tears<br />
and suppressed screams. Even now she<br />
was smiling. But she had not succeeded<br />
in expressing her own thoughts and<br />
senses. “Arre baba, you are very<br />
gorgeous. Just a few adjustments and<br />
you’ll become a super model,” Jish said<br />
encouragingly. Jish was Jishnu, from<br />
Dhemaji. Having learnt photography<br />
outside <strong>Assam</strong>, he had now opened a<br />
studio in Guwahati. Various<br />
newspapers and magazines carried his<br />
photographs.<br />
Hearing Jishnu, Nira tapped lightly on<br />
the table: “Why can’t you do it, Kis<br />
How many girls have the height and<br />
figure that you have I am not at all<br />
exaggerating.”<br />
She did not know...she did not know<br />
many things. She did not know about<br />
Naomi Campbell, Ritu Beri. Cupid’s<br />
bow, jaw bones...all these phrases she<br />
had heard from them. They wouldn’t<br />
let her go, they wanted to turn her into<br />
10<br />
Roots beckon<br />
by Monalisa Saikia<br />
a model. That too, like Naomi<br />
Campbell. They wanted to change her<br />
name. They would teach her everything<br />
else – walking on the ramp, how to talk<br />
... everything. She got annoyed<br />
sometimes.<br />
“Look Kis, listen to me...”<br />
“Nira, my name is Krishnangi...<br />
Krishnangi Gohain. Why you address<br />
me as Kis I don’t....” she said in a<br />
complaining tone.<br />
“Out of affection, Kis, affection. Like I<br />
address Jish or Aadi.” Nira looked at<br />
Aditya, who smiled. Once they used to<br />
address him as Putala (doll). She still<br />
calls him Putala. She could accept the<br />
change in Nira and Jishnu, but not in<br />
Putala. Did he too want her that way<br />
“Nira is right, Kis. There’s no point in<br />
hesitating now. You’ll see how your<br />
career takes off.”<br />
She looked into Putala’s eyes. After<br />
looking at them she could say nothing,<br />
let alone protest. For many years now<br />
she had been waiting to go deep into<br />
those eyes.<br />
(2)<br />
They, that is, she, Nira, Jishnu and<br />
Putala had studied together at Cotton<br />
College. Putala hailed from<br />
Jamugurihat, Jishnu and Nira from<br />
Dhemaji; and she was from Sivasagar.<br />
They majored in English. They used to<br />
always stick together – at freshmen<br />
meets, farewell meetings, Saraswati<br />
Puja at the dormitories, college week.<br />
They would hang out at Mahamaya at<br />
Panbazar and have tea and snacks. The<br />
others would give her an extra sweet...<br />
“Eat Krishna, develop some flesh. Or<br />
else the wind from the Brahmaputra<br />
will blow you away to some far-off<br />
place.”<br />
Jishnu used to be always annoyed with<br />
her. How could she do well in her<br />
studies with such a lean and thin<br />
physique! They would buy her butter,<br />
ghee, and cashew nut. Jishnu had a<br />
small camera that he had gotten from<br />
his elder brother. He would take<br />
photographs of the fishing boats on the<br />
river in the hazy light, the bare trees<br />
during the month of Phagun, the wintry<br />
fog, the birds flying in the distant<br />
horizon that appeared as small dots.<br />
Aditya would recite poems.<br />
Navakanta’s poems were his favorite –<br />
Do you remember the poet in the rainy<br />
night, Arundhati They would listen<br />
attentively as he recited in his sonorous<br />
voice. They would walk along the ferry<br />
dock at Uzanbazar up to the hill near<br />
Raj Bhavan. In the summer evenings<br />
the wind blowing in from the river<br />
would dishevel Nira’s long loose hair.<br />
As Jishnu’s camera sprang to life at the<br />
sight of the ‘classic beauty’ and clicked,<br />
Aditya would say: “Beautiful, just like<br />
Sunil Gangopadhyay’s Nira.”<br />
Nira, Nira Pegu. This Mising girl used<br />
to be a special person in the entire<br />
college because of her long dark hair,<br />
because of her colorful mekhelachadar.<br />
Seeing her dresses Indrani<br />
Maam would often say to her: “Do bring<br />
me a black dress, please. Your dresses<br />
are so beautiful. Who weaves them for<br />
you”<br />
“My mother,” Nira would say and her<br />
small eyes would twinkle. Once during<br />
the Puja holidays she brought two sets<br />
of mekhela-chadar. One set was black<br />
with flowery patterns of different colors<br />
and the other was green. She gave the<br />
black set to Madam Indrani and the<br />
green one to her. “Hey Blackie, you like<br />
green, don’t you! This is for you from<br />
my mother. You know what, it is easy<br />
to fool you people. Our womenfolk<br />
have boxes full of such dresses.”<br />
She was really beside herself with joy<br />
receiving the green dress. She wore it<br />
to the function at the end of the college<br />
week. Putala sat near her throughout.<br />
“Please Krishna, let’s go outside.<br />
There’s such a bright moonlight.” They<br />
came out of the auditorium.<br />
Enchantment had engulfed the church<br />
at Panbazar, the Dighalipukhuri,<br />
Curzon Hall, Nehru Park... everything.<br />
Putala teased her: “You look like a<br />
dream princess in that green dress.” She<br />
POSOOWA • June <strong>2009</strong>