The BS Column: Kamala Das, Madhavikutty, Suraiya (1934-2009)

(Published in the Business Standard, June 2, 2009)
“Belong, cried the categorizers. Don’t sit
On walls or peep in through our lace-draped windows.
Be Amy, or be Kamala. Or better
Still, be Madhavikutty. It is time to
Choose a name, a role. “

(‘An Introduction’, Kamala Das)

A name, a role, a religion, a language: all her life, Kamala Das questioned and rejected belonging even as she longed for it. By the time of her death this weekend, 75 and still settling into an identity, Kamala Das stood for certain things in the public imagination: she was the short story writer, the woman who wrote of sexuality with a freedom unthinkable for the times, and then retreated into purdah, an apostate turned convert who rejected Krishna for Islam.

(* A reader, Fr.Vayalil Joseph Joy, writes in to clarify that Kamala Das never rejected Krishna for Islam: “Love for Krishna, I feel, was always a part of her life., though we donot know how or whether she could reconcile this with her new faith.”)

Few of this generation’s women writers know her as more than a name—sometimes a caricature—and to some extent, Kamala Das left behind a mixed legacy, too much rubbish thrown in with the good stuff. Those who read in English knew her chiefly as a poet, and she could be a very acute one; but she was also overly prolific, and many of her poems suffer from a lack of revision. She was far more interested in capturing the perfect emotion than the perfect line.

Those who read in Malayalam knew her as a short story writer whose work reflected the frustrations of a generation of women who were just beginning to question marriage and the domestic life, just beginning to embrace their own sexuality and need for freedom. Many knew her only by her autobiography, published as My Story, which was an often intense, often rambling account of her loves, her writing, her need for something larger than the world of tradition and the hearth.

‘….No, not for me the beguiling promise of
domestic bliss, the goodnight kiss, the weekly
letter that begins with the word dearest,
Not for me the hollowness of marital vows and
the loneliness of a double bed, where someone
lies dreaming of another mate, a woman perhaps
lustier than his own….’

(‘Annamalai Poems’, Kamala Das)

Kamala Das grew up in a house where literature and writing was the order of the day—her great-uncle was a writer, her mother, Nalapatt Balamani Amma, was a respected poet, and her father was the managing editor of Matrubhumi. She wrote as a child, but only began to write professionally after marriage and motherhood. Her views were shocking in that time, her frankness about female desire revelatory and unsettling.

‘….Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers….’
(‘The Looking Glass’, Kamala Das)

Today, it’s hard to see the impact that lines of these would have had for a previous generation. Writers like Catherine Millet (The Sexual Life of Catherine M) and Charlotte Roche (Wetlands) now examine their sexual history in detailed laundry lists that leave nothing, from haemorrhoids to orgies as meticulously planned as a 19th century tea party, to the imagination. But for women—and men—trapped in a multitude of roles that stressed the centrality of the family, Kamala Das’ passionate evocation of desire, her demand that women be given lives, and rooms, of their own, was revolutionary.

‘….Purdah is a kind of safety.
The body finds a place to hide.
The cloth fans out against the skin
Much like the earth that falls
on coffins after they put the dead men in….’

(‘Purdah I’, Imtiaz Dharker)

In her sixties, Kamala Das, who had once written with deep feeling about the Radha-Krishna relationship, discovered a need for subjugation, a turning away from the freedom she had so often longed for and fought for.* Her conversion to Islam created yet another identity for her; as Suraiyya, she abjured many of the things that had defined her as a writer. Hindus, especially the liberal fold, were shocked at this late-life change of faith. Nor did it please those who had studied Islam in depth and felt that Kamala Das/ Suraiyya had woefully misunderstood the faith.

Kamala Das had become, she said in an interview, a “puritan in all senses”; but the purdah she embraced so eagerly was deconstructed by another poet, Imtiaz Dharker, in the lines quoted above. Dharker was writing in general terms, but in many ways, she captured what Kamala Das was seeking—a place to hide, a kind of safety after the years of rebellion. In the process, Kamala Das lost the ability to define herself, except in the most fluid terms—she would remain, to the end, a seeker who never quite knew what she was looking for.

(P.S. That’s a drawing by Imtiaz Dharker at the top of the post. I like her work a lot, and hope she doesn’t mind my using it.)





5 responses to “The BS Column: Kamala Das, Madhavikutty, Suraiya (1934-2009)”

  1. Salil Avatar

    Purdah – in this piece. You are right in raising the ambiguous fate of reading Kamala Das – her raising things left unsaid earlier, but in a way that might make one feel she could have phrased it differently, and better….

  2. Salil Avatar

    Oops, sorry…. part of the response got messed up…. Saying it again (should have followed your advice, re Das!)You are right in raising the ambiguous fate of reading Kamala Das – her raising things left unsaid earlier, but in a way that might make one feel she could have phrased it differently, and better… And so good to see Purdah being invoked – it is one of my favourite collections….

  3. Shabsblog Avatar

    Hi,Your reflections made a good reading, my heart also goes out to her mental anguish and dilemmas, her demise is indeed a loss for the literary world………

  4. Nilanjana Avatar

    @shabs: thanks for stopping by@Salil: I'm glad you liked the Purdah quote–I'm a major Dharker fan, it's odd how poets often seem to continue this conversation with each other across the generations. (Kolatkar-Ezekiel-Jeet Thayil, Kamala Das-Imtiaz Dharker and several others). Imtiaz stands out for me because she polishes each piece, whereas Kamala Das was a great believer in getting it down, getting it done, and not worrying too much about posterity or perfection.

  5. Salil Avatar

    I reviewed Purdah when it came out, for India Today. And knew Imtiaz reasonably well on the Bombay party circuit. Interviewed her a couple times for other stories, then lost touch. Purdah is an under-recognised collection of poems from that time, IMHO.

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