Dehantaram (Metamorphosis of Body) Savithri Rajeevan I was born with a body but immediately upon being born it slipped out of my uncle’s grip rose up high in the sky and became a disembodied voice.Yet that body that didn’t know a body went about in the world eating stolen butter in childhood and dressing up in women’s attire in youth. Incarnated on earth as lover and mother. Asan’s book of poems taught it that one could roll about in the wind without a body and wander about in the forest unmindful of the body. Preceptors made it believe that it could survive upon the earth as a butter-soft body and a pair of long, wide eyes without a body really in the body Grandmas maintained that it was possible to exist without a body merely as a soul or ghost or illusion like the yakshi atop the palmyra. Thus roosting on clouds and poems and migrating into the Virgin Mary’s statue and turning into plaintiff in the courtyard of the school of spirituality 1 and as defendant between Lakshmanarekhas it existed. That is why I failed to notice my body I failed to look at my body till my Gama arrived traversing the ocean intent on sighting land. Long ago in history Vasco da Gama came and engraved in sand the name that the waves couldn’t erase. Like India got a map I got a body. The sailor taught me that there is an ocean in the body rising waves are there man made ships voyage across it rainbow colours and skies reflect in it and conflicts and amours shimmer upon it Yet which hitherto undiscovered continent is my body? This body? Tr.A.J.Thomas.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 04:02:25 +0000
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