we didn't start the fire
Jan. 16th, 2009 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I watched a horrible play yesterday. Do you realise how hard it is to giggle without actually making any noise? I want two and half hours of my life BACK.
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If you follow
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deepad's post now: I Didn't Dream of Dragons. I found myself nodding along and simultaneously feel very grateful about my cultural background and think of my own bilingual angst, about which I will probably post something soon (when I have time to sit down and write).
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Date: 2009-01-16 07:19 am (UTC)And I would like very much to read about your bilingual angst!
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Date: 2009-01-16 07:44 am (UTC)I try not to be very emo about it, because it usually comes across as privileged little girl complaining about how hard her life is, but then there are posts like this. *g* It's not that I didn't grow up reading books in Indian languages (in that way my experience is very different from hers) - I did, because my family ensured that I do and my cultural background made it possible for my family to ensure that I did not miss out on these things (and people wonder why we are so smug about ourselves!). But then there are these inevitable issues, like dragons. Or fairies.
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Date: 2009-01-16 08:12 am (UTC)A good friend of mine is actually illiterate in his native language: thanks to the vagaries of postcolonial politics in his home country, he can *only* read and write in English. I was amazed when I learned that.
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Date: 2009-01-16 08:34 am (UTC)Um. I know people like that. Or people who can read or write in their mother tongue, but not very well. The other day I was telling
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Date: 2009-01-16 09:01 am (UTC)Now, my friend's situation is also complicated because he was an ethnic minority (Chinese in Malaysia), but that only highlights the complications of the colonial legacy even more.
The whole subject fascinates me.
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Date: 2009-01-16 09:19 am (UTC)One of my favourite ways of teasing my friend A. is asking her the meaning of a random Bengali word. She often claims that we make them up (we do, at times, but not always).
It's not very funny when you think about it, though.
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Date: 2009-01-16 06:42 pm (UTC)Heh, me and my siblings are Those People, while my uncles and aunts all made sure my cousins were completely bilingual. It's... interesting when we get together because you know there are some issues of cultural superiority at play. :P
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Date: 2009-01-19 04:47 am (UTC)Guilty.
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Date: 2009-01-16 08:38 am (UTC)And now that I think about it, I may not sound emo to you, but for a significant number of people in my country to whom my familiarity with the English language is something to aspire towards? Very much a privileged little girl complaining about how hard her life is, while reaping the benefits of the same.
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Date: 2009-01-19 04:08 am (UTC)You do realise that you just broke my brain? Cannot. compute. ARGH. *facepalm*
Although, the Professor Shonku books are very slashy, if you think about it.
Also, it's a pleasure to meet a fellow Bengali on LJ! My family is also from East Bengal, actually - they moved in 1947. *g*
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:54 am (UTC)The sexlessness of Bengali children's literature is worth a post on its own; it has its upsides and its downsides. One of its upsides is that until recently, middle class Bengali children didn't enter the whirlpool of sexual competition and rivalry until they left high school. I speak as someone who did enter that vortex when I was a teenager, in the nineties, and was nearly destroyed by body-image disorder and self-loathing.
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Date: 2009-01-20 09:05 am (UTC)The sexlessness of Bengali children's literature is worth a post on its own; it has its upsides and its downsides.
Oh, oh, oh! Another topic very close to my heart! I see the downsides more often, I'm afraid. Bengali children's literature is curiously sexless and *girl-less*, because women are sexual subjects, and *only* sexual subjects, and little girls are worthy of being the topic only of 'social message' fiction (like, you know, stories about marriage and sati and dowry and so on) - because those are the only stories that can be told about women, because women are awesome heroines (and let me digress to express my complete and undying love for the many fabulous women in our texts) who can suffer and cry and die (so that their men can reflect and react). Because the sexless world of the boy hero and the asexual image of the macho Feluda are a part of a world where the man is self-sufficient and awesome, and women are present as annoying little sisters and distant parental figures and never, ever *people*, with individual subjectivities (which is why Byomkesh Bakshi is awesome). Because it is a part of the fantasy of the brahmachari/vagabond (baundule is a better word) hero, while the woman is defined in terms of home and nurturing and Mother Earth. And I will shut up now, because I'm rambling incoherently at this point.
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Date: 2009-01-20 11:09 am (UTC)That your irises were mirrors
reflecting me at twice my size
but I am not Medusa that I can blind your eyes.
That your lips were an angel's
singing of me to the sky
but I am not Helen
that I can make you lie.
That your spirit was a djinn's
granting my desire
but I have no lamp
that I can contain your fire.
I hold a picture of Suchitra Sen
when will I fit into that frame, when?
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:25 pm (UTC)I still need to reply to your comments. Don't let me forget! Hee. ♥