18 December 2009

Oh Baby, It’s Frigid Outside!

prairie-snow-fallTemperatures in Calgary were no different than those experienced in the Arctic Circle today. At its worst, the mercury plunged to -31C today morning without wind chill. Edmonton, hardly 3-hr-drive from here, was reported to be the coldest place in North America yesterday, according to the Weather Channel, at one point the frostiest in the world with the wind chill of -58.4C.
 
I live in northern Prairies, and for me yesterday was a horrible day.
 

snow-fall-prairie


 
I was trapped in my chamber for 72 hours, never being able to see outside world.
It was a very bad weather. Snowy typhoons blowing and howling with the sound of a wolf. At 10:30 night, I tried to go out. I had nothing to eat at home. Fit into my winter jackets, I walked toward 7/11 to get a can of milk and a pack of ‘wonder bread.’
 
Oh, it was frightening. The wind brings the chill of the Arctic through the Prairie-wilderness and breaks my spirit. I see the snow dunes formed by the blowing wind.
 

snow-covered-prairie


 
I walked into the virgin snow. It was a surrealist feel. But I couldn't pull my leg out, snow filling socks and shoes. I tried to feel my leg. I have no leg. I walked a frozen walking with someone's legs.
 
I struggled to reach the apartment, cold and breathless, with none at home to share my feelings.
 
I went straight to the oven to get warmed. I wheeze an asthmatic cough, an asthmatic cough of my loneliness, an asthmatic cough of sadness, desperately losing my homeland.
 
Though scared, I meditated upon this life chance to take to my heart’s hidden picture gallery, only to open in India when I retire, or open at the time of my death, to have a cool, white presence of an angel, instead of a fierce Satan.
 
Alberta is an energy province of Canada. With all multinational and national petroleum companies operating in Alberta , Canada is growing into an energy superpower and is the largest single exporter of crude oil to the U.S.
 
There are hundreds of Malayali families settled in Alberta province.
 
 

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11 December 2009

സ്ട്രോബറികള്‍ പൂക്കുമ്പോള്‍

strawberrySome of the best contemporary writings by Asian immigrants are about subtle culture of clashes they experience in their life in the immigrated land. They produce fictions and non-fictions populated by characters with feet in two different worlds. They tell intergenerational estrangement of communities and write that in the heart all are insider - outsiders in their own way.
 

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സ്ട്രോബറികള്‍ പൂക്കുമ്പോള്‍ - (Malayalam)
- By Nirmala Thomas
 
Green Books of India
108 pages
Rs 75
Non-Fiction
 
Reviewd by Azeez Calgary
 
Hi Malayalis, Canadian Malayalis, aspiring immigrants, here’s a book I would love to recommend you to read.
 
Deliciously titled with a tantalizing picture, strawberikal pookkumbol gives a comfortable reading.
 
Grown up in Kerala but lived in Hamilton for a large part of her adult life, Nirmala, a computer analyst by profession, and author of three books( (1) ആദ്യത്തെ പത്ത് (2) നിങ്ങള്‍ എന്നെ ഫെമിനിസ്റ്റാക്കി (3) സ്ട്രോബറികള്‍ പൂക്കുമ്പോള്‍, shares her knowledge, concerns, joys, dreams, sorrows and experience.
 
Her life is intertwined socially, culturally and politically with dual experiences of two continents, and she wonders what’s left behind if she separates her Malayali from Canadian and vice versa. This estrangement, feeling of with-them-but-not-with-them, otherness while at the mainstream, viewed through the lens of a mother of two second generation kids is the main focus of this book.
 
She writes about Canada, a land of ice, polar bears, and mountains of ice tower above mountains of rock. She writes from a country that inspires mixed metaphors; writes about a country of harsh land, tornados, hails ,long and bitter cold winters .
 
She also writes enchantingly about പൂക്കളുടെ പുനരുദ്ധാനം ,കിളികളും പൂക്കളും അണ്ണാര ക്കണ്ണമ്മാരും, ജലച്ചാര്ത്തു കളുടെ മര്‍മ്മങ്ങള്‍, വര്ണ്ണ പകിട്ടുള്ള ശരത് കാലം, കമണ്ഠലു ക്കാലം, ശിശിരത്തിലെ ക്രിസ്മസ്.
 
This book has three parts, the first is ചരിത്രം, ഭൂമി ശാസ്ത്രം, രാഷ്ട്രീയം. It tells about Canadian geography, its provinces, peoples, and about the life of Malayalis in Canada and how they fuse together irrespective of religious denominations.
 
This part is a worthwhile primer for readers unfamiliar with Canada and its history, geography, weather and culture.
 
 
Part 2
 
കനേഡിയന്‍ ദിനസരികള്‍ is a compilation of 13 articles and part 3 പ്രവാസിയുടെ കാല്പാടുകള്‍ has two articles. She picks at random some of her daily life’s moments and unveils its sweetness and sourness.
 
വെളുവെളുത്ത ജനുവരി is a month of sorrow for Canadians; Not just because it brings mounting credit card bills to all gift - giver Santas. It is a month of a terrible winter, blast of wind cold enough to freeze even a maple tree. The ground is dead. No images of life. We can hear the molecules in the earth slow down as the temperature drops to minus 40; wind makes a howling sound; the earth is a frozen solid sheet and roads icy liquid highways. Gloomy nature leads us to anxiety and depression.
 
But Nirmala amuses: എന്തായാലും മഞ്ഞിന് ഒരു മാസ്മരിക സൌന്ദര്യമുണ്ട് മഞ്ഞു മൂടിയ ഇലയില്ലാ മരങ്ങള്ക്കും ചെടികള്ക്കും പ്രത്യേക ഭംഗിയാണ്‌. ചില മര കൊമ്പുകള്‍ വെളുപ്പു മൂടി വധുവിനെ പ്പോലെ തല കുനിച്ചു നില്ക്കുന്നത് കാണാം .
 
School children and their teachers welcome this period of heavy snow fall as it brings them holidays. But not this working woman, so she asks : കള്ള വാധ്യാരത്തികളെ എത്ര മെഴുകുതിരി കത്തിച്ചു.
 
Now we wait for the summer; life reverberates on branches for green leaves; small blooms opening eyes; thick layer of ice melts and little snow smiles. Now we smell spring as birds sing and sun nourishes with warmth of love and life.
 
All other articles in this part are very beautiful.
 
She writes without pretension. She writes with the innocence of word as a tool, incorporates images, and precipitates the same emotion.
 
This book is presented by the author to unni and kunjunni. she unfolds her story in the shade of this unnis. It is hard for her to think anything more universal than family, home and unnis.
 
Children are her very purpose of existence, they are her solace: അമ്മമാരുടെ വേരുകളില്‍ നിന്ന് അകന്നു പോന്ന പുതു ജീവിതം എനിക്ക് സഹ്യ മായിരിക്കുന്നത് ഉണ്ണികളുടെ സാന്നിധ്യ ത്തിലാണ് .
 
Nirmala seems to possess boundless affection for her kids. She writes a lot about the wit of her kids, their naughty acts, their jokes, doubts, stages of growth, the school news they bring in, their small demands, their talents etc. May be because I am not a mother, I feel it too much, repetitive and, boring. In fact, many chapters of this book contain her unni puranam and I fear the book sometimes turns to a memoir.
 
Our immigrant kids are living with two heads. We are dumping their heads with the double load of the east and the west. Child is struggling to balance his internals and externals. He is struggling to satisfy his mother’s culture, which has no meaning for a second generation kid, and adapt to his living culture. This is a torture met by all immigrant second generation kids.
 
Aqsa of Missisauga has to wear hijab in her house. She takes an additional set of long sleeves when she returns from school. But she likes to tan her hair, tattoo, not to wear hijab, to wear shorts, to date and to spend weekends with boys.
 
How far can an immigrant parent allow this? And we hear Muhammed Parvez, the father, calling the police : sir, I killed my daughter.
 
Oh my god, who is wrong?
 
We are a society of victims. Every child is a stranger at home and in his society.
 
Not all immigrant mothers are fortunate as this mother. We have so many cases of substance abuse, alcohol , sex, depression, obsession, compulsive gambling and family violence.
 
Behavioural scientists, psychologists and child counsellors further torture the kids by finding big names for their problems. They say the child suffers from : Multiple Personality Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Credit card Dependency Syndrome, Dysfunctional families Syndrome!
 
No counsellor, no psychologist can undo this. Life is much too complex to be understood by diagnosis. This cannot be cured by prescription drugs.
 
Multinational companies are developing models of kids’ adaptation. They introduce new math for measuring the happiness and goodness of kid’s life. They teach that the negative destructive energy can be overcome by positive energy and advise children to indulge in video gaming, wrestling, love, soccer and encourage to go for skiing, run for type 2 diabetics, run nude for breast cancer, jog for MS(multiple sclerosis ) eat broccoli and finally relax with a coke.
 
The reading of ഒഴിവു കാലത്തിന്റെ ആഹ്ലാദം at page 65 and 66 is an emotional reading. To me, that’s the most striking paragraph of this book. The situation is mother bringing her unnis to ‘their’ motherland.
 
കടിയും കരച്ചിലുമായി കയ്യും കാലും നിറയെ നെയ്യപ്പം വിളയുമ്പോള്‍ ഉണ്ണിക്കു സങ്കടം വരും.
നമുക്ക് നമ്മുടെ വീട്ടില്‍ പോകാം
നമ്മുടെ വീട് ഭൂഖണ്ടത്തിന്റെ മറ്റേ പുറത്തു കടിയും നീറ്റലുമില്ലാതെ ചൂടും തണുപ്പും ക്രമീകരിച്ചു...
അവിടെ ഇരിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ അച്ഛനുമമ്മക്കും മനസ്സിനൊരു ക‌ട‌ച്ചിലാണു
നമുക്ക് നമ്മുടെ നാട്ടില്‍ പോകാം
പോവാമല്ലോ രണ്ടാഴ്ചക്കകം
വേണ്ട ഇപ്പോള്‍ തന്നെ
ചൂടുള്ള കണ്ണീര്‍ തോളില് വീഴുമ്പോള്‍ നെഞ്ചുരുകി പ്പോകും
 
If I have to choose the most interesting chapter of this book, umm... yeah, its എനിക്കുമൊരു പൂങ്കാവനം.
 
Its mystic. Like a sufi writing, she reveals the dream of a never revealed flower.
 
Now a few quibbles :
 
Repetitive ideas makes reading boring.
Too much anatomical details of strawberry and Tim coffee.
Undefined pronouns and broken structures:
Forgetfulness of the writing premise:
A reader severs his emotional attachment to the writer when the writer addresses some person other than the reader.
 
Nirmala has a lucid style. Her language is relaxing and witty. She never loses her cool. Flashes of wit appear with right choices of phrases.
 
At the end of the reading, a reader cannot close this book without raising a deep question of his identity: who am I, a Malayali, a Canadian, both or none? Or is our life a false trial, a Kafkaesque fantasy?
 
(Blog of Nirmala Thomas)
 
 
 
 

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