Zoomkawala Sahab

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A couplet by Ahmad Faraz, one of the poets that occupied a prominent place on his bookshelf.
Translation:
A dream that took all of life’s dreams
A flood of sleep takes that dream away

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His most oft-cited Persian verse from Saadi. It speaks of the humility of the raindrop when it meets the expanse of the ocean.

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One of his poems from 2002. The only thing that could outweigh his wit was the exhortation to hear out his poetry. And everyone complied.

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I took this picture of him, from the mid-70’s, with my very first camera.

Mohammad Zoomkawala
Educator, Poet, Dad.
June 19, 1932 – March 24, 2016

I want to miss out on the poem

I want to miss out on the poem that is dreadnight, the cull of the swan seeking warm headwinds, the primacy of the wind and the clamor of demons sticking around to see if the poem makes it through its dreadnight. I want to miss the cull of the swan, the flavor of the wind that stammers and bellows, the pirate acknowledgment, the filial paternalism. I want to miss the primacy of the wind that lulls the banal. I want to miss out on the poem that is dreadnight.

in retreat

that the broken
    vale
    stutters its utter 

malignancy in retreat, that water
    is now
    nice - politeness

in retreat, that summer
    winds
    down - not in

advance, that
    your
    afterlife is

measurable in loveless
    hymn-
    that too in

defeat, that quote
    from
    ghalib - in
defeat, that rote missive and yesterday missing its yesterday.

thought-act of praxis

the act which sets you free is a guest
remembering, formatting, cementing,

decelerating the accidents of rhyme; this
act of need, of kind, of truce, a kind of

thought – the thought that binds the act
and feel – the river and skin and word; the

act that binds the small, the worm and
thin and hurt, the will of all and naught.

The subaltern is credible – Vientiane, Laos Feb 2016

Work took me to Vientiane, Laos, recently (the last week of February 2016). In mid 2013, I had written a first impression piece on Muscat. This time, I thought of writing one with a power critique informing the first time visitor.

The external oppression – context
The local news was abuzz with renewed US business-related activity (Obama is coming in September) as Laos takes over the chairmanship of ASEAN this year. Although a communist country since 1975, Laos has no qualms in opening itself up to the wondrous creed of the neoliberal. A Thai consultant remarked that about 15 years ago, all he could see on the streets of Vientiane were the tuk-tuks, but now you see cars and motorbikes all over the place. Increasing Chinese foreign investment is making Vietnam, a long time Laotian benefactor, edgy. Hence the surge in US pivot-al interest. There is even talk of the US taking some responsibility in cleaning up the unexploded bombs – two million tons dropped during the secret war of 1964-73, the most heavily bombed per capita nation ever. How power revels in the forgetfulness of the powerless!

The embedded oppressor – subtext
I work with government departments (statistics and IT) in mostly African and Middle Eastern states. Strengthening the public sector – where providing service to people is part of the mandate by definition – is the only redemption for a consultant who sensibilities have been blighted; otherwise the larger aims of the agencies we work for either dovetail with the neoliberal program, or at the very least never challenged.

A salient fact, not highlighted enough, is that despite the high capability of local staff (esp. here in Laos where at the IT department of the ministry I learned a few new things from the staff), the dependence on the external, international consultant subordinates and even mutes the local voice. When I ask about their requirements, the response is something along the lines of, “what do you think?”

The international consultant is thus a modern iteration of the white saviour, and this realization, that our work is part of the oppressive fabric, is an uncomfortable one.

Government folk tend to be much more open to outsiders than given credit for. This is true wherever I have been, and Laos is no exception. On top of that, you get the much publicized mildness Рhowever much of a tourist clich̩ Рof the East Asian. This bit of humanity is consolation in face of the thin redemptive possibilities and uncomfortable truths that hound the work of a development consultant.

The subaltern is credible – text

The subaltern is credible
   with salt in its teeth

with humor in the tummy of
   its riverside birth its

calm solubility and harmless
   want is weak is water is

standing with the whalemouth
   reeking of the hull and

counterpoint will it will?

The token pic
I took this one on the first day as I was walking by the Mekong river taking in the novelty. The kids clicked here betray none of the famed docility. The tropes of the past stand once again to be revised.
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