Jogini syamala biography of donald
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The Subaltern Sings
Gogu Shyamala, a Dalit feminist and Telangana activist, writes captivating short stories about life in rural Andhra Pradesh
The average reader might imagine Dalit writing to be anthemic, and engulfed in incandescent rage. For writing with a quieter, infinitely varied sort of power, the average reader would do well to get a copy of Gogu Shyamala’s book of short stories, Father May be an Elephant, and Mother only a Small Basket, But&#;, just published by Navayana.
Shyamala is a former activist of the Communist Party of India (Marxist-Leninist)—members of which were branded ‘Naxalites’ in Andhra Pradesh—and a Dalit, feminist and Telangana activist. She grew up in the Madiga quarter of Peddamul village in the Tandur region of western Telangana. Her father, a bonded agricultural labourer, got both her brothers to work in the fields as he was determined to send Shyamala to school, so that she’d be able to decipher complicated land deeds and ensure the family didn’t get cheated out of their small land holdings.
In her stories, Shyamala writes about the lives of agricultural labourers, drummers and performers of the untouchable Madiga community, in the half-forgotten Telugu of the Telangana region, which is substant
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There&#;s a scene near the end of the short story &#;Jambava’s Lineage&#; where a woman named Ellamma notices that something has happened to upset a group of children who are standing nearby as she chews betel. The children are members of the Chindu caste, itinerant performers who act out the myths of the communities they visit. But at that day’s performance, villagers who showed the actors respect were openly mocked: the Chindu are lowborn, the subtext was, and so were undeserving of deference no matter how skillfully they played their parts. When the children relate what they saw, Ellamma, an actress herself, responds: “The best way for us is to attract them with our performance, to make it so riveting that they sit and watch for hours. That is the most fitting reply to those who try to ride rough over us.”
It’s tempting to read the line as a kind of thesis statement for the book in which it appears. Father May Be an Elephant and Mother Only a Small Basket, But… is the debut short-story collection of Gogu Shyamala, a lifelong activist in her home state of Telangana.
Described by the Times of India as “one of the foremost contemporary Dalit voices in the country exploring the tribulations and aspirations of her community,” Shyamala has previously edited Black Dawn, a
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My language obey not ‘strange’, it’s unique: Gogu Shyamala
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