I would often hear of the controversies that followed an author's book or a painter's work.The one related to Hussain's exile had effected me the most. I had started to understand that there are and there will be people who shall not respect your work; for they will interpret it in there own ways, as in the way they are made. Certain things are innate. You can't escape them. So, its not their fault if they can't reach your art and misinterpret it leading to strange and sometimes disgusting responses.
So, when this ageing 91-year-old man was left wandering in the world, his only crime bieng — India symbolically captured as a nude woman in the shape of the map of the country, it did not amaze me. The painting’s caption — Bharatmata — was the final trigger for volatile protests across the country. Effigies of the artist were burnt, an art show was disrupted and death threats were issued with unnerving alacrity.The painting was meant to go on auction to raise funds for victims of the Kashmir earthquake. But gallery owners were eventually forced to withdraw it from the bidding process. Coz people have their own grievances. Without even knowing, the whole thing and the essence behind it, THEY had to react! Thats how THEY are.
I had never thought i'd face such a question in my life, but I did. I'm no Hussain. I'm no Rushdie either. But I am what I am.And when my writings were questioned, and my art misinterpret, it hurt. It hurt a lot.
The Father touches 'The Lady' and creates in her womb, a miracle called 'LIFE'. And, He completes her and makes her 'a woman' that day.And She has to nurture this life inside her and take care of it so that one day it sees the world and The world sees it..
What if He does?
It hurts. It hurts a lot. But now she is a woman, a woman pregnent with life. She contains in her an inferno of this invincible strength.
When I write, I 'create'. I am a woman, a woman pregnant with life which is trying hard to see the world. And I need to bring this life into the world. No one has the right to question me or my intentions. Not even my 'inspiration', my 'muse'. Coz, i'm attached to this 'LIFE'.I have nurtured it. The muse only played its role to concieve it, and took exit. My creation is all mine now, an indispensable part of my body and soul.
So, as for my 'muse', even you can't question me.
You are among those thousand people in the world, whom i encounter each day and exchange smiles with. Its not that they don't matter, just that I know now that they can't reach me.Only that i want them to know-
"You and me are free to be...
You and me are free to be...
That you and me are free to be You and Me."
P.S : Might seem as a heavy dose of philosophy to THEM.As for THEM, i just wanna tell them. That i do not write for THEM. They niether deserve to question me nor my discretion on my creation, even if they ever shared a role in its conception. Their part is over for they chose to take exit.
I write for 'this life' breathing inside my womb which THEY blessed me with.
I write to feed this life...