Thursday, March 23, 2017

Magazine Review: YuGen: Universe Is In Your Hands

When Rishikesh Pande, Co-Founder of Artists' Syndicate And Managing Editor of YuGen magazine approached me to review their newly launched magazine, I was a bit skeptical. I am not a huge fan of online magazines. How can one beat the crisp feeling of new pages and the warmth that a paper magazine fresh out of the press? But reading this one has been an interesting experience. 

The magazine is divided into the following sections:
Fiction: Poetry: Essays: Spotlight: Reviews: Writer's Guidance. What exactly the magazine is about, you will get a clearer picture from the following lines:

- words of Akash Rumade, Editor-in-chief

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, though does not make mankind intellectual, yet providence says that we fall in love with our eyes first. And in this case, the artwork of Ekta Ray is really eye catching. Haunting. And throughout this issue, this haunting echo has been maintained. 

You can see the minds of the youngsters of today working furiously, trying to keep the tapestry of literature kindled in the minds of the younger generation. And with that, I do hope Mr. Rumade realizes how much of a responsibility he is shouldering. For such articles as this magazine boasts of are about motivation, direction and spreading the love of words. I wish him all the best for the forthcoming issues. 

This issue is studded with a myriad of articles dedicated to different forms Art. Most of them are about the pathos of unfulfilled dreams. A dirge for unrequited love for the medium of art. Be it a short fiction of Rishikesh Pandey aptly titled 'The Artist' or 'Fair Darkness' by Sneha Pandey, both have a similar ending which rattled me up. In the midst of this darkness, the silver lining is no doubt the man in the spotlight - Paresh Tiwari. 

The Haiku section deserves a special mention. I'm not an expert in any form of poetry but these lines had maintained the 'mood' of the magazine. The Haikus by Akash Rumade are emphatic and intense. 

The Review section was good with the movie Pink being the flavor of the year. Rightly deserved too. 

Most of the authors of this magazine are young and idealistic - as you can make out while reading the article. I do hope each one of them finds their haven. For as this magazine has aptly caught the mood of every artist - 'Outsiders' don't understand our colors. 

As a reader, I just have one request, since this magazine is targeted towards the younger generation, can we also have a huge dash of hope and getting 'there' even if we face loads of hurdles.  No one is encouraged to live life holding a pen or a paint brush, yet many of us have broken the rules and lived the life we want. I do hope all artists realize that- we paint our own canvasses and every negating experience should make us more determined to achieve our goals.

My love to all the young budding artists out there. 

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Spotlight: 1857 Dust of Ages by Vandana Shanker

Vandana Shanker


1857. The rebellion erupts in India. Despite its attempts to stay aloof, NAVGARH, a small town near Delhi, is drawn into the conflagration. And at its heart are Princess Meera and Captain Richard Smith, with their strange alliance made for the throne of Navgarh.

2016, Shiv Sahai, a young Indian art historian and Ruth Aiken, a British scholar discover an excerpt from the journal of an anonymous British soldier, searching for his wife in the chaos of 1857 Delhi. As they begin investigating the scandal, they become aware of the vague rumours that are told in the bylanes of Navgarh – about a princess who married a British soldier to save her kingdom.

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Camp, Delhi Cantonment, 16 August, 1857.

Things have changed forever. A day spent in the company of my old friend Knox made it clear. These distances can never be bridged.

The pole of his tent snapped in the storm yesterday; and for the sake of old friendship, I offered Knox my humble abode. But his rancour was jarring. His determination to teach the enemy a lesson, the unshaken belief in the rightness of our mission– such bitterness asks too much of friendship and duty.

Earlier we went over the battlefield. One of our regiments was destroying the village near the bridge to prevent the enemy from getting cover in it. Elephants were pulling down the walls. The villagers stood by as their houses turned into mud while the monsoon clouds gathered on the horizon. Unfortunately, they were the Jats, who, for the most part, are our friends. We decided that the destruction of their homes and fields was necessary. Twenty-three men – their countrymen – were lying together in the ditch at the back of the village; we weren’t sure if they were the rebels. A party of Rifles killed then en masse, just to be sure.

We left the village with our bags swollen like raisins in water. And who can blame our light-fingered gentry? Armies are said to travel on their stomach.

At some distance from our camp, I can see the sun setting over the fort of Delhi. It isn’t much different from the first sunset I witnessed here years ago. How things have changed! We came with a mission – to know this exotic land, to bring the light of knowledge and civilization to its darkness. Now the memory leaves me embarrassed. These massive red walls made me uneasy even then. Today they mock our camp again. Whatever be the outcome of this devil’s wind, it has revealed the banality of our mission.

Knox’s bitterness is an expression of the anger in the camp. When the cannons are quiet, the silence resounds with confusion, with terror, with rage, but most of all with the question ‘Why?’ As we sit around a small fire every night, the question rages in every mind. ‘Why the mutiny? Haven’t we brought the glory of civilization to this land of superstition?’ These thoughts simmer as we deal with hunger, heat and rain.

But soon these questions will be forgotten. The winners will annihilate the other side. Already I see the madness in the eyes as rumours reach us from other places – Cawnpur, Jhansi, Lucknow. Madness will soon be let loose.

I often feel that the answers that elude me today were within my grasp a short while ago. They are somewhere near, yet unreachable, like the time gone by.

I promise to look for them once I have found her again. For she, I feel, holds a part of it.

So every evening, I try to escape this madness by thinking about her, Princess Meera of Navgarh, a rebel soldier and my wife. It is the third year of our marriage. Three years of tenuous links and fragile understanding. It was only a matter of time before an explosion happened. And it happened that eventful week when Navgarh too burnt in the fire raging all across India. The news that the sepoys in Meerut had rebelled spurred both of us. Did I expect Meera to be a dutiful wife when all her beliefs, her convictions pulled her in the opposite direction? Was I surprised on knowing that she was in Delhi, amongst the rebels? Would she be surprised on knowing that I have followed her as an enemy… a British officer? And as I follow her, I stand here once again, after five years, outside the walls of the Red Fort in Delhi.

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About the author

Delhi-born Vandana Shanker is the author of the series 1857 Dust of Ages, a historical fiction set in the year of the great uprising in India. A PhD from IIT Delhi, Vandana is passionate about history, storytelling and art. Apart from writing, she teaches literature and creative writing in Malaysia. She has also taught in Universities in India and Vietnam. She currently lives in Kuala Lumpur with her family and wants to travel the world. 

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