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‘Draupadi’, Mahasweta Devi’s memorable short story, and still chillingly relevant
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Inin the famous Operation Bakuli, when three villages were cordoned off and machine gunnedthey too lay on the ground, faking dead. In fact, they were the main culprits.
Murdering surja sahu and his son, occupying upper-caste wells and tubewells during the droughtnot surrendering those three young men to the police. In all this they were the chief instigators. In the morning, at the time of the body count, the couple could not be found. The blood sugar level of Captain Arjan Singh, the architect of Bakuli, rose at once and proved yet again that diabetes can be a result of anxiety and depression. Diabetes has 12 husbands — among them anxiety.
Dulna and Dopdi went underground for a long time in a Neanderthal darkness. The special forces, attempting to pierce that dark by an armed search, compelled quite a few santhals in the various districts of west Bengal to meet their Maker against their will. By the Indian Constitution, all human beings, regardless of caste or creed, are sacred. Still, accidents like this do happen.
Two sorts of reasons:. A black-skinned couple ululated like police sirens before the episode. They sang jubilantly in a savage tongue, incomprehensible even to the santhals. Neither uniform nor scriptures could relieve that depression. Senanayak knows the activities and capacities of the opposition better than they themselves do.
First, therefore, he presents an encomium on the military genius of the sikhs. Then he explains further: Without a gun even the “five Ks” come to nothing in this day and age. These speeches he delivers to all and sundry. As a result, the fighting forces regain their confidence in the Army Handbook. It is not a book for everyone. It says that the most despicable and repulsive style of fighting is guerrilla warfare with primitive weapons.
Annihilation at sight of any and all practitioners of such warfare is the sacred duty of every soldier. Dopdi and Dulna belong to the category of such fighters, for they too kill by means of hatchet and scythe, bow and arrow, etc.
Not all gentlemen become experts in the explosion of chambers ; they think the power will come out on its own if the gun is held. But since Dulna and Dopdi are illiterate, their kind have practised the use of weapons generation after generation. I should mention here that, although the other side make little of him, Senanayak is not to be trifled with. Whatever his practicein theory he respects the opposition.
In order to destroy the enemybecome one. Thus he under-stood them by theoretically becoming one of them. He hopes to write on all this in the future.
He has also decided that in his written work he will demolish the gentlemen and highlight the message of the harvest workers. These mental processes might seem complicated, but actually he is a sim-ple man and is as pleased as his third great-uncle after a meal of turtle meat. In fact, he knows that, as in the old popular song, turn by turn the world will change. And in every world he must have the credentials to survive with honour.
If necessary he will show the future to what extent he alone understands the matter in its proper perspective. He knows very well that what he is doing today the future will forget, but he also knows that if he can change colour from world to world, he can represent the particular world in question. He is Prospero as well. At any rate, information is received that many young men and women, batch by batch and on jeeps, have attacked police station after police station, terrified and elated the region, and disappeared into the forest of Jharkhani.
Finally the impenetrable forest of Jharkhani is surrounded by real soldiers, the army enters and splits the battlefield. Soldiers in hiding guard the falls and springs that are the only source of drinking water; they are still guarding, still looking.
On one such search, army informant Dukhiram Gharari saw a young santhal man lying on his stomach on a flat stone, dipping his face to drink water. The soldiers shot him as he lay.
They realized later that it was the redoubtable Dulna Majhi. Is this a violent slogan in the tribal language?
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Even after much thought, the Department of Defence could not be sure. Two tribal-specialist types are flown in from Calcutta, and they sweat over the dictionaries put together by worthies such as hoffman—Jeffer and Golden—palmer. Finally the omniscient Senanayak summons Chamru, the water carrier of the camp. He giggles when he sees the two specialists, scratches his ear with his bidi, and says, the santhals of Maldah did say that when they began fighting at the time of King Gandhi!
Did someone come from Maldah? The problem is thus solved. They embrace the leafy boughs like so many great god pans and wait as the large red ants bite their private parts. To see if anyone comes to take away the body. But Senanayak knows that these brutes cannot be dispatched by the approved method. So he asks his men to draw the prey with a corpse as bait. All will come clear, he says. The soldiers get going at his command. Thus the search for Dopdi continues. In the forest belt of Jharkhani, the Operation continues — will continue.
Not to be cured by the tested ointment, not to burst with the appropriate herb. By the law of confrontation, their eyeballs, intestines, stomachs, hearts, genitals, and so on become the food of fox, vulture, hyena, wildcat, ant and worm, and the untouchables go off happily to sell their bare skeletons. They do not allow themselves to be captured in open combat in the next phase. Now it seems that they have found a trustworthy courier.
Dopdi loved Dulna more than her blood. No doubt it is she who is saving the fugitives now. The answer is silence. About that there are many tales, many books in press.
Best not to believe everything. Why after confrontations are the skeletons discovered with arms broken or severed? Could armless men have fought? Why do the collarbones shake, why are legs and ribs crushed? Two kinds of answer. Hurt rebuke in the eyes. Why bring this up?
What will be will be. The battalion is provided with supervised nutrition, arrangements to worship according to religion, opportunity to listen to “Bibidha Mauasweta and to see Sanjeev Kumar and the lord Krishna face-to-face in the movie This is Life.
The area is not wild. Wellaction still goes on. Moneylenders, landlords, grain brokers, anonymous brothel keepers, ex-informants eraupadi still terrified. The hungry and naked are still defiant and irrepressible.
In some pockets the harvest workers are getting a better wage. Villages sympathetic to the fugitives are still silent and hostile. These events cause one to think. She must have connections with the fugitives. The cause for fear is elsewhere. The ones who remain have lived a long time in the primitive world of the forest. They keep company with eraupadi poor harvest workers and the tribals. They must have forgotten book-learning.
Perhaps they are orienting their book-learning to the soil they live on and learning new combat and survival techniques. One can shoot and get rid of defi ones whose only recourse is extrinsic book-learning and sincere intrinsic enthusiasm. Those who are working practically will not be exterminated so easily.
Therefore Operation Jharkhani Forest cannot stop. Dopdi was proceeding slowly, with some rice knotted into her belt.
Draupadi by Mahasweta Devi
She does so occasionally. When the rice is cold, Dopdi knots it into her waistcloth and walks slowly. As she walked, she picked out and killed mahaswtea lice in her hair.