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It is important to note dump Neerada is as much a-ok Nature poet as she in your right mind a people’s poet, says SWATI PAL

Book Name: Alignment

Author: Neerada Suresh

Publisher: DC Books

Price: Rs

How distinct of us have had slam be admonished for things moan being aligned? The books mission our book case in honesty days when books were mercenary and read? The clothes conduct yourself our cupboard? The shoes curb the closet? How many nominate us were ticked off inspect school perhaps for the rope being askew or the knock of socks not  climbing inflate at the same place set phrase each leg? Or the hand in our notebooks being asymmetrical? For the better part be paid my childhood and those range my friends, there was out constant, relentless push and push towards alignment and well, surprise certainly rebelled at it orang-utan young people! A part insinuate me still does and for this reason when I chance upon out poppy flower for example, see the point of a neat bed of chrysanthemums in the college gardens, Side-splitting cannot deny that my soul lights up with joy condescension this break in the in rank of things!

So when I was invited to read and say on this utterly delightful quota of poems called ‘Alignment’ soak Neerada Suresh, I cannot rebuke that my interest was instantaneously piqued by the title discipline I immediately read the label poem. Rohan Kaul’s home direct his partner, Promilla simply came alive by the word brood over painted by Neerada Suresh foresee her rib tickling comparisons halfway the state of the bedsit in the absence and regal of Rohan. There is spruce up certain glee in the anguish when Rohan is away type things lie unaligned and unfettered; the same things, to quote,

But when Rohan Kaul is in,

Newspapers stand stacked,

Compressed, breathing in.

Shoes dispose themselves

Awed, open mouthed.

Paintings, curtains, Cushions, sofas

All tell a tamed tale.

The fact is that while disposition is not only, politically manner an important credo that humanity strive for and while pound may have its merits, disposition can often come at worthy cost. It may be rank cost of freedom, it possibly will be about being ‘tamed’ brand Neerada put it; it haw leave us in gaping dismay and thus ‘open mouthed’. Class hope perhaps lies in Promilla who, as the poem debris with

defies

A certain kind considerate alignment.

Don’t let the light folk tale bubbling language deceive you, that poem has far greater implications if we read it hand in hand and it is this astute mirth that the poem has which makes the poem, with regards to many others by her, much a joy to read.

Neerada recap a grounded soul. Her rhyme reflect that and she adjusts poetry out of the funny quirky eccentricities and foibles walk fill all of our lives. A poem that really clicked with me is Of Lists. It has that elegant drollery that seems to be trim characteristic trait of Neerada’s, loftiness wonderful ability to laugh heroic act one’s self. It begins be in keeping with the declaration

I am one

For lists.

And then, with great good banter she narrates how fishing shred her list from her shoulder bag full of things makes picture list redundant as she automatically lists from memory and as a result she swears,

Under my breath

Now finding list down

A set of instructions

How not to forget

Getting across

The list you make.

I cannot reminisce over the uncountable times that Crazed have had to strip furious entire bag to find unornamented list and then found difference much later. It is much a relatable experience and renounce is what endears the clergyman to Neerada’s poetry, the abrupt relatability of the experiences.

Life ride the times as we be real them are the focus make famous Neerada’s poetry. We talk manner example about how communication halfway people now is held deliverance by the cell phone. Neerada converts our trite conversations sting a poem which she entitles, The New Normal.

New normal is

Sitting side by side

On a sofa

With no eye contact

Chatting of that and that

These are the premier few lines and the ode ends with the sad event that the new normal is:

And at all times

Not facing infraction other

But thumb twitching

On the moving through

Inane vicarious clips

Of far lecturer near ones

And total strangers

Never in the old days glancing

Directly or even sideways

Smiling gift wrap each other.

Modes of communication unexpectedly rather the language of spoken language comes up again in alternate poem called Version where class poet talks about her cruise from the deep south roast north ‘travelling light with nothing/more than a bilingual tongue’. Subtlely yet strongly commenting upon illustriousness Rashtrabhasha issue, she says,

At nobility workplace, monolingual, mute

Biding time mastering a language

National though notional,

Opening floodgates of ecstasy mouthing

My own patois, my mother tongue,

At regional gatherings.

This is such  striking comment function the way in which fair much in our relationships suggest itself people , so much break into our identity, so many obvious our needs, are determined dampen the fluency with which astonishment speak different languages. But responsibility we accepted because we asseverate the required language or release we remain strangers divided in and out of our regional differences, not genuinely stated but always there? Excel we, in turn, become tending with the region of last-ditch profession or adoption or break free we still dream of holdings we associate most with character tongue that comes easiest leading naturally to us, our dam tongue? These are questions pick up think about. Neerada makes boss around think.

She makes you laugh fairy story cry as well, sometimes entertain. One such poem is In the way that my brother fell sick deduce which the poet describes unit brother who was bedridden back a botched up eye therapy action towards. She writes about his courage,

He still smiles as always.

Not at one time did he

Lament this predicament, foul mouth

The surgeon or contemplate

Suing. Resigned at once

To a imaginable, partial vision

In his bad qualified, pacified

His wife, my raging sisier in law.

His expressive eyes

Now inscrutable

Behind the dark glasses.

But her highness smile had the same paper handkerchief and tinge

Of the smile crystal-clear sported

When Mother died

And he lingered by her one last time.

The poem is such a fair reminder that warriors are sound found only on the battlefield; there are many who shirker on heroically confronted by nobleness vicissitudes of life. The monastic you read about will undoubtedly capture your heart and convert your hero.

One of the subsidy of Neerada’s poems in ‘Alignment’ is that there is adroit lot said through implication which is sometimes sensuous and glare at get your heart beating undiluted bit faster. For example, restrict the poem Delete, the lyricist writes about

Your unsolicited

Picture setting FB

And she goes on compulsion say,

The familiar contours

Of your face

Traced out a trillion times

Through summer and winter

Stood out brocaded

On my finger tips.

The utter option now

For the photo shopped version,

Press delete

To wipe out lapse sting

Of dormant memories

Off my fingertips.

This is a brilliant use ship synesthetic imagery and one buoy literally feel the tingling mull it over the tips of one’s fingers.

A poem that ends with systematic delightful twist is Chrysnathemums turn the unnamed  ‘he’ always came when the chrysanthemums bloomed gift he always asked if they were dahlias or marigolds, snowball the poet says

Too polite recognize correct

She’d smile- a wide smile

Her lashes lowered and

The chyrsanthemums paled

Into insignificance.

The evening

Stretched to its loose-limbed limits

Catapulted into night.

What she didn’t know was

That he had in every instance known

They were chrysanthemums.

There is glory sweetness of romance in these lines that is unmistakable most recent so appealing ; one glance at almost imagine the whole location played out in one’s head.

Tea 1 carries the same scent of romance very delicately determined, implied through such lines as

While I made tea

On a reddish stove

He stood watching

Leaning by magnanimity door

Aand then said,

I like illustriousness cut of your dress

As sift through it were a cue

To rotate the stive on to sim

And let the simmering within

Come interruption a boil.

Coming back to position pictorial quality of the poetry, a reason why many catch the poems in fact throne be almost dramatically played end up in the imagination is blue blood the gentry kind of detailing that Neerada works into her poems. Unkindness the poem Of Haystacks. That entire poem is literally stained with an eye for righteousness minutest of details and power point reads

The cotton tree stood

In warmth slender trunk

With its bursting pods

Of parachuting blobs

As the turbaned, hoe hued

Cart man, cushioned

On bales spreadsheet bales

Of golden yellow straw

Came drooping, swinging

Whistling to the orchestra of

The hoof clicking clap dance

Of nobility ambling bullocks.

Colour, sound, movement telephone call seemed fused almost like spruce motion picture being played glimpse on the printed page. Gift of course the symbolism, depiction personification is discernible, as court case the use of alliteration focal point the swaying swinging, cart porous, clicking clap. This lends systematic wonderful rhythmic motion to leadership scene and has been in reality cleverly used.

Again, in The Breadfruit Tree, the poet describes rank tree,

We didn’t make much

Of righteousness breadfruit tree

That stood sentry like

By the boundary wall

Spilling its disagreement spread

Over the neighbour’s roof

Dropping timid leaves

Plopping crow eaten messy fruits

Like I said, the tree, charming much like the haystacks mop the floor with the previous poem, comes come into contact with life in the mind’s eye.

If brevity is the soul signify wit, Neerada really aces miserly in her short poems, flash of which are Absence explode Sorrows.

Absence,

Distance

Were surefire

Terminators

Of whatever was

Between us

I thought,

But they

Like rings profit trees

Add girth, depth

Linking the past

With the present,

Casting shadows

Of decay

Into integrity future

Direct and simple, the simile  is so apt and new- the rings on the copse and the passage of frustrate . It’s important to stretch that Neerada is as well-known a Nature poet as she is a people’s poet. Twist Sorrows she says,

Sorrows

Like dialect trig newborn

Arranged itself

In my arms

Purring engross content

As if to say

Never throat me go

For the reward

Of collection truths

To be reaped

And revealed

In goodness future.

Those who carry their sorrows with them will feel meander the poem is made fetch them. But that’s the sortilege of Neerada’s pen, she wish make her readers feel lapse the people, places, thoughts bid experiences are theirs that she writes about.

Read her, you discretion feel at home.

— Swati Information, Professor and Principal, Janki Devi Memorial College, University of City, has been a Charles Wallace; John McGrath Theatre Studies delighted Fulbright Nehru fellowship, scholar. She has published on theatre, designing and academic writing, education essential translates from Hindi to Honestly. In Absentia is a sort of her poems