|As I unwind myself, in an effort to write down about the journey to a quaint aadivaasi village, called Baliapal, in the interiors of North Orissa, I find myself on a bumpy road of mediumship, trying to ferry meanings from one language to another, from one reality to another - a process that denaturalizes and blends them.
|It is a struggle to communicate this story - of the mixing up of the two cultures; bewildering because I am trying to be a person of the two worlds, trying to be at home in both of them - a difficult task at best.
Now-a-days it is fashionable to talk of preserving tribal people, their views, and their ways. But when we talk of preserving another culture, haven't we already turned it into an endangered species? I would by no means profess this as an effort to preserve, but an effort to bring about some kind of balance between the two worlds - a sort of coexistence.
|It all began during one of my countless visits to Dilli Haat, the Mecca of all crafts people, who flock here with lots of aspirations. While the whole market place bustled with eager shoppers exchanging notes with even more eager sellers, in a corner, in a dimly lit kiosk, two pairs of blank eyes looked around, as if gazing into nothing. I could hear their silence loud and clear in spite of the pandemonium i...|