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- 0:30–0:33You put a fence around a habitat and boom, you've done your job.
- 0:33–0:34Right.
- 0:34–0:39But then you step into the world of cultural conservation and suddenly that whole framework
- 0:39–0:40just kind of falls apart.
- 0:40–0:42It completely dissolves, yeah.
- 0:42–0:49Because what does it look like when the endangered species isn't an animal, but like an entire
- 0:49–0:50way of seeing the world?
- 0:50–0:53What does it actually look like when you're trying to save a language?
- 0:53–0:57It is the absolute definition of, well, cultural muddy waters.
- 0:57–0:59Because you aren't dealing with a physical habitat anymore.
- 0:59–1:01No fences to put up.
- 1:01–1:02Exactly. No fences.
- 1:02–1:04You're dealing with the human mind.
- 1:04–1:07With memory and with economics,
- 1:07–1:11and really with the very way people articulate their reality.
- 1:11–1:13Right. The whole lens they look through.
- 1:13–1:16Yeah. When a language dies,
- 1:16–1:19you don't just lose a list of vocabulary words.
- 1:19–1:23You lose a highly specific cognitive map of the universe.
- 1:23–1:25That is such a striking way to put it.
- 1:25–1:27A cognitive map.
- 1:27–1:29And you know, you don't use tranquilizer darts
- 1:29–1:30to save a language.
- 1:30–1:31Right, no you don't.
- 1:31–1:35You use words, you use art, you use, well, poetry.
- 1:35–1:37And that brings us to the source material for today.
- 1:37–1:39When we look at this incredible anthology
- 1:39–1:41of Vitya Ha Meith Abhili Padya,
- 1:41–1:43which is edited by Gavjendra Thakur,
- 1:43–1:44we aren't just reading poems.
- 1:44–1:45Not at all.
- 1:45–1:49We're looking at a literal linguistic survival manual.
- 1:49–1:51And so our mission today is to take a deep dive
- 1:51–1:53into how a regional Indian language, Mithili,
- 1:53–1:56uses the ancient power of poetry to process
- 1:56–2:02just the chaotic collision of modern politics, existential survival, and some incredibly complex
- 2:02–2:03literary theory.
- 2:03–2:04It's a massive undertaking.
- 2:04–2:07I mean, this isn't just, you know, a quiet evening of light reading.
- 2:07–2:08Definitely not.
- 2:08–2:10This is a cultural battleground.
- 2:10–2:15The Kurs anthology shows us a space where ancient Indian poetics, so concepts like
- 2:15–2:20Rasa and Dvani, are meeting Western postmodernism head on.
- 2:20–2:21It's a heavy mix.
- 2:21–2:22It is.
- 2:22–2:25doing all of this really high-level theoretical lifting
- 2:25–2:28while simultaneously dealing with
- 2:28–2:32like the gritty grounded realities of corrupt politicians,
- 2:32–2:33devastating river floods,
- 2:33–2:35and rapidly changing social hierarchies in the village.
- 2:35–2:38Right, and here is the hook for me, honestly.
- 2:38–2:39The central irony that just leaped out at me
- 2:39–2:41right away when looking at this.
- 2:41–2:42Yeah.
- 2:42–2:45Why write highly sophisticated, deeply complex poetry
- 2:45–2:47in a language that right now currently requires
- 2:47–2:50pronunciation camps just so people can speak it properly?
- 2:50–2:51Yeah, that is the big question.
- 2:51–2:56I mean, Gajendra Thakura points out in his editorial essay that the situation with Mathili
- 2:56–2:58has reached this critical point.
- 2:58–3:02People literally have to hold instructional camps to teach native speakers how to actually
- 3:02–3:03pronounce their own words.
- 3:03–3:05It's a stark image, isn't it?
- 3:05–3:06Thank you.
- 3:06–3:07Almost dystopian.
- 3:07–3:08Very much so.
- 3:08–3:12Imagine having to go to, like, a work-in seminar just to learn how to roll the
- 3:12–3:16syllables of the language your own grandparents spoke natively.
- 3:16–3:17It's hard to even wrap your head around.
- 3:17–3:23It is, but it frames the entire anthology not as this leisurely artistic endeavor, but
- 3:23–3:27as an urgent desperate act of documentation.
- 3:27–3:29Right, because time is running out.
- 3:29–3:30Exactly.
- 3:30–3:36The language's daily natural usage is eroding so quickly beneath the pressure of globalization
- 3:36–3:40and, well, dominant national languages that it's essentially on life support.
- 3:40–3:45Okay, let's unpack this because Gajendra Thakur opens the book with this fiery, super-provocative
- 3:45–3:50editorial essay and he really does not pull his punches when he talks about the
- 3:50–3:54Maitrely literary establishment. He really goes after them. He bluntly calls it a
- 3:54–3:58dry mainstream. What exactly is he diagnosing there when he says that? He's
- 3:58–4:02diagnosing basically a terminal illness of insularity. Insularity. Yeah.
- 4:02–4:08Taqour argues that this dry mainstream of Maitrely literature has become
- 4:08–4:12completely disconnected from its actual everyday audience. Right. The
- 4:12–4:15poetry has essentially become a closed loop. Oh, I see. The writers aren't
- 4:15–4:19writing for the farmers or, you know, the students or the people suffering through
- 4:19–4:23the annual floods. They're just writing for other writers. A closed loop. So it's
- 4:23–4:28basically the 20th century mathilly version of an algorithmic social media
- 4:28–4:32echo chamber. That is the absolute perfect analogy. You have writers
- 4:32–4:36attending the exact same seminars, sitting in the same literary gatherings
- 4:36–4:40and just judging each other's work. Right. Giving out the same praise to
- 4:40–4:46the same people. Exactly. And Takur introduces a brilliant, highly critical term for this
- 4:46–4:53behavior in the text. He calls it like marketing. Like marketing. Oh, man. That is such a cynical,
- 4:53–4:58modern, and just painfully accurate phrase. It really cuts to the core of it. It sounds
- 4:58–5:02exactly like what happens on LinkedIn or Twitter today. You know, people just hyping
- 5:02–5:07each other up, trading engagements to pad their own resumes. But he's applying it
- 5:07–5:08to regional poetry.
- 5:08–5:09He is.
- 5:09–5:11He's suggesting that the primary motivation
- 5:11–5:13for these elite poets isn't to connect
- 5:13–5:16with the lived reality of the Moffillie people at all.
- 5:16–5:17Then what is it?
- 5:17–5:19It's to market their likes to one another,
- 5:19–5:22to win state-sponsored literary awards.
- 5:22–5:23Wow, okay.
- 5:23–5:25Yeah, they write something abstract,
- 5:25–5:28their friends praise it, they win a shiny trophy,
- 5:28–5:30and they feel like they've meaningfully
- 5:30–5:31contributed to the culture.
- 5:31–5:32When they really haven't.
- 5:32–5:33Exactly.
- 5:33–5:36Haker argues that because this work lacks a deep,
- 5:36–5:38intrinsic connection to the actual soil
- 5:38–5:42and sweat of the region, it's completely sterile.
- 5:42–5:43It's just a performance.
- 5:43–5:44Right.
- 5:44–5:47People might speak monthly at these award banquets, sure.
- 5:47–5:50But if the village base of the language disappears,
- 5:50–5:52because the poetry doesn't speak to them,
- 5:52–5:54the language itself is doomed.
- 5:54–5:56Yeah, regardless of how many trophies
- 5:56–5:57the elites hand each other.
- 5:57–5:58Precisely.
- 5:58–6:00But wait, let me push back on this for a second.
- 6:00–6:01Sure.
- 6:01–6:03If the language is actively losing its economic
- 6:03–6:08cultural base, right? If the everyday readership is practically zero and you literally have to
- 6:08–6:14set up pronunciation camps to keep the spoken word alive, isn't writing incredibly dense theoretical
- 6:14–6:19poetry like what talker is curating here? Isn't that just another vanity project?
- 6:19–6:24That's a silly question. I mean, if the patient is literally bleeding out on the table,
- 6:24–6:27why are we debating the philosophical aesthetics of the scalpel? Isn't
- 6:27–6:31Taqour just creating a different, maybe more intellectual echo chamber?
- 6:31–6:34That is the exact tension this entire project wrestles with.
- 6:34–6:37And Tucker's defense against that
- 6:37–6:39is profoundly compelling, I think.
- 6:39–6:40What's his argument?
- 6:40–6:43He argues that poetry, true poetry,
- 6:43–6:46is not a commercial product meant to just capture
- 6:46–6:47a market share.
- 6:47–6:50He views it as a biological and cultural necessity.
- 6:50–6:51Okay, a necessity.
- 6:51–6:52Yes.
- 6:52–6:54He makes the case that even if the language
- 6:54–6:56is struggling for survival,
- 6:56–6:59importing fake borrowed foreign sensibilities
- 6:59–7:00won't save it.
- 7:00–7:02Right, you can't just slap a trendy topic on it.
- 7:02–7:03Exactly.
- 7:03–7:07You can't just slap an imported cosmopolitan theme onto a dying language and expect it
- 7:07–7:09to magically revitalize the culture from the ground up.
- 7:09–7:13Because it's fundamentally dishonest to the reality of the people living there.
- 7:13–7:18It's like trying to treat a localized infection with a completely unrelated medicine just
- 7:18–7:21because the medicine happens to be popular overseas.
- 7:21–7:22Precisely.
- 7:22–7:24That's a great way to look at it.
- 7:24–7:30To be vital, the poetry must reflect the genuine local reality of the Mothili people.
- 7:30–7:35actual lived experience. Right. It has to encompass their struggles with poverty, with the changing
- 7:35–7:41agricultural landscape, with floods, and with their own specific history. Yeah. If the poetry
- 7:41–7:46doesn't have its roots firmly planted in the socioeconomic mud of the region, it becomes useless.
- 7:47–7:52Takor warns that if poets just write about abstract international events or imported
- 7:52–7:58ideologies without connecting them directly to the local soil, the poetry loses its edge.
- 7:58–7:59It becomes dull.
- 7:59–8:00He specifically says it becomes blunted.
- 8:00–8:02Blunted. Wow.
- 8:02–8:05And to capture that local reality, to really sharpen that edge,
- 8:05–8:08Takru doesn't just rely on raw, unrefined emotion.
- 8:08–8:10That's the part that really surprised me on the source.
- 8:10–8:12Oh, he goes much deeper than that.
- 8:12–8:15He uses some incredibly sophisticated, globally sourced,
- 8:15–8:18intellectual tools to dissect these local poems.
- 8:18–8:22The leap from the local village reality to high-level literary theory
- 8:22–8:24is entirely seamless in his analysis.
- 8:24–8:26It's a complete collision of worlds.
- 8:26–8:31I mean we are talking about blending the ancient Indian poetics of Parada Muni and Andhra
- 8:31–8:34Varhana with Western theory from Aristotle, Plato, and Roland Barthes.
- 8:34–8:35Oh yeah.
- 8:35–8:40He literally invokes Balthas' concept of the death of the author to analyze Mantheli poetry.
- 8:41–8:46It felt to me like someone using a multi-billion dollar quantum supercomputer
- 8:46–8:50to analyze like the ink strokes on a handwritten letter from a farmer.
- 8:50–8:51That's quite an image.
- 8:51–8:56Why use such massive heavy machinery on something so intimate and local?
- 8:56–9:01Because that supercomputer validates the complexity of the Mathili experience.
- 9:01–9:02Ah, I see.
- 9:02–9:07Thakur is proving that the local is universal. By applying global literary theory,
- 9:07–9:10he's refusing to let Mathili literature be treated as some
- 9:10–9:13quaint, primitive, regional curiosity.
- 9:13–9:15Right, it's not just folk art.
- 9:15–9:20Exactly. He is saying our floodwaters, our corrupt politicians, our changing villages,
- 9:20–9:25These are worthy of the exact same rigorous philosophical analysis as Shakespeare or Homer.
- 9:25–9:29That makes total sense. He's demanding intellectual respect for the culture.
- 9:30–9:35So if we're firing up the supercomputer, we have to start with the ancient Indian theories,
- 9:35–9:40because they really form the bedrock of his critique. Let's talk about the Rasa and Johnny
- 9:40–9:44theories. Let's do it. The Rasa theory, which originates with Parada Muni in the
- 9:44–9:49ancient nācāśāstra is fundamentally about aesthetic flavor.
- 9:49–9:55The core idea is that human beings possess stāhi pāvas. These are permanent latent
- 9:55–9:59emotions that are just hardwired into our psychology.
- 9:59–10:02Like what? Like love, grief, anger, or fear.
- 10:02–10:05Right. So the baseline emotional frequencies we all carry around,
- 10:05–10:07they're just sitting there dormant until something triggers them.
- 10:07–10:12Exactly. And rasa is the process by which those permanent emotions are stimulated by a
- 10:12–10:15a piece of art combined with other transient feelings
- 10:15–10:19and then thicken or boil to create an aesthetic flavor
- 10:19–10:21that the audience can actually taste or experience.
- 10:21–10:22Oh wow.
- 10:22–10:24It's not just feeling sad,
- 10:24–10:27it's experiencing the pure refined essence of sorrow
- 10:27–10:30through the art stripped of its real world sting.
- 10:30–10:31I love that.
- 10:31–10:33So it's essentially like a culinary process for the soul.
- 10:33–10:34It's exactly it.
- 10:34–10:36You take the raw ingredients,
- 10:36–10:38the dormant emotions in the reader,
- 10:38–10:40you apply the heat of the poetry,
- 10:40–10:42You add the spices of the specific words,
- 10:42–10:44the rhythm, the context,
- 10:44–10:48and you get this rich complex reduction, this sauce.
- 10:48–10:50And that sauce is the rasa.
- 10:50–10:52That is a brilliant way to conceptualize it.
- 10:52–10:55You're consuming the distilled essence of an emotion.
- 10:55–10:58And then you pair that with the divani theory
- 10:58–10:59by an Anna Verthana.
- 10:59–11:00Right, how do those connect?
- 11:00–11:02If rasa is the flavor of the dish,
- 11:02–11:05divani is the aroma that lingers in the room.
- 11:05–11:06Ooh, I like that.
- 11:06–11:09It is the theory of implied or hidden meaning.
- 11:09–11:12Anandavirtana argued that the highest form of poetry
- 11:12–11:14doesn't just state things directly.
- 11:14–11:15It doesn't just say, I am sad.
- 11:15–11:16Right.
- 11:16–11:18It creates a structure of words
- 11:18–11:20where the literal explicit meaning
- 11:20–11:22is really just a stepping stone.
- 11:22–11:24The literal meaning points to a much deeper,
- 11:24–11:26unstated, implied meaning.
- 11:26–11:27The subtext.
- 11:27–11:30Yes, the resonance, the reverberation of the words.
- 11:30–11:33That is where the true soul of the poetry lives.
- 11:33–11:35Okay, I'm with you on rasa and funny.
- 11:35–11:37But here's where my brain kind of short circuited
- 11:37–11:39when reading the text.
- 11:39–11:42Fakur dives into the sfoda theory.
- 11:42–11:44Oh, yes, the sfoda theory.
- 11:44–11:47And he explicitly connects this fifth century
- 11:47–11:51Indian linguistic philosophy by Partrahari
- 11:51–11:54to the 20th century Western concepts of deconstruction
- 11:54–11:55by Jacques de Rita.
- 11:55–11:56It's quite a leap.
- 11:56–11:59How does a fifth century Sanskrit grammarian
- 11:59–12:02link up with a 1960s French philosopher?
- 12:02–12:04Well, what's fascinating here is that they were both
- 12:04–12:07wrestling with the exact same fundamental problem.
- 12:07–12:09How do words actually contain meaning?
- 12:09–12:10Okay.
- 12:10–12:12Let's break down this photo theory first.
- 12:12–12:14Partrahori argued that meaning doesn't actually exist
- 12:14–12:16in the individual letters
- 12:16–12:18or even the individual sounds of a word
- 12:18–12:19as you're speaking it.
- 12:19–12:19Really?
- 12:19–12:20Think about it.
- 12:20–12:23When I say the word apple, the sound A, the sound P,
- 12:23–12:25the sound, none of those isolated sounds
- 12:25–12:27hold the concept of an apple.
- 12:27–12:28Right.
- 12:28–12:28If I just walk around saying,
- 12:28–12:30poopoo, no one thinks of fruit.
- 12:30–12:30Exactly.
- 12:30–12:33The meaning is held in a state of potential.
- 12:33–12:34It's only when the word
- 12:34–12:36or the sentence is entirely completed
- 12:36–12:38that the meaning suddenly bursts forth
- 12:38–12:40into the mind of the listener.
- 12:40–12:41It bursts forth.
- 12:41–12:41Yes.
- 12:41–12:44In fact, the word sphoda literally translates
- 12:44–12:46to bursting or popping or blooming.
- 12:46–12:50Oh, it's like watching a Polaroid picture develop.
- 12:50–12:52Oh yes, great comparison.
- 12:52–12:54The individual blurry shapes and chemical smudges
- 12:54–12:56don't mean anything on their own,
- 12:56–12:59but the second the chemical process finishes,
- 12:59–13:01the shapes unify and boom,
- 13:01–13:03the image is suddenly there in your mind.
- 13:03–13:05That is exactly it.
- 13:05–13:07During the physical act of communication,
- 13:07–13:09the spoken words are just vehicles.
- 13:09–13:11They are vibrations constantly being created
- 13:11–13:12and destroyed in the air.
- 13:12–13:13Right.
- 13:13–13:15The meaning is conveyed,
- 13:15–13:17but the letters themselves have no independent
- 13:17–13:19physical existence of meaning
- 13:19–13:21until the completion of the thought.
- 13:21–13:23Now, let's connect that to Derrida in deconstruction.
- 13:23–13:26Yes, please, because Derrida is notoriously dense.
- 13:26–13:30Derrida's concept of difference, spelled with an A,
- 13:30–13:32argues that meaning is always deferred.
- 13:32–13:34It's always reliant on the differences between words.
- 13:34–13:37And it is never fully statically present
- 13:37–13:39in a single isolated sign.
- 13:39–13:40So it's always shifting.
- 13:40–13:41Exactly.
- 13:41–13:44Just like Barchahari saying the Pian apple doesn't mean apple,
- 13:44–13:46Derrida says a word only means something
- 13:46–13:49because of its relationship to other words.
- 13:49–13:51And the ultimate meaning is always slightly pushed
- 13:51–13:54down the road until the context is complete.
- 13:54–13:55Wow.
- 13:55–13:57Taku uses these twin theories,
- 13:57–14:00one ancient Eastern, one modern Western,
- 14:00–14:01to show that Mothili poetry
- 14:01–14:03isn't just reciting facts.
- 14:03–14:05It is manipulating the very fabric
- 14:05–14:08of how meaning bursts into the mind of the reader.
- 14:08–14:11It's incredible to see that level of linguistic philosophy
- 14:11–14:13used to frame regional poetry.
- 14:13–14:14But, you know,
- 14:14–14:16Tucker doesn't just leave this theory
- 14:16–14:17floating in the academic clouds.
- 14:17–14:20He brings the supercomputer right down to the riverbank.
- 14:20–14:21He really grounds it.
- 14:21–14:23He applies these lenses to analyze a poem
- 14:23–14:25called Jethi Kare,
- 14:25–14:27which is about the Kare river flooding.
- 14:27–14:29Yes, and this is where the theoretical heavy lifting
- 14:29–14:31really pays off for the reader.
- 14:31–14:34So the poem looks at the Kera River.
- 14:34–14:35It floods in the morning.
- 14:35–14:37It overflows its banks.
- 14:37–14:39It reaches the official danger mark.
- 14:39–14:41That's the literal reading.
- 14:41–14:42The water is high.
- 14:42–14:45But then, Takuro applies structuralism to it.
- 14:45–14:47He points out that the symbol of the danger level
- 14:47–14:49means something completely different depending
- 14:49–14:51on the generation viewing it.
- 14:51–14:54This is a perfect example of shifting signifiers.
- 14:54–14:56For the older generation in the village,
- 14:56–14:59the flood warning level was a massive, terrifying event.
- 14:59–15:00It meant catastrophe.
- 15:00–15:03It meant the imminent destruction of their crops,
- 15:03–15:05the loss of their homes,
- 15:05–15:07a direct threat to their survival.
- 15:07–15:10It triggered the rasa of fear and profound tragedy.
- 15:10–15:11But for the youth.
- 15:11–15:12Right.
- 15:12–15:14Takuro points out that due to continuous
- 15:14–15:16normalized flooding over the decades,
- 15:16–15:18perhaps due to the failure of infrastructure
- 15:18–15:20or changing climate patterns,
- 15:20–15:23the new generation looks at that exact same danger mark
- 15:23–15:25and just sees everyday life.
- 15:25–15:26That is so bleak.
- 15:26–15:28The danger has been completely normalized.
- 15:28–15:33What was once a mortal threat is now just the baseline reality for the youth.
- 15:33–15:38The structuralist reading shows how the symbol of the danger mark has completely shifted
- 15:38–15:39its meaning.
- 15:39–15:43The water level hasn't changed, but the cultural cognition of the water has.
- 15:43–15:46And this proves Takara's point beautifully.
- 15:46–15:50The theoretical framework actually helps us understand the psychological toll of the
- 15:50–15:52changing physical landscape.
- 15:52–15:57The trauma of the flood has literally rewired how the community interprets symbols of danger.
- 15:57–16:03Man, so if the theoretical danger mark of the river has been normalized, what happens when
- 16:03–16:06the actual physical landscape of the village changes?
- 16:06–16:09Because the water isn't the only thing rising in these poems.
- 16:09–16:11We're seeing concrete rising too.
- 16:11–16:15The anthology captures this profound collision between traditional village life and the
- 16:15–16:17invasion of modernity.
- 16:17–16:20Let's talk about Ravi Pusan Pathak's poem about the festival of Chath.
- 16:20–16:25Chath is a major deeply traditional sun worship festival in the region.
- 16:25–16:29Historically, the imagery associated with Jaff is intensely natural.
- 16:29–16:31Very pure, very pastoral.
- 16:31–16:37Yes. The sun god is traditionally seen rising behind nature, behind a sacred grove of trees,
- 16:37–16:41over a pristine pond, or across an open agricultural field.
- 16:41–16:45It's a pure communion between the worshiper, the water, and the sun.
- 16:45–16:49But Path X poem violently shatters that traditional image.
- 16:49–16:51He writes about where the sun god is rising now,
- 16:51–16:54and the imagery here is brilliant because it's just so jarring.
- 16:54–16:55It really is.
- 16:55–16:58The sun isn't rising behind a sacred grove anymore.
- 16:58–17:01It's rising behind a massive steel telecom tower,
- 17:01–17:06or it's rising behind the newly built two-story concrete house of the local doctor.
- 17:06–17:10Or, most significantly, it's rising from behind the delete settlement,
- 17:10–17:13the historically marginalized community in the village.
- 17:13–17:19That is an absolute masterclass in using imagery to document socioeconomic upheaval.
- 17:19–17:21Why is the sun rising behind a telecom tower?
- 17:21–17:22Because things are changing.
- 17:22–17:28because the telecom tower represents the unstoppable, unfeeling march of urbanization and globalization
- 17:28–17:32slicing right through the sacred ancient landscape. The signal from the tower is the
- 17:32–17:33new god in the sky.
- 17:33–17:36Right. And why the doctor's two-story house.
- 17:36–17:40Because that concrete structure represents the new economic elite replacing the old
- 17:40–17:45agrarian elite. Wealth isn't about land anymore. It's about modern professions and
- 17:45–17:46concrete.
- 17:46–17:48And the sun rising behind the dollot settlement.
- 17:48–17:53represents a massive seismic shift in the social hierarchy, it suggests that power,
- 17:53–17:58visibility, and perhaps the future itself are shifting toward the communities that were
- 17:58–18:03previously pushed to the literal and metaphorical margins of the village.
- 18:03–18:08The sun, which is the ultimate symbol of power and divinity in this festival, is now
- 18:08–18:11illuminating the changing power structures of the modern village.
- 18:11–18:15The sacred has been completely overlaid by the socio-economic reality.
- 18:15–18:19You can't worship the old guys without staring directly at the new inequalities.
- 18:19–18:21It's a landscape of broken illusions.
- 18:21–18:26And while speaking of illusions, let's look at Balram Saa's poem, Ayake Nien Tutigel,
- 18:26–18:29which translates to, or did my sleep break.
- 18:29–18:33This poem hits so hard because it plays with the desperate utopian hopes of the people.
- 18:33–18:36It creates a beautiful vision of the village first.
- 18:36–18:38A profoundly moral vision.
- 18:38–18:39Right.
- 18:39–18:41There is this incredible dream sequence.
- 18:41–18:46The poet dreams that a poor widow in the village actually receives her government housing allotment
- 18:46–18:49without having to pay a bribe to a corrupt official.
- 18:49–18:51The miracle in itself.
- 18:51–18:52Right.
- 18:52–18:56And he dreams of a village that sits down together to solve its own disputes peacefully
- 18:56–19:00without having to drag everyone through the corrupt police stations or endless court
- 19:00–19:01battles.
- 19:01–19:06He dreams of a wedding taking place purely out of love and mutual respect, completely
- 19:06–19:12free from the toxic, crushing, financially ruinous burden of the dowry system.
- 19:12–19:16It's a vision of a functional, deeply empathetic society.
- 19:16–19:21It's exactly what modern political policies promise, but continually fail to deliver.
- 19:21–19:23It's the utopia they are told they are voting for.
- 19:23–19:25But then comes the emotional gut punch.
- 19:25–19:28The poet wakes up, it was all just a dream, none of it is real.
- 19:28–19:32The widow is still being extorted for her own housing money, the village is still
- 19:32–19:37tearing itself apart with petty conflicts, and the dowry system is still ruining families.
- 19:37–19:38So what does this all mean?
- 19:38–19:39It's devastating.
- 19:39–19:44When I read that, it really made me think about our own political discourse.
- 19:44–19:49Are our visions for a fair and just society just dreams we use to comfort ourselves while
- 19:49–19:52the reality remains hopelessly broken?
- 19:52–19:54Are we just sedating ourselves with hope?
- 19:54–19:58That is the exact, uncomfortable question the poet wants you to ask.
- 19:58–20:03The poem acts as a mirror, reflecting the vast chasm between the idealized rhetoric
- 20:03–20:08of progress, the idea that modernity will inevitably save us, and the cynical, stagnant
- 20:08–20:10reality on the ground.
- 20:10–20:11It's a harsh awakening.
- 20:11–20:12It is.
- 20:12–20:16The utopian dream actually highlights the profound tragedy of the waking world.
- 20:16–20:21You only dream of a bribe-free house if bribery is suffocating your daily existence.
- 20:21–20:25You dream about water when you're dying of thirst, and if the dreams of a pure,
- 20:25–20:32village or shattered the reality of village life is often depicted as absurd, chaotic, and sometimes deeply hypocritical.
- 20:32–20:39I want to look at how this plays out in the daily rituals of the people because there is this brilliant poem by Rajesh Mohanja Gunjan called
- 20:39–20:41Mudanak Boj or the Tonsher Feast.
- 20:41–20:45Ah yes, this is where the anthology shifts into brilliant dark satire.
- 20:45–20:50I cannot stop thinking about this Tonsher Feast scene because it is just brilliantly chaotic.
- 20:50–20:55A tonsure ceremony is supposed to be this sacred,
- 20:55–20:58organized rite of passage,
- 20:58–20:59shaving a child's head for the first time.
- 20:59–21:01Very solemn, very traditional.
- 21:01–21:03But in this poem, it's the middle
- 21:03–21:05of the brutal summer heat.
- 21:05–21:07The logistical arrangements have completely fallen apart.
- 21:07–21:10You have all these educated elites, engineers,
- 21:10–21:12and teachers, people who think highly
- 21:12–21:14of their own status sitting in the dark
- 21:14–21:15because the power grid has failed.
- 21:15–21:17Which happens all the time.
- 21:17–21:19Yes, they are sweating profusely
- 21:19–21:25and they are reduced to desperately eating hot, sticky jalapees and spicy vegetables with their
- 21:25–21:30bare hands in the dark. It completely strips away all the veneer of modern sophistication.
- 21:30–21:35Totally strips it away. The heat, the disorganization, the sensory overload,
- 21:35–21:41the failing infrastructure. It reduces everyone, regardless of their social standing or education,
- 21:41–21:45to a state of desperate, messy consumption. Just eating in the dark. Right. They're just
- 21:45–21:51sweaty bodies trying to eat sweet food in the dark. It's a hilarious, sharp, satirical image
- 21:51–21:56of modern society's inability to gracefully manage its own traditions when the basic
- 21:56–22:00infrastructure of life is collapsing around them. But the tone shifts dramatically when we move
- 22:00–22:06from the comedy of a feast to the ritual surrounding death. Let's explore Ravi Pushan
- 22:06–22:13Paphak's multi-part poem, Marano Parent, which means after death. This poem tackles the funeral
- 22:13–22:18of an elder at Samaria Ghat, a sacred cremation site on the banks of the Ganges.
- 22:18–22:23This is where the dark comedy transitions into profound, uncomfortable tragedy.
- 22:23–22:24It really does.
- 22:24–22:28The poem forces the reader to confront how heavily bureaucratized and monetized the
- 22:28–22:29act of mourning has become.
- 22:29–22:32The specifics listed in the poem are staggering to read.
- 22:32–22:34An elder family member has died.
- 22:34–22:38But instead of an atmosphere's spiritual reflection, the family is frantically calculating
- 22:38–22:42the exact number of wooden logs needed for the pyre.
- 22:42–22:43Doing math at a funeral.
- 22:43–22:44Yes.
- 22:44–22:49They are measuring the precise amount of ghee required to ensure the fire burns correctly.
- 22:49–22:55They are haggling and arguing over the exact 1,001 rupees demanded by the priests and the
- 22:55–22:59Dom, the traditional crematorium workers, to perform the rites.
- 22:59–23:03It reads less like a solemn farewell and more like a morbid accounting ledger.
- 23:03–23:09If we connect this to the bigger picture, the poem is doing something devastatingly observant.
- 23:09–23:12It highlights the absolute hypocrisy of the attendees.
- 23:12–23:16So instead of mourning the deceased, the relatives are gossiping.
- 23:17–23:19They're whispering about the menu for the upcoming funeral feast.
- 23:20–23:23They are complaining that the food preparations were ruined by stray dogs.
- 23:23–23:25Oh, wow. Yeah.
- 23:25–23:29They're using the gathering to establish social dominance and settle old family scores.
- 23:29–23:32The sacredness of the Ganges and the slumnity of death are completely
- 23:32–23:36overshadowed by petty grievances and the transactional nickel and dime
- 23:36–23:37nature of the rituals.
- 23:37–23:39But let me push back a little bit here.
- 23:39–23:40Isn't that just human nature?
- 23:40–23:44I mean, my own grandmother passed away a few years ago.
- 23:44–23:46And I distinctly remember half the family
- 23:46–23:49arguing in the hallway about the catering for the wake
- 23:49–23:51and who was gonna pick up the relatives from the airport.
- 23:51–23:53Right, the admin of death.
- 23:53–23:54Exactly.
- 23:54–23:57When tragedy strikes, we often lean on logistics
- 23:57–23:59to keep ourselves from falling apart.
- 23:59–24:02Isn't the poet just describing the inevitable reality
- 24:02–24:06of how humans cope with death through administration?
- 24:06–24:07That is a very fair point.
- 24:07–24:12And yes, logistics are a universal coping mechanism to stave off the abyss of grief.
- 24:13–24:17But the critical analysis in the anthology makes a vital distinction here.
- 24:17–24:18OK, what is it?
- 24:18–24:21The argument is that the poet isn't just neutrally observing a coping mechanism.
- 24:22–24:26He is specifically critiquing the erosion of empathy in modern society.
- 24:26–24:30The critique is that the logistics haven't just distracted from the grief.
- 24:30–24:32They have entirely replaced it.
- 24:32–24:35Wow. So they aren't hiding their sadness behind the logistics.
- 24:35–24:36They just aren't sad.
- 24:36–24:41Exactly. The transactional nature of haggling over the 1,001 rupees and the exact weight of the
- 24:41–24:47ghee has completely commodified the soul's departure. The attendees are merely performing
- 24:47–24:53a social obligation. Their minds are entirely focused on their own status, their own wallets,
- 24:53–24:57and their own appetites. That's haunting. It is the performance of mourning without the presence
- 24:57–25:02of grief. That is a chilling distinction. And you know, while the men in these poems are
- 25:02–25:07busy arguing over funeral logs, the exact weight of the ghee, and the menu for the feast,
- 25:07–25:11the anthology highlights a completely different revolution happening simultaneously.
- 25:11–25:13Yes, a very important one.
- 25:13–25:18It brings forward the historically silenced yet fiercely emerging voices of women in
- 25:18–25:20this changing landscape.
- 25:20–25:25The anthology dedicates significant attention to feminist critiques within Mathilli poetry,
- 25:25–25:30which represents a massive tectonic paradigm shift for this traditionally patriarchal
- 25:30–25:31society.
- 25:31–25:34We also have to talk about Dr. Shea Felika Verma's poem,
- 25:34–25:37Virhata, which means the creator.
- 25:37–25:40The opening line alone is a shock to the system.
- 25:40–25:41It is so powerful.
- 25:41–25:44It goes, I am a woman, this is not a crime.
- 25:44–25:45Or in my theory.
- 25:45–25:49Hom nari chi e'a pra dhamata naiha.
- 25:49–25:52That line sets a tone of defiance that is completely
- 25:52–25:55different from the traditional, subservient
- 25:55–25:57depictions of women in older literature.
- 25:57–25:59It is a radical deconstruction of the traditional
- 25:59–26:01patriarchal structure.
- 26:01–26:07Historically, Mathili society, like many traditional societies, frankly placed women on a pedestal.
- 26:07–26:11They called them goddesses, they worshiped their purity, they wrote endless poems about
- 26:11–26:12their grace.
- 26:12–26:16But that pedestal was essentially a well decorated prison.
- 26:16–26:17A gilded cage.
- 26:17–26:23Society elevated them to the status of deities, only to demand silent suffering, total self-sacrifice
- 26:23–26:25and unquestioning obedience.
- 26:25–26:29You are a goddess, therefore you cannot complain about your earthly suffering.
- 26:29–26:34It's the classic trap of patriarchal reverence. We revere you so much that you aren't allowed to
- 26:34–26:40have a voice, a flaw, or an independent human desire. But Verma's poem violently rejects this
- 26:40–26:44standard. She doesn't want to be a pure suffering goddess anymore.
- 26:44–26:48The imagery she uses is striking. The poem describes the woman physically stepping out of
- 26:48–26:54the shadows of the home. Into the light. Yes. She rejects the pristine, untouched purity
- 26:54–26:59standard and walks out into the harsh baking sun. She is claiming the physical world, the
- 26:59–27:05reality of sweat and labor and visible existence for herself. She is demanding to be a human
- 27:05–27:08being in the world, not a symbol in a house.
- 27:08–27:12And then comes the ultimate declaration. She declares her own existence with the Sanskrit
- 27:12–27:18phrase, a humbremosme. Let's unpack the cultural weight of that phrase because for a woman
- 27:18–27:22to say that in this context seems practically blasphemous to the old guard, it is
- 27:22–27:28incredibly disruptive. Aham Brahmazmi translates roughly to I am Brahman or I am the creator.
- 27:28–27:31The ultimate truth. Yes, in ancient Hindu philosophy, the Opanashats,
- 27:31–27:36this is the ultimate realization of the self as identical to the universe, the divine reality.
- 27:36–27:41It is the highest spiritual truth. For a woman in this highly traditional patriarchal context to
- 27:41–27:46claim Aham Brahmazmi is for her to completely bypass the patriarchal intermediaries.
- 27:46–27:51She doesn't need the priest, the husband, or the father to connect her to the divine.
- 27:51–27:57Exactly. She is claiming direct, unmediated divinity and creative power for herself.
- 27:57–28:02She is no longer the submissive creation, she is the vidhata, the creator herself.
- 28:02–28:05She holds the universe within her.
- 28:05–28:09It gives me goosebumps just thinking about the cultural weight of that phrase being
- 28:09–28:13weaponized for feminist liberation. How does this connect back to
- 28:13–28:16Gajendra Thakur's broader mission for the Samhology?
- 28:16–28:21Why is this poem essential to his critique of the dry mainstream?
- 28:21–28:26Because you cannot dismantle the dry mainstream without reflecting the true socioeconomic changes
- 28:26–28:31happening with women. Tucker's whole argument is that poetry must reflect reality to survive.
- 28:31–28:33Right, it has to be grounded.
- 28:33–28:37The emergence of women from the domestic sphere into the harsh reality of the modern world,
- 28:37–28:41claiming their own agency, is a central pillar of the cultural shift in the Mathili region.
- 28:41–28:46If a poet ignores this massive awakening and just writes traditional verses about subservient
- 28:46–28:49goddesses, that poetry is fundamentally dishonest.
- 28:49–28:50East July.
- 28:50–28:54A poetry that ignores the woman stepping into the sun is a poetry that is already dead.
- 28:54–29:00That brings us to the final and perhaps most imposing themes of the anthology.
- 29:00–29:04The struggle for equality and survival in these poems isn't just about gender, and
- 29:04–29:06it isn't just about preserving language.
- 29:06–29:14It is about sheer, raw, physical survival in the face of two massive, unyielding adversaries,
- 29:14–29:18political corruption, and the sheer brutality of nature.
- 29:18–29:22These are the twin titans that loom over the entire anthology and they dictate the boundaries
- 29:22–29:23of life in the village.
- 29:23–29:26And here is where I want to be extremely clear with you, our listeners.
- 29:26–29:30The palms we are about to discuss deal heavily with politics.
- 29:30–29:32They reference various ideologies.
- 29:32–29:35As your host, we are absolutely not taking any sides here.
- 29:35–29:36Absolutely not.
- 29:36–29:40partially reporting on the content provided in the anthology to convey the realities the
- 29:40–29:42original authors are trying to express.
- 29:42–29:44Our job is just to look at the mirror they are holding up.
- 29:44–29:45Precisely.
- 29:45–29:50And what's interesting is that the poets themselves seem to view the political system objectively
- 29:50–29:54as a cyclical machine of broken promises regardless of which specific political party holds
- 29:54–29:55power.
- 29:55–29:59They look at the apparatus for politics the same way they look at a weather pattern.
- 29:59–30:02It's just a force of nature.
- 30:02–30:08The anthology introduces poems like Satish Chandra Shah's Chunav, which means elections,
- 30:08–30:13and Rajesh Mohanjha's The Tharnetta, which translates to the stubborn politician.
- 30:13–30:16The imagery here is incredibly bleak.
- 30:16–30:17Very dark.
- 30:17–30:21It describes politicians who intentionally, surgically divide society along the fault
- 30:21–30:25lines of caste and religion just to secure votes.
- 30:25–30:29It paints a picture of leaders hoarding immense wealth while the public literally
- 30:29–30:30starves.
- 30:30–30:34The poetry describes the political system as a demon of corruption.
- 30:34–30:37And this demon awakens every five years when the elections roll around.
- 30:37–30:38Let's block where?
- 30:38–30:42It rises up, creates a fractured society by pitting neighbors against each other, hands
- 30:42–30:46out empty promises, reaps the harvest of votes, and then goes back to sleep for another
- 30:46–30:47five years.
- 30:47–30:48And nothing changes.
- 30:48–30:52And it leaves the infrastructure crumbling, the schools unfunded, and the people impoverished.
- 30:52–30:54The critique is entirely systemic.
- 30:54–30:58It views the entire apparatus as complicit in the suffering of the village.
- 30:58–31:00And that suffering isn't abstract.
- 31:00–31:03It's not just about bad roads or annoying bureaucracy.
- 31:03–31:06It's about physical starvation.
- 31:06–31:11There is a poem by Navin Kumar Asha called Roti, which means bread.
- 31:11–31:12And the imagery here is visceral.
- 31:12–31:13It is devastating.
- 31:13–31:16It is the ultimate distillation of structural failure.
- 31:16–31:20The poem describes a person begging desperately for bread.
- 31:20–31:21Their stomach is empty.
- 31:21–31:23It is demanding an answer.
- 31:23–31:26It is demanding basic biological sustenance.
- 31:26–31:28And what is the response from the societal structure?
- 31:28–31:35A priest hands the starving person religious prasad, a small, sweet offering used in prayers.
- 31:35–31:39It highlights the complete fatal disconnect between the spiritual or political rhetoric
- 31:39–31:42and the urgent physical needs of the people.
- 31:42–31:45It's like handing a drowning man a prayer book instead of a life preserver.
- 31:45–31:46Oh, that's a brilliant way to phrase it.
- 31:46–31:48The prayer book might be beautiful.
- 31:48–31:50It might be culturally significant.
- 31:50–31:53It might even have profound truths in it.
- 31:53–31:58But it completely fails to address the immediate fatal reality of the water filling his lungs.
- 31:58–32:05The poem screams that ideology, rhetoric, and even religion are utterly useless in the face
- 32:05–32:07of pure physical starvation.
- 32:07–32:10You cannot eat an ideology.
- 32:10–32:14And while the politicians represent a human-made disaster, the anthology also brings us face
- 32:14–32:19to face with the rap of nature, which is entirely indifferent to human suffering.
- 32:19–32:22We have to talk about Anjani Kumar Verma's poem regarding the Kosi River.
- 32:22–32:24The Kosi River is infamous in this region.
- 32:24–32:27It's often called the Sorrow of Bihar.
- 32:27–32:28It is.
- 32:28–32:31And this raises an important question, which the poem grapples with.
- 32:31–32:32How do you build a life?
- 32:32–32:36How do you maintain a culture when you live next to a force that routinely destroys everything
- 32:36–32:37you have built?
- 32:37–32:38You're at its mercy.
- 32:38–32:43The Kosi comes down from the Himalayas with terrifying speed, volume, and unpredictability.
- 32:43–32:44It causes absolute devastation.
- 32:44–32:49It wipes out the crops, destroys the homes, drowns the livestock, and instills a deep,
- 32:49–32:51generational trauma in the people.
- 32:51–32:55But the duality of the river is what makes the poetry so complex.
- 32:55–33:00While the coast sea brings total destruction, it ultimately leaves behind the incredibly
- 33:00–33:03fertile silt that the farmers rely on.
- 33:03–33:04They need it to live.
- 33:04–33:05Right.
- 33:05–33:07They have absolutely no choice.
- 33:07–33:11The river destroys their lives, but it also provides the very earth they need to grow
- 33:11–33:14their crops to survive the next year.
- 33:14–33:18So the floodwaters recede, and the farmers inevitably return to the banks of the exact
- 33:18–33:21same river that just wiped them out.
- 33:21–33:25heartbreak. They rebuild the mud huts, they plant their seeds in the fresh salt, and they
- 33:25–33:31wait for the next flood. It's a cycle of trauma and dependence that is almost mythological on its
- 33:31–33:36scale. It is the myth of Sisyphus, played out in real-time agricultural economics. Yeah.
- 33:36–33:41Pushing the boulder up the hill, watching it roll back down and starting over. Yeah.
- 33:41–33:44And doing it all in a language that the rest of the country is slowly forgetting.
- 33:44–33:49When you look at the resilience shown in this poetry facing down fundamentally corrupt
- 33:49–33:54politicians, navigating the hypocrisies of their own societal rituals, fighting for space
- 33:54–33:59in a deeply patriarchal culture, and physically rebuilding their lives after devastating Himalayan
- 33:59–34:02floods, it is awe-inspiring.
- 34:02–34:03It truly is.
- 34:03–34:06And what makes it all the more powerful, what brings this entire deep dive full circle,
- 34:06–34:12is that all of this is captured, documented, and fiercely defended in a language that
- 34:12–34:14is fighting for its own survival.
- 34:14–34:17That is the crux of this entire journey.
- 34:17–34:19emphasizing everything we've looked at today.
- 34:19–34:21The course anthology has revealed a literary world
- 34:21–34:25that is vibrant, angry, intellectually rigorous,
- 34:25–34:26and incredibly fierce.
- 34:26–34:27It's alive.
- 34:27–34:29From the ancient nuances of Rasa theory
- 34:29–34:31and the philosophical depths of Sphoda
- 34:31–34:34to the jarring modern imagery of telecom towers
- 34:34–34:36blocking the ancient sun,
- 34:36–34:38these Mathili poets are fighting tooth and nail
- 34:38–34:40to keep their reality alive on the page.
- 34:40–34:43They are refusing to let the dry mainstream
- 34:43–34:47dictate their truth with sterile, award-winning verses.
- 34:47–34:51They are refusing to let their language become a quiet museum piece that requires a pronunciation
- 34:51–34:53camp to be understood.
- 34:53–34:56They are using poetry as a weapon of record.
- 34:56–34:59And this connects directly to you, the listener.
- 34:59–35:03Because this deep dive reminds us that poetry isn't just pretty words arranged on a page
- 35:03–35:04to sound nice.
- 35:04–35:09It is a vital and sometimes desperate act of documenting existence.
- 35:09–35:14It challenges you to look around your own environment, your own city, your own neighborhood.
- 35:14–35:20What is your local art, your local poetry, saying about your immediate, unvarnished reality?
- 35:20–35:21Is it telling the truth?
- 35:21–35:22Right.
- 35:22–35:25Is it telling the truth about the telecom towers, the rising rent and the broken dreams, or is
- 35:25–35:30it just echoing a comfortable, dry mainstream that ignores the floodwaters rising at your
- 35:30–35:31own door?
- 35:31–35:34It forces you to look at the cracks in your own society.
- 35:34–35:38And it leaves us with a final, provocative thought to mull over.
- 35:38–35:42Gajandalath Hakur warned that poetry written without a deep, honest connection to its
- 35:42–35:45cultural and economic base is ultimately useless.
- 35:45–35:46He did.
- 35:46–35:48But think about the inverse of that.
- 35:48–35:49If a language is actively dying,
- 35:49–35:52if it is being pushed to the very margins of existence
- 35:52–35:56by globalization, perhaps its poetry actually
- 35:56–35:59becomes the most honest mirror of humanity possible.
- 35:59–36:00Because there's no pretense.
- 36:00–36:03Precisely because it has absolutely nothing left to lose.
- 36:03–36:06There is no massive commercial market to please.
- 36:06–36:09There are no lucrative publishing contracts to secure.
- 36:09–36:13There is only the raw urgent need to document.
- 36:13–36:15We were here, we suffered, we loved,
- 36:15–36:16and this is what it felt like.
- 36:16–36:18That's powerful.
- 36:18–36:20So the question I leave you with is this.
- 36:20–36:22What profound, unvarnished truth
- 36:22–36:24are we missing in the world right now?
- 36:24–36:26Simply because they are being written in languages
- 36:26–36:28we're quietly letting slip away.
- 36:28–36:31Keep exploring, keep listening to the voices on the margins
- 36:31–36:33and keep questioning the world around you.
- 36:33–36:35Thanks for joining us on this deep dive.
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यूठ यूठ़ भी आठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ यूठ़ You put a fence around a habitat and boom, you've done your job. Right. But then you step into the world of cultural conservation and suddenly that whole framework just kind of falls apart. It completely dissolves, yeah. Because what does it look like when the endangered species isn't an animal, but like an entire way of seeing the world? What does it actually look like when you're trying to save a language? It is the absolute definition of, well, cultural muddy waters. Because you aren't dealing with a physical habitat anymore. No fences to put up. Exactly. No fences. You're dealing with the human mind. With memory and with economics, and really with the very way people articulate their reality. Right. The whole lens they look through. Yeah. When a language dies, you don't just lose a list of vocabulary words. You lose a highly specific cognitive map of the universe. That is such a striking way to put it. A cognitive map. And you know, you don't use tranquilizer darts to save a language. Right, no you don't. You use words, you use art, you use, well, poetry. And that brings us to the source material for today. When we look at this incredible anthology of Vitya Ha Meith Abhili Padya, which is edited by Gavjendra Thakur, we aren't just reading poems. Not at all. We're looking at a literal linguistic survival manual. And so our mission today is to take a deep dive into how a regional Indian language, Mithili, uses the ancient power of poetry to process just the chaotic collision of modern politics, existential survival, and some incredibly complex literary theory. It's a massive undertaking. I mean, this isn't just, you know, a quiet evening of light reading. Definitely not. This is a cultural battleground. The Kurs anthology shows us a space where ancient Indian poetics, so concepts like Rasa and Dvani, are meeting Western postmodernism head on. It's a heavy mix. It is. doing all of this really high-level theoretical lifting while simultaneously dealing with like the gritty grounded realities of corrupt politicians, devastating river floods, and rapidly changing social hierarchies in the village. Right, and here is the hook for me, honestly. The central irony that just leaped out at me right away when looking at this. Yeah. Why write highly sophisticated, deeply complex poetry in a language that right now currently requires pronunciation camps just so people can speak it properly? Yeah, that is the big question. I mean, Gajendra Thakura points out in his editorial essay that the situation with Mathili has reached this critical point. People literally have to hold instructional camps to teach native speakers how to actually pronounce their own words. It's a stark image, isn't it? Thank you. Almost dystopian. Very much so. Imagine having to go to, like, a work-in seminar just to learn how to roll the syllables of the language your own grandparents spoke natively. It's hard to even wrap your head around. It is, but it frames the entire anthology not as this leisurely artistic endeavor, but as an urgent desperate act of documentation. Right, because time is running out. Exactly. The language's daily natural usage is eroding so quickly beneath the pressure of globalization and, well, dominant national languages that it's essentially on life support. Okay, let's unpack this because Gajendra Thakur opens the book with this fiery, super-provocative editorial essay and he really does not pull his punches when he talks about the Maitrely literary establishment. He really goes after them. He bluntly calls it a dry mainstream. What exactly is he diagnosing there when he says that? He's diagnosing basically a terminal illness of insularity. Insularity. Yeah. Taqour argues that this dry mainstream of Maitrely literature has become completely disconnected from its actual everyday audience. Right. The poetry has essentially become a closed loop. Oh, I see. The writers aren't writing for the farmers or, you know, the students or the people suffering through the annual floods. They're just writing for other writers. A closed loop. So it's basically the 20th century mathilly version of an algorithmic social media echo chamber. That is the absolute perfect analogy. You have writers attending the exact same seminars, sitting in the same literary gatherings and just judging each other's work. Right. Giving out the same praise to the same people. Exactly. And Takur introduces a brilliant, highly critical term for this behavior in the text. He calls it like marketing. Like marketing. Oh, man. That is such a cynical, modern, and just painfully accurate phrase. It really cuts to the core of it. It sounds exactly like what happens on LinkedIn or Twitter today. You know, people just hyping each other up, trading engagements to pad their own resumes. But he's applying it to regional poetry. He is. He's suggesting that the primary motivation for these elite poets isn't to connect with the lived reality of the Moffillie people at all. Then what is it? It's to market their likes to one another, to win state-sponsored literary awards. Wow, okay. Yeah, they write something abstract, their friends praise it, they win a shiny trophy, and they feel like they've meaningfully contributed to the culture. When they really haven't. Exactly. Haker argues that because this work lacks a deep, intrinsic connection to the actual soil and sweat of the region, it's completely sterile. It's just a performance. Right. People might speak monthly at these award banquets, sure. But if the village base of the language disappears, because the poetry doesn't speak to them, the language itself is doomed. Yeah, regardless of how many trophies the elites hand each other. Precisely. But wait, let me push back on this for a second. Sure. If the language is actively losing its economic cultural base, right? If the everyday readership is practically zero and you literally have to set up pronunciation camps to keep the spoken word alive, isn't writing incredibly dense theoretical poetry like what talker is curating here? Isn't that just another vanity project? That's a silly question. I mean, if the patient is literally bleeding out on the table, why are we debating the philosophical aesthetics of the scalpel? Isn't Taqour just creating a different, maybe more intellectual echo chamber? That is the exact tension this entire project wrestles with. And Tucker's defense against that is profoundly compelling, I think. What's his argument? He argues that poetry, true poetry, is not a commercial product meant to just capture a market share. He views it as a biological and cultural necessity. Okay, a necessity. Yes. He makes the case that even if the language is struggling for survival, importing fake borrowed foreign sensibilities won't save it. Right, you can't just slap a trendy topic on it. Exactly. You can't just slap an imported cosmopolitan theme onto a dying language and expect it to magically revitalize the culture from the ground up. Because it's fundamentally dishonest to the reality of the people living there. It's like trying to treat a localized infection with a completely unrelated medicine just because the medicine happens to be popular overseas. Precisely. That's a great way to look at it. To be vital, the poetry must reflect the genuine local reality of the Mothili people. actual lived experience. Right. It has to encompass their struggles with poverty, with the changing agricultural landscape, with floods, and with their own specific history. Yeah. If the poetry doesn't have its roots firmly planted in the socioeconomic mud of the region, it becomes useless. Takor warns that if poets just write about abstract international events or imported ideologies without connecting them directly to the local soil, the poetry loses its edge. It becomes dull. He specifically says it becomes blunted. Blunted. Wow. And to capture that local reality, to really sharpen that edge, Takru doesn't just rely on raw, unrefined emotion. That's the part that really surprised me on the source. Oh, he goes much deeper than that. He uses some incredibly sophisticated, globally sourced, intellectual tools to dissect these local poems. The leap from the local village reality to high-level literary theory is entirely seamless in his analysis. It's a complete collision of worlds. I mean we are talking about blending the ancient Indian poetics of Parada Muni and Andhra Varhana with Western theory from Aristotle, Plato, and Roland Barthes. Oh yeah. He literally invokes Balthas' concept of the death of the author to analyze Mantheli poetry. It felt to me like someone using a multi-billion dollar quantum supercomputer to analyze like the ink strokes on a handwritten letter from a farmer. That's quite an image. Why use such massive heavy machinery on something so intimate and local? Because that supercomputer validates the complexity of the Mathili experience. Ah, I see. Thakur is proving that the local is universal. By applying global literary theory, he's refusing to let Mathili literature be treated as some quaint, primitive, regional curiosity. Right, it's not just folk art. Exactly. He is saying our floodwaters, our corrupt politicians, our changing villages, These are worthy of the exact same rigorous philosophical analysis as Shakespeare or Homer. That makes total sense. He's demanding intellectual respect for the culture. So if we're firing up the supercomputer, we have to start with the ancient Indian theories, because they really form the bedrock of his critique. Let's talk about the Rasa and Johnny theories. Let's do it. The Rasa theory, which originates with Parada Muni in the ancient nācāśāstra is fundamentally about aesthetic flavor. The core idea is that human beings possess stāhi pāvas. These are permanent latent emotions that are just hardwired into our psychology. Like what? Like love, grief, anger, or fear. Right. So the baseline emotional frequencies we all carry around, they're just sitting there dormant until something triggers them. Exactly. And rasa is the process by which those permanent emotions are stimulated by a a piece of art combined with other transient feelings and then thicken or boil to create an aesthetic flavor that the audience can actually taste or experience. Oh wow. It's not just feeling sad, it's experiencing the pure refined essence of sorrow through the art stripped of its real world sting. I love that. So it's essentially like a culinary process for the soul. It's exactly it. You take the raw ingredients, the dormant emotions in the reader, you apply the heat of the poetry, You add the spices of the specific words, the rhythm, the context, and you get this rich complex reduction, this sauce. And that sauce is the rasa. That is a brilliant way to conceptualize it. You're consuming the distilled essence of an emotion. And then you pair that with the divani theory by an Anna Verthana. Right, how do those connect? If rasa is the flavor of the dish, divani is the aroma that lingers in the room. Ooh, I like that. It is the theory of implied or hidden meaning. Anandavirtana argued that the highest form of poetry doesn't just state things directly. It doesn't just say, I am sad. Right. It creates a structure of words where the literal explicit meaning is really just a stepping stone. The literal meaning points to a much deeper, unstated, implied meaning. The subtext. Yes, the resonance, the reverberation of the words. That is where the true soul of the poetry lives. Okay, I'm with you on rasa and funny. But here's where my brain kind of short circuited when reading the text. Fakur dives into the sfoda theory. Oh, yes, the sfoda theory. And he explicitly connects this fifth century Indian linguistic philosophy by Partrahari to the 20th century Western concepts of deconstruction by Jacques de Rita. It's quite a leap. How does a fifth century Sanskrit grammarian link up with a 1960s French philosopher? Well, what's fascinating here is that they were both wrestling with the exact same fundamental problem. How do words actually contain meaning? Okay. Let's break down this photo theory first. Partrahori argued that meaning doesn't actually exist in the individual letters or even the individual sounds of a word as you're speaking it. Really? Think about it. When I say the word apple, the sound A, the sound P, the sound, none of those isolated sounds hold the concept of an apple. Right. If I just walk around saying, poopoo, no one thinks of fruit. Exactly. The meaning is held in a state of potential. It's only when the word or the sentence is entirely completed that the meaning suddenly bursts forth into the mind of the listener. It bursts forth. Yes. In fact, the word sphoda literally translates to bursting or popping or blooming. Oh, it's like watching a Polaroid picture develop. Oh yes, great comparison. The individual blurry shapes and chemical smudges don't mean anything on their own, but the second the chemical process finishes, the shapes unify and boom, the image is suddenly there in your mind. That is exactly it. During the physical act of communication, the spoken words are just vehicles. They are vibrations constantly being created and destroyed in the air. Right. The meaning is conveyed, but the letters themselves have no independent physical existence of meaning until the completion of the thought. Now, let's connect that to Derrida in deconstruction. Yes, please, because Derrida is notoriously dense. Derrida's concept of difference, spelled with an A, argues that meaning is always deferred. It's always reliant on the differences between words. And it is never fully statically present in a single isolated sign. So it's always shifting. Exactly. Just like Barchahari saying the Pian apple doesn't mean apple, Derrida says a word only means something because of its relationship to other words. And the ultimate meaning is always slightly pushed down the road until the context is complete. Wow. Taku uses these twin theories, one ancient Eastern, one modern Western, to show that Mothili poetry isn't just reciting facts. It is manipulating the very fabric of how meaning bursts into the mind of the reader. It's incredible to see that level of linguistic philosophy used to frame regional poetry. But, you know, Tucker doesn't just leave this theory floating in the academic clouds. He brings the supercomputer right down to the riverbank. He really grounds it. He applies these lenses to analyze a poem called Jethi Kare, which is about the Kare river flooding. Yes, and this is where the theoretical heavy lifting really pays off for the reader. So the poem looks at the Kera River. It floods in the morning. It overflows its banks. It reaches the official danger mark. That's the literal reading. The water is high. But then, Takuro applies structuralism to it. He points out that the symbol of the danger level means something completely different depending on the generation viewing it. This is a perfect example of shifting signifiers. For the older generation in the village, the flood warning level was a massive, terrifying event. It meant catastrophe. It meant the imminent destruction of their crops, the loss of their homes, a direct threat to their survival. It triggered the rasa of fear and profound tragedy. But for the youth. Right. Takuro points out that due to continuous normalized flooding over the decades, perhaps due to the failure of infrastructure or changing climate patterns, the new generation looks at that exact same danger mark and just sees everyday life. That is so bleak. The danger has been completely normalized. What was once a mortal threat is now just the baseline reality for the youth. The structuralist reading shows how the symbol of the danger mark has completely shifted its meaning. The water level hasn't changed, but the cultural cognition of the water has. And this proves Takara's point beautifully. The theoretical framework actually helps us understand the psychological toll of the changing physical landscape. The trauma of the flood has literally rewired how the community interprets symbols of danger. Man, so if the theoretical danger mark of the river has been normalized, what happens when the actual physical landscape of the village changes? Because the water isn't the only thing rising in these poems. We're seeing concrete rising too. The anthology captures this profound collision between traditional village life and the invasion of modernity. Let's talk about Ravi Pusan Pathak's poem about the festival of Chath. Chath is a major deeply traditional sun worship festival in the region. Historically, the imagery associated with Jaff is intensely natural. Very pure, very pastoral. Yes. The sun god is traditionally seen rising behind nature, behind a sacred grove of trees, over a pristine pond, or across an open agricultural field. It's a pure communion between the worshiper, the water, and the sun. But Path X poem violently shatters that traditional image. He writes about where the sun god is rising now, and the imagery here is brilliant because it's just so jarring. It really is. The sun isn't rising behind a sacred grove anymore. It's rising behind a massive steel telecom tower, or it's rising behind the newly built two-story concrete house of the local doctor. Or, most significantly, it's rising from behind the delete settlement, the historically marginalized community in the village. That is an absolute masterclass in using imagery to document socioeconomic upheaval. Why is the sun rising behind a telecom tower? Because things are changing. because the telecom tower represents the unstoppable, unfeeling march of urbanization and globalization slicing right through the sacred ancient landscape. The signal from the tower is the new god in the sky. Right. And why the doctor's two-story house. Because that concrete structure represents the new economic elite replacing the old agrarian elite. Wealth isn't about land anymore. It's about modern professions and concrete. And the sun rising behind the dollot settlement. represents a massive seismic shift in the social hierarchy, it suggests that power, visibility, and perhaps the future itself are shifting toward the communities that were previously pushed to the literal and metaphorical margins of the village. The sun, which is the ultimate symbol of power and divinity in this festival, is now illuminating the changing power structures of the modern village. The sacred has been completely overlaid by the socio-economic reality. You can't worship the old guys without staring directly at the new inequalities. It's a landscape of broken illusions. And while speaking of illusions, let's look at Balram Saa's poem, Ayake Nien Tutigel, which translates to, or did my sleep break. This poem hits so hard because it plays with the desperate utopian hopes of the people. It creates a beautiful vision of the village first. A profoundly moral vision. Right. There is this incredible dream sequence. The poet dreams that a poor widow in the village actually receives her government housing allotment without having to pay a bribe to a corrupt official. The miracle in itself. Right. And he dreams of a village that sits down together to solve its own disputes peacefully without having to drag everyone through the corrupt police stations or endless court battles. He dreams of a wedding taking place purely out of love and mutual respect, completely free from the toxic, crushing, financially ruinous burden of the dowry system. It's a vision of a functional, deeply empathetic society. It's exactly what modern political policies promise, but continually fail to deliver. It's the utopia they are told they are voting for. But then comes the emotional gut punch. The poet wakes up, it was all just a dream, none of it is real. The widow is still being extorted for her own housing money, the village is still tearing itself apart with petty conflicts, and the dowry system is still ruining families. So what does this all mean? It's devastating. When I read that, it really made me think about our own political discourse. Are our visions for a fair and just society just dreams we use to comfort ourselves while the reality remains hopelessly broken? Are we just sedating ourselves with hope? That is the exact, uncomfortable question the poet wants you to ask. The poem acts as a mirror, reflecting the vast chasm between the idealized rhetoric of progress, the idea that modernity will inevitably save us, and the cynical, stagnant reality on the ground. It's a harsh awakening. It is. The utopian dream actually highlights the profound tragedy of the waking world. You only dream of a bribe-free house if bribery is suffocating your daily existence. You dream about water when you're dying of thirst, and if the dreams of a pure, village or shattered the reality of village life is often depicted as absurd, chaotic, and sometimes deeply hypocritical. I want to look at how this plays out in the daily rituals of the people because there is this brilliant poem by Rajesh Mohanja Gunjan called Mudanak Boj or the Tonsher Feast. Ah yes, this is where the anthology shifts into brilliant dark satire. I cannot stop thinking about this Tonsher Feast scene because it is just brilliantly chaotic. A tonsure ceremony is supposed to be this sacred, organized rite of passage, shaving a child's head for the first time. Very solemn, very traditional. But in this poem, it's the middle of the brutal summer heat. The logistical arrangements have completely fallen apart. You have all these educated elites, engineers, and teachers, people who think highly of their own status sitting in the dark because the power grid has failed. Which happens all the time. Yes, they are sweating profusely and they are reduced to desperately eating hot, sticky jalapees and spicy vegetables with their bare hands in the dark. It completely strips away all the veneer of modern sophistication. Totally strips it away. The heat, the disorganization, the sensory overload, the failing infrastructure. It reduces everyone, regardless of their social standing or education, to a state of desperate, messy consumption. Just eating in the dark. Right. They're just sweaty bodies trying to eat sweet food in the dark. It's a hilarious, sharp, satirical image of modern society's inability to gracefully manage its own traditions when the basic infrastructure of life is collapsing around them. But the tone shifts dramatically when we move from the comedy of a feast to the ritual surrounding death. Let's explore Ravi Pushan Paphak's multi-part poem, Marano Parent, which means after death. This poem tackles the funeral of an elder at Samaria Ghat, a sacred cremation site on the banks of the Ganges. This is where the dark comedy transitions into profound, uncomfortable tragedy. It really does. The poem forces the reader to confront how heavily bureaucratized and monetized the act of mourning has become. The specifics listed in the poem are staggering to read. An elder family member has died. But instead of an atmosphere's spiritual reflection, the family is frantically calculating the exact number of wooden logs needed for the pyre. Doing math at a funeral. Yes. They are measuring the precise amount of ghee required to ensure the fire burns correctly. They are haggling and arguing over the exact 1,001 rupees demanded by the priests and the Dom, the traditional crematorium workers, to perform the rites. It reads less like a solemn farewell and more like a morbid accounting ledger. If we connect this to the bigger picture, the poem is doing something devastatingly observant. It highlights the absolute hypocrisy of the attendees. So instead of mourning the deceased, the relatives are gossiping. They're whispering about the menu for the upcoming funeral feast. They are complaining that the food preparations were ruined by stray dogs. Oh, wow. Yeah. They're using the gathering to establish social dominance and settle old family scores. The sacredness of the Ganges and the slumnity of death are completely overshadowed by petty grievances and the transactional nickel and dime nature of the rituals. But let me push back a little bit here. Isn't that just human nature? I mean, my own grandmother passed away a few years ago. And I distinctly remember half the family arguing in the hallway about the catering for the wake and who was gonna pick up the relatives from the airport. Right, the admin of death. Exactly. When tragedy strikes, we often lean on logistics to keep ourselves from falling apart. Isn't the poet just describing the inevitable reality of how humans cope with death through administration? That is a very fair point. And yes, logistics are a universal coping mechanism to stave off the abyss of grief. But the critical analysis in the anthology makes a vital distinction here. OK, what is it? The argument is that the poet isn't just neutrally observing a coping mechanism. He is specifically critiquing the erosion of empathy in modern society. The critique is that the logistics haven't just distracted from the grief. They have entirely replaced it. Wow. So they aren't hiding their sadness behind the logistics. They just aren't sad. Exactly. The transactional nature of haggling over the 1,001 rupees and the exact weight of the ghee has completely commodified the soul's departure. The attendees are merely performing a social obligation. Their minds are entirely focused on their own status, their own wallets, and their own appetites. That's haunting. It is the performance of mourning without the presence of grief. That is a chilling distinction. And you know, while the men in these poems are busy arguing over funeral logs, the exact weight of the ghee, and the menu for the feast, the anthology highlights a completely different revolution happening simultaneously. Yes, a very important one. It brings forward the historically silenced yet fiercely emerging voices of women in this changing landscape. The anthology dedicates significant attention to feminist critiques within Mathilli poetry, which represents a massive tectonic paradigm shift for this traditionally patriarchal society. We also have to talk about Dr. Shea Felika Verma's poem, Virhata, which means the creator. The opening line alone is a shock to the system. It is so powerful. It goes, I am a woman, this is not a crime. Or in my theory. Hom nari chi e'a pra dhamata naiha. That line sets a tone of defiance that is completely different from the traditional, subservient depictions of women in older literature. It is a radical deconstruction of the traditional patriarchal structure. Historically, Mathili society, like many traditional societies, frankly placed women on a pedestal. They called them goddesses, they worshiped their purity, they wrote endless poems about their grace. But that pedestal was essentially a well decorated prison. A gilded cage. Society elevated them to the status of deities, only to demand silent suffering, total self-sacrifice and unquestioning obedience. You are a goddess, therefore you cannot complain about your earthly suffering. It's the classic trap of patriarchal reverence. We revere you so much that you aren't allowed to have a voice, a flaw, or an independent human desire. But Verma's poem violently rejects this standard. She doesn't want to be a pure suffering goddess anymore. The imagery she uses is striking. The poem describes the woman physically stepping out of the shadows of the home. Into the light. Yes. She rejects the pristine, untouched purity standard and walks out into the harsh baking sun. She is claiming the physical world, the reality of sweat and labor and visible existence for herself. She is demanding to be a human being in the world, not a symbol in a house. And then comes the ultimate declaration. She declares her own existence with the Sanskrit phrase, a humbremosme. Let's unpack the cultural weight of that phrase because for a woman to say that in this context seems practically blasphemous to the old guard, it is incredibly disruptive. Aham Brahmazmi translates roughly to I am Brahman or I am the creator. The ultimate truth. Yes, in ancient Hindu philosophy, the Opanashats, this is the ultimate realization of the self as identical to the universe, the divine reality. It is the highest spiritual truth. For a woman in this highly traditional patriarchal context to claim Aham Brahmazmi is for her to completely bypass the patriarchal intermediaries. She doesn't need the priest, the husband, or the father to connect her to the divine. Exactly. She is claiming direct, unmediated divinity and creative power for herself. She is no longer the submissive creation, she is the vidhata, the creator herself. She holds the universe within her. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about the cultural weight of that phrase being weaponized for feminist liberation. How does this connect back to Gajendra Thakur's broader mission for the Samhology? Why is this poem essential to his critique of the dry mainstream? Because you cannot dismantle the dry mainstream without reflecting the true socioeconomic changes happening with women. Tucker's whole argument is that poetry must reflect reality to survive. Right, it has to be grounded. The emergence of women from the domestic sphere into the harsh reality of the modern world, claiming their own agency, is a central pillar of the cultural shift in the Mathili region. If a poet ignores this massive awakening and just writes traditional verses about subservient goddesses, that poetry is fundamentally dishonest. East July. A poetry that ignores the woman stepping into the sun is a poetry that is already dead. That brings us to the final and perhaps most imposing themes of the anthology. The struggle for equality and survival in these poems isn't just about gender, and it isn't just about preserving language. It is about sheer, raw, physical survival in the face of two massive, unyielding adversaries, political corruption, and the sheer brutality of nature. These are the twin titans that loom over the entire anthology and they dictate the boundaries of life in the village. And here is where I want to be extremely clear with you, our listeners. The palms we are about to discuss deal heavily with politics. They reference various ideologies. As your host, we are absolutely not taking any sides here. Absolutely not. partially reporting on the content provided in the anthology to convey the realities the original authors are trying to express. Our job is just to look at the mirror they are holding up. Precisely. And what's interesting is that the poets themselves seem to view the political system objectively as a cyclical machine of broken promises regardless of which specific political party holds power. They look at the apparatus for politics the same way they look at a weather pattern. It's just a force of nature. The anthology introduces poems like Satish Chandra Shah's Chunav, which means elections, and Rajesh Mohanjha's The Tharnetta, which translates to the stubborn politician. The imagery here is incredibly bleak. Very dark. It describes politicians who intentionally, surgically divide society along the fault lines of caste and religion just to secure votes. It paints a picture of leaders hoarding immense wealth while the public literally starves. The poetry describes the political system as a demon of corruption. And this demon awakens every five years when the elections roll around. Let's block where? It rises up, creates a fractured society by pitting neighbors against each other, hands out empty promises, reaps the harvest of votes, and then goes back to sleep for another five years. And nothing changes. And it leaves the infrastructure crumbling, the schools unfunded, and the people impoverished. The critique is entirely systemic. It views the entire apparatus as complicit in the suffering of the village. And that suffering isn't abstract. It's not just about bad roads or annoying bureaucracy. It's about physical starvation. There is a poem by Navin Kumar Asha called Roti, which means bread. And the imagery here is visceral. It is devastating. It is the ultimate distillation of structural failure. The poem describes a person begging desperately for bread. Their stomach is empty. It is demanding an answer. It is demanding basic biological sustenance. And what is the response from the societal structure? A priest hands the starving person religious prasad, a small, sweet offering used in prayers. It highlights the complete fatal disconnect between the spiritual or political rhetoric and the urgent physical needs of the people. It's like handing a drowning man a prayer book instead of a life preserver. Oh, that's a brilliant way to phrase it. The prayer book might be beautiful. It might be culturally significant. It might even have profound truths in it. But it completely fails to address the immediate fatal reality of the water filling his lungs. The poem screams that ideology, rhetoric, and even religion are utterly useless in the face of pure physical starvation. You cannot eat an ideology. And while the politicians represent a human-made disaster, the anthology also brings us face to face with the rap of nature, which is entirely indifferent to human suffering. We have to talk about Anjani Kumar Verma's poem regarding the Kosi River. The Kosi River is infamous in this region. It's often called the Sorrow of Bihar. It is. And this raises an important question, which the poem grapples with. How do you build a life? How do you maintain a culture when you live next to a force that routinely destroys everything you have built? You're at its mercy. The Kosi comes down from the Himalayas with terrifying speed, volume, and unpredictability. It causes absolute devastation. It wipes out the crops, destroys the homes, drowns the livestock, and instills a deep, generational trauma in the people. But the duality of the river is what makes the poetry so complex. While the coast sea brings total destruction, it ultimately leaves behind the incredibly fertile silt that the farmers rely on. They need it to live. Right. They have absolutely no choice. The river destroys their lives, but it also provides the very earth they need to grow their crops to survive the next year. So the floodwaters recede, and the farmers inevitably return to the banks of the exact same river that just wiped them out. heartbreak. They rebuild the mud huts, they plant their seeds in the fresh salt, and they wait for the next flood. It's a cycle of trauma and dependence that is almost mythological on its scale. It is the myth of Sisyphus, played out in real-time agricultural economics. Yeah. Pushing the boulder up the hill, watching it roll back down and starting over. Yeah. And doing it all in a language that the rest of the country is slowly forgetting. When you look at the resilience shown in this poetry facing down fundamentally corrupt politicians, navigating the hypocrisies of their own societal rituals, fighting for space in a deeply patriarchal culture, and physically rebuilding their lives after devastating Himalayan floods, it is awe-inspiring. It truly is. And what makes it all the more powerful, what brings this entire deep dive full circle, is that all of this is captured, documented, and fiercely defended in a language that is fighting for its own survival. That is the crux of this entire journey. emphasizing everything we've looked at today. The course anthology has revealed a literary world that is vibrant, angry, intellectually rigorous, and incredibly fierce. It's alive. From the ancient nuances of Rasa theory and the philosophical depths of Sphoda to the jarring modern imagery of telecom towers blocking the ancient sun, these Mathili poets are fighting tooth and nail to keep their reality alive on the page. They are refusing to let the dry mainstream dictate their truth with sterile, award-winning verses. They are refusing to let their language become a quiet museum piece that requires a pronunciation camp to be understood. They are using poetry as a weapon of record. And this connects directly to you, the listener. Because this deep dive reminds us that poetry isn't just pretty words arranged on a page to sound nice. It is a vital and sometimes desperate act of documenting existence. It challenges you to look around your own environment, your own city, your own neighborhood. What is your local art, your local poetry, saying about your immediate, unvarnished reality? Is it telling the truth? Right. Is it telling the truth about the telecom towers, the rising rent and the broken dreams, or is it just echoing a comfortable, dry mainstream that ignores the floodwaters rising at your own door? It forces you to look at the cracks in your own society. And it leaves us with a final, provocative thought to mull over. Gajandalath Hakur warned that poetry written without a deep, honest connection to its cultural and economic base is ultimately useless. He did. But think about the inverse of that. If a language is actively dying, if it is being pushed to the very margins of existence by globalization, perhaps its poetry actually becomes the most honest mirror of humanity possible. Because there's no pretense. Precisely because it has absolutely nothing left to lose. There is no massive commercial market to please. There are no lucrative publishing contracts to secure. There is only the raw urgent need to document. We were here, we suffered, we loved, and this is what it felt like. That's powerful. So the question I leave you with is this. What profound, unvarnished truth are we missing in the world right now? Simply because they are being written in languages we're quietly letting slip away. Keep exploring, keep listening to the voices on the margins and keep questioning the world around you. Thanks for joining us on this deep dive.