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Wednesday, September 24, 2014


 National Seminar on
Dalit Literature: Identity, Gender and Culture
Sponsored by
Dept. of Collegiate Education, Kerala
9th October 2014
Organized by


Dalit consciousness has been evoked and its movements have been revitalized by the articulation and representations of their experiences paving way for the growth of Dalit literary discourses. The seminar aims at tracing the reverberations of the identity, gender and culture in Dalit literature reversing the centrality and marginality of mainstream literature for the benefit of students, researchers and teachers of Humanities. It shall showcase the multiple perspectives on Identity, gender and culture of Dalit literature and analyze the voices as well as the harrowing experiences of the unprivileged. It shall offer a platform for meaningful discussions and deliberations on cultural and literary identities of the Dalits.
·         Dalit literature and theoretical foundations
·         Cultural and literary identity of Dalits
·         The voice of the downtrodden
·         Ambedkar and Gandhi in Dalit perspective
·         Growth and evaluation of Dalit literature
·         Concerns in Dalit discourses
·         Dalit literary theory
·         Other related areas
·         Last date for submission of abstracts (soft copy)           :  3rd October 2014
·         Faculties who attend the seminar with full papers will be given opportunity to present their papers. However, a further date for the final submission of the revised paper will be intimated later. Authentic and unpublished papers will be considered for publishing as a book with ISBN.

·         Title: Bold; Times New Roman, Paper size: A4, Font: 12, Double spaced.
·         Abstract: 200 words
·         Paper: 2500-3000 words
·         References should be as per the 7th edition of MLA Handbook.
·         All texts cited should be listed in the Works Cited section at the end of the paper with proper bibliographic details. Also add ‘print’ for printed sources and website URL for e-citations.
Please E-mail your abstracts and papers to gcmengdpt@gmail.com or thomasvlukose@ymail.com


Seminar convener:              Mr. Thomas V. L, Asst. Professor. Ph: 9447955360
Joint conveners:                  Dr. Denny Joseph Asst. Professor and Head. Mobile: 09656346799.
Mr. Shibu K J, Asst. Professor. Ph: 9746826188

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Indian Writing

Get ready to prepare your assignments and submit them in time. Remember to Write the the following details clearly in your assignment

On the top

  • Title of the Paper
  • Title of the assignment
At the end in one line
Submitted by
  • Your Name, Class and Roll No
  • Your Exam Register Number

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Hunger : Jayanta Mahapatra

It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,
trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his words
sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.
I saw his white bone thrash his eyes.

I followed him across the sprawling sands,
my mind thumping in the flesh's sling.
Hope lay perhaps in burning the house I lived in.
Silence gripped my sleeves; his body clawed at the froth
his old nets had only dragged up from the seas.

In the flickering dark his lean-to opened like a wound.
The wind was I, and the days and nights before.
Palm fronds scratched my skin. Inside the shack
an oil lamp splayed the hours bunched to those walls.
Over and over the sticky soot crossed the space of my mind.

I heard him say: My daughter, she's just turned fifteen...
Feel her. I'll be back soon, your bus leaves at nine.
The sky fell on me, and a father's exhausted wile.
Long and lean, her years were cold as rubber.
She opened her wormy legs wide. I felt the hunger there,
the other one, the fish slithering, turning inside
Jayanta Mahapatra

Marriages Are Made :Eunice deSouza

 My cousin Elena
 is to be married
 The formalities
 have been completed:
 her family history examined
 for T.B. and madness
 her father declared solvent
 her eyes examined for squints
 her teeth for cavities
 her stools for the possible
 non-Brahmin worm.
 She's not quite tall enough
 and not quite full enough
 (children will take care of that)
 Her complexion it was decided
 would compensate, being just about
 the right shade
 of rightness
 to do justice to
 Francisco X. Noronha Prabhu
 good son of Mother Church.
-- Eunice deSouza

Extended Family : A K Ramanujan

 Yet like grandfather
  I bathe before the village crow
  the dry chlorine water
  my only Ganges
  the naked Chicago bulb
  a cousin of the Vedic sun
  slap soap on my back
  like father
  and think
  in proverbs
  like me
  I wipe myself dry
  with an unwashed
  Sears turkish towel
  like mother
  I hear faint morning song
  (though here it sounds
  and three clear strings
  through kitchen
  like my little daughter
  I play shy
  hand over crotch
  my body not yet full
  of thoughts novels
  and children
  I hold my peepee
  like my little son
  play garden hose
  in and out
  the bathtub
  like my grandson
  I look up
  at myself
  like my great
  I am not yet
  may never be
  my future
  on several
  to come

Spoiling the Name : Kamala Das

I have a name, had it for thirty
Years, chosen by someone else
For convenience, but when you say
Don't spoil your name, I feel I
Must laugh, for I know I have a life
To be lived, and each nameless
Corpuscle in me, has its life to
Be lived . . . why should this name, so
Sweet-sounding, enter at all the room
Where I go to meet a man
Who gives me nothing but himself, who
Calls me in his private hours
By no name, or the city's dusty
Streets where on afternoons
I walk, looking for old books, antiques,
And new thrills that might come my
Way? Why should I remember or bear
That sweet-sounding name, pinned to
Me, a medal, undeservingly
Gained, at moments when, all of
Me is ablaze with life ? You ask of
Me a silly thing. Carry
This gift of a name like a corpse and
Totter beneath its weight
And perhaps even fall... I who love
This gift of life more than all!

Kamala Das