Subject: RE: (no subject)
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 19:13:27 +0530



watching her daughter break rules
amidst refrains of disapproval
hoping to find solutions?

a young sachaalu's eyes
look out of the mother's lined face

was i ever young
was i ever strong
 at the sunset of a dutiful life..
relieved only by petty indulgences
allowed by the highways of convention

my convictions shake
fueled by the memories
of a hundred loving lullabies
a hundred heartfelt hugs
a hundred lessons in patience 
a thousand hours spent in story telling..

we cannot be on opposite sides...
i am you and you are me
always
always



"what is "fiction"
what is "real"

            radheya is born but
un
born
for

kunti in her guilt
relinquished motherhood

for legitimate
woman
hood

in the service of a patriarchal legitimacy that
erases

radheya's reality and fiction

existence

true motherhood
is
scary

will fight injustice

motherhood thus constantly is re-
placed
by the mother's role

as in the name of the Father and the Son

mother's remain complicit

in forgetting,
dis-
membering
and not
re-membering....

our re- membering is thus waylayed
pushed aside
in to
virtual and imagined spaces

in our il
legitimacy
lies our painful honesty

durga and kali
scribing
outside
the lines
outside the pages


inbetween the cracks of conformity...."