The Act of Petty Man-Children: Annada Sankar Ray’s Rhymes Lamenting the Partition
A rhyme which questions the logic of partition and mocks the “man-child” who engineered it, introducing children to the inane world of adults.
Annada Sankar Ray (1904 — 2002) was a Bengali and Odia poet and essayist. Best known for his rhymes, his work covers a range of diverse social and cultural topics including a famous travelogue focused on Europe. The themes of his rhymes contain social and political commentary as well as scenes from the everyday.
We bring you one of his rhymes titled “Khoka O Khuku,” in which he questions the logic of partition and mocks the “man-child” who engineered it. He sketches a vivid imagery of what life in the 1940s must have looked like, and lists the various people and institutions that would be ripped apart due to this vicious act of partition. What a bridge between the world of politics and that of young children, introducing them early on to the inane world of adults!
Khoka O Khuku Annada Sankar Rayteler shishi bhanglo bole
khukur pore raag koro
tomra je shob buro khoka
bharot bhenge bhaag korotaar bela tar bela taar bela
bhangcho prodesh bhangcho jela
jomi joma ghor baari
paater aarot dhaner golakaarkhana aar relgaari
taar bela tar bela taar bela
chaayer bagaan koyla khoni
college thana office ghorchair table deyal ghori
pion police professor
juddho jahar jongi motor
kaman bimaan ossho uutbhagabhagir bhanga bhangir
cholche jeno hori luut
taar bela tar bela taar bela
teler shishi bhanglo bolekhukur pore raag koro
tomra je shob buro khoka
bharot bhenge bhaag koro
taar bela tar bela taar bela
What About? Annada Sankar RayWhen the little child breaks the vial of oil,
she incurs your wrath as if it were an act of despoil…
What about the many ways in which
you petty man-children have broken up India, so verdant and rich
What about that?
You’ve torn apart the cities and streets,
you haven’t spared the villages and districts,
people’s land, their houses and homes,
nor did you spare the factories, trains and paddy domes,
What about those?
The tea plantations and the fields of coal,
the chairs, the tables, the clocks on the wall
the colleges, the police stations, the offices and more
you’ve even divided the peon, the police officer, and the professor!
What about them?
The warships and the tanks,
The canons, the planes, perhaps even the guns with blanks?
With all the barbaric breaking, barricading and brawling,
you’ve managed to divide the horses and camels to boot….
It will all be a fantastic loot!
What about these?
When the little child breaks the vial of oil,
she incurs your wrath as if it were an act of despoil…
What about the many ways in which
you petty man-children have broken up India, so verdant and rich
What about that?
Translation by Debasmita Boral