I spent the entire day today waiting for poetry. Three books of poetry. These were shipped by Paperwall in Bombay. Although the India Post website has not updated the fate of the poetry since July 31st, I was confident that I would receive them today. After all, they had been posted on July 30th. However, the poetry did not reach me. And by end of day today, the tracking update is still stuck at Kandivali sorting office. If I don’t receive them by tomorrow, I can only contact Paperwall on Monday since they don’t work on weekends.
My heart is all kinds of sad about this. I was waiting the entire week in gleeful anticipation of returning home to a poetry parcel and when it did not come in yesterday, I told myself that it would definitely reach me today. That was not to be. Like I said, sad.
So, let me distract myself and tell you about my trysts with poetry and about my accidental discovery of Paperwall one feverish dawn when I found myself in a frantic quest for Eunice de Souza’s work.
I was faintly made aware of my awful ignorance about all things poetry during a session on poetry writing at a writing workshop I attended in 2017. While I had heard and read a few works of Agha Shahid Ali and was vaguely aware of names such as Arundhati Subramaniam, I hadn’t really read any Indian poets in English. During the session, I was made aware of Keki Daruwala and Arvind Mehrotra. And then Eunice de Souza passed away and I learnt of her work through all the obits. I felt quite unhappy and unfortunate that it took her death for me to even hear of her work.
So, anyway, holding on to the awareness that I was missing out on some good poetry, I set about remedying it. I got Agha Shahid Ali’s most famous ‘A Country Without a Post Office’ and read it. They were great, but were not impactful enough to leave me wanting for more. I tried reading Arundhati Subramaniam, but that too did not move me. So, my poetry project lay abandoned.
I then discovered the work of Pat Schneider through The Alipore Post. Her poem ‘The Patience of Ordinary Things’ spoke to me gently and kindly. I made my sister purchase all her books for me and she carried them from the US to India. But, I did not find any of her other poetry quite as meaningful for the contexts I inhabited. I did appreciate her life’s story, her lived experiences of trauma and the mentoring support she provides to other people in their quest to heal. But, still, it did not fuel me into doing too much with her work and my enthusiasm for poetry slowly fizzled out.
It saw a brief spurt of resurgence when I stumbled upon Michael Creighton’s sweet little New Delhi Love Songs and I wondered if this was all there was to it and wishing there was more poetry about things that I identified with. But, I couldn’t find more.
Until I discovered Akhil Katyal. And boy, did his work grab me in a joyful embrace and speak to me in the way that I longed to be spoken to. May be it is because his work is such a sharp commentary on the politics of today. May be it is because his oeuvre mainly comprises Indo-Pak relations, and the urbanity of a city like Delhi – all presented in an easily relatable mix of Hindi and English, which are all of the things that I hold close to my heart. Especially now. Especially, in these so very very troubling times that frequently reduce me to a crying mess about where we stand as a country today. And Akhil knows how to wrap all of this in a pithy verse or two, which he then proceeds to make so generously available on Twitter and Instagram. Whatever, the reasons, Akhil Katyal has opened the floodgates of poetry to me. He is the Amit Trivedi of poetry for me. I am such a fan.
His book ‘How Many Countries Does the Indus Cross’ is the first poetry book that I have wholeheartedly enjoyed and immersed myself in for days on end. I stalk and screenshot his work on Instagram and compulsively re-read them. I take pictures of verses from his book to send to people. None of them appreciate either poetry or him in the least, but I needed to tell someone about all of the awesomeness, right?
These days, I frequently change my WhatsApp profile pictures with verses from poetry that I enjoy and these are usually Akhil’s work. I feel such joy in sharing his poems and introducing people to his works.
After Akhil, I enthusiastically set about tracking more contemporary Indian poetry in English. I purchased Amit Chaudhuri’s new book. This was available on Kindle. It wasn’t much to write home about. Then Arundhati Subramaniam’s recently released work received a lot of press. This too was available on Kindle and I bought it. Again, it left me cold.
Then, I suddenly remembered Eunice de Souza. Oh, there she was on Kindle too. I got her ‘Necklace of Skulls’. But, uh oh, this one had none of the zing that poems from her obit had carried. Where were those poems? I woke up in the wee hours of the day one morning frantically wondering where I could get those poems, one of which was about a falling almond leaf.
Amazon said that her collection ‘Learn from the Almond Leaf’ was out of stock sending me into a state of panic. I looked outside of Amazon and that is when I discovered Paperwall in Bombay. The book was very much available, but because Paperwall is an independent publisher and distributor, they retail it through their own site. Sighing with relief, I placed an order for the book and when it reached me after four days, I was delighted. The hunt and the wait had been worth it. I loved almost every one of her verses in this collection and like Akhil’s work, I return to them very often.
It is almost as if any poetry I am bound to like does not come in the easily available instant gratification of a Kindle version. I am made to place an order and then wait in feverish anticipation for it to be delivered.
Which is how I am obsessing over Kandivali, Mumbai right now. Eunice de Souza led me to Paperwall and I went back to their site to browse their other collections. On Sunday, I ordered three books that I wanted to sample. The first time around when I had ordered Eunice de Souza’s book, I had to email them to ask about the status of my order since I did not hear back from them with the tracking number. They are an independent agency, and hence I did not fret about it at all, given that their operation scale must be very small. Moreover, I was happy that I was buying from an indie store instead of a biggie like Amazon. Paperwall promptly replied with the tracking number and I got my book on time.
But, now it has been a whole 5 days and my India Post is still stuck in Kandivali where it was posted. Since I have been dealing a lot with India Post lately, I know that their tracking updates are not always reliable. A letter I sent to Jaipur has still not updated its status even though it has been two months since it has been delivered and received. Hence, I can only hope that my parcel has reached Bangalore and I will hopefully receive it tomorrow. The rains have also been pretty disruptive in Bombay and I wonder if that is the reason for the delay. In which case, I do hope my package reaches me safe and sound.
Please, oh please, let me get all of my poetry tomorrow.
I do hope you will explore some of Eunice de Souza, Michael Creighton and the fabulous Akhil Katyal. I am so happy to have them all in my life even as I wait for more poetry to arrive and discover.
If you, dear reader, have any suggestions for me that you think I might enjoy, please do let me know.
Meanwhile, please pray for Kandivali to release my poetry quickly.
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