This guide by G.N. Saibaba is a problem to any reviewer. It may be learn as a factual doc, detailing the sufferings of a disabled particular person convicted for all times. It is obvious that the judicial system has been unfair to Saibaba. It is a case of a miscarriage of justice, and it occurs time and once more with many individuals, for ideological causes as in his case, and for non-ideological causes within the case of many others. This guide will not be a authorized scrutiny of the unfair verdict. It is extra a real outpouring of ideas, concepts, and emotions of Saibaba, which he shares together with his spouse Vasantha, who’s his childhood sweetheart. He is 90 per cent disabled, and his well being and colleges atrophied as a result of of jail life. He is confined to a cell in Nagpur, which he describes as “anda cell”.  The case of Saibaba wants a separate scrutiny as a result of it simply exposes how the judiciary fails to ship justice, and that it’s certain to be unjust. It is a critique that must be made. This guide will not be about Saibaba although there are brief items on him by Vasantha and author Meena Kandasamy. It is about Saibaba’s personal emotions, ideas, and concepts. And the problem turns into better as a result of the reviewer should make a good evaluation. There is a necessity to withstand ideological affinity, sympathy for his bodily situation. It can be a folly to point out empathy and compassion. The problem is to grasp and state the human situation as recorded by Saibaba.

And you discover the voice of Saibaba in his poems. In “A Terrible Void”, he writes: “A void occupies my thoughts/and chews the sinews of my life”. And in “A Sparrow in My Cell”, he has this line: “An evening practice/whistled at a faraway station/like a ghost of a fallen civilisation.”  And in “A Solitary Day in My Cell”, he says: “The future appears to be like/like faint gentle/from a dying star/in a distant galaxy.” From throughout the cell of a jail and from inside a ruined physique, Saibaba’s thoughts soars, and he reveals that the thoughts of man can break the iron bars of the jail cell. Poetry doesn’t present him the solace, nor does it take away his psychological agony. He feels wronged, and that is no self-pity. He tells himself and others that he has finished no improper and asking folks to face up for his or her rights will not be unlawful. Again, chances are you’ll not agree with him, however you recognize that he’s saying one thing from the depths of his coronary heart, and there’s something real and genuine in that voice.


The letters he has written to Vasantha and mates carry the readability of a person who refuses to present in to despair, however who doesn’t slip into the delirium of the creativeness to flee actuality. In a letter written to Anjum, a fictional character in Arundhati Roy’s novel, “The Ministry of Utmost Happiness”, he unflinchingly writes in regards to the ironies of his jail life: “The jail authorities permit me to put in writing letters both in Hindi or in English. I don’t know tips on how to write in Hindi, although I handle to learn within the language. I’m not allowed to put in writing in my mom tongue as there is no such thing as a one on this jail employees to censor my letters in Telugu. Therefore, I’m not lucky sufficient to put in writing to my love in Telugu. She can admire my letters provided that I write to her in my mom tongue. She additionally needs to put in writing letters to me in our language, however once more they don’t seem to be allowed.” The ironies stare at you from these plain sentences. Prison life stands uncovered.


But it’s once more in his poems, that Saibaba’s thoughts shines brightly. In “My Heart is Coloured with the Colour of Love”, he writes, “Kabir says,/I’ve shed all of the inherited/dogmas and frailties, and/my coronary heart is colored with/the color of love.”

It appears that moments of excessive struggling and despair have a spiritual depth to them, and the thoughts emerges with a steely resolve to like life. And this spirit is mirrored in “Don’t Shut the Windows of Our Dreams”, the place he writes, “Don’t shut the home windows of your goals/I’m coming to see you want a whirlwind.”


The Saibaba we learn on this guide is in some ways an individual other than the one that in jail and who has acute well being issues, nearly losing him away. But Saibaba the author finds his manner out these shackles because it had been, and speaks in wealthy tones of hope that guarantees ecstasy.

Why Do You Fear My Way So Much? Poems and Letters from Prison

By G.N. Saibaba

Speaking Tiger

pp.  214; Rs. 450


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