R. Parthasarathy is a famous Indian
English poet. He hails from the
southern parts of India. As the title, Exile
from Homecoming, announces, R. Parthasarathy comes home after spending
sometime abroad, but he is not able to fit himself in the current scenario
culturally, linguistically, sociologically and psychologically. The poem builds on the idea of the poet
feeling exile and isolated, in spite of familiar things that surround him.
The persona
opens the poem by sharing his linguistic instability or inability. He accepts that his tongue is been tied by
English and he is not fluent with Tamil, as he was abroad. He expects people to speak good Tamil, as
been used in good old Tamil literature and scriptures. His expectations are in vain and his hopes
vanish, when he hears people use Tamil that is articulated by the characters in
celluloid world or cinema.
The persona
moves on to brief his attempts to establish relation with his relatives. The family members gather at a Tiruchchenur
for family function, which happens after 1959, when his grandfather died. They come in crowded buses loaded with dust
of many years of memory. The relatives
gather in groups and sit without much formality. They ear the packed food they have brought
for lunch. He looks at Sundari, probably
his relative, who had once climbed up and down a tamarind tree with the
poet. She is married and has three
daughters clinging to her like three planets.
The poet cannot relate himself with his relatives and with the
circumstances. He stays aloof and he
claims expertise when it comes to farewell.
He feels guilty of losing his familiar tradition. He regrets for throwing stones from a glass
house built by his father. He has evaded
from his father’s footprints and he hopes that his son will not follow him in
the future.
The poet
walks near river Vaigai that flows in Madurai, his hometown. He is not satisfied with the sight it offers
him. He calls it as river once and not
as a river. The river is barren and
empty without water. Boys get into the
river to play with paper boats.
Buffaloes also loiter in the river and they diminish it into a
pond. It is filled with hair and stale
flowers. Though the banks of the river
are full of temples and other sacred things, the happenings inside the river
are mean and degrading. No emperor or
poet can talk or boast of river Vaigai.
Not even birds like kingfisher and egrets come to river Vaigai.
The poet
walks home. The roads are dusty, which
fills his eyes. The streets are jammed
with traffic. His thoughtful walk is
answered by the barking dogs. He goes
home and climbs up the stairs carefully only to be tripped off over the mat.
The poet
persona becomes fed up with things around the world. He considers himself as a poet and a
creator. All he could do is defined a
poet. He looks himself as a poet and
comes out defining him. A poet is someone
who becomes fat (fills his brain) by reading many old poems and poets. He also reads more commentaries. He is been invited to conferences and
sometimes to schools and colleges to teach.
The poet is against himself being a poet and abuses himself of being
one.
The poet
persona is finally willing to retire from life, yet he is not content with life. He establishes himself as a freelancer. He prays to god that a few of his articles
should be published in newspapers and his prayers are sometimes answered. He concludes the poem with a compelling
thought of contentment that he should go through his life with “small change of
uncertainities.”