My ropes are pulled towards your achievement
Through a low-toned falling rain’s softly played flute
Can the path to enlightenment—or good intentions—be paved with capital? What is it to sell, or worse, to peddle something, that too in Babasaheb’s name? What does it take to write a poem each year for Babasaheb, like Namdeo Dhasal did, on 14 April and 6 December? What is it to owe a debt that can never be repaid? What is the difference in the debt that a savarna owes to Ambedkar and the one an avarna does? Can it be paid off using a credit card? Or better still the Bhim UPI introduced by an unbeloved bearded leader? More important, when will the very idea of varna go and manuski be established? What does it mean to keep imagining and reimagining Begampura and for anyone to put a price on it? What does it mean for an iconoclast to be turned into an icon? What does it take to burn a copy of the The Terrible Book of Inequality—the damned and damning Manusmriti—on 25 December 1927, and then for us to remember that day as Liberation Day? If 14 April as Babasaheb’s birth anniversary is merely the practical convenience of an entry in a school register at Mumbai’s Elphinstone High School, when the very surname Ambedkar is supposed to be a zealous Satara brahmin teacher’s effort to thrust his own name into history, what does it mean to commemorate such a date or such a name? What happens when a man who was against bhakti becomes the unironic subject of bhakti? What is it for transcendence to become a disconcertingly secular experience? What if the answer to all such questions is a piquant question that is inherently suspect? Is this another bad poem passed off as prose? What becomes of enjambment? Come now, what is Navayana selling this 6 December? After masks, after deft Covidified packages, after collectible box-sets, after desperate free shipping to better and best an Amazon/Facebook apparatus that profits most from a pandemic, after two-for-one as much as one-for-too-much of three much and more of such suchness and much sameness, what now, how now?
Mirrors are losing their reflective polish;
The sea of hell is being parted
Dhasal, who desperately and shamelessly shared the dais with a venom-spewing Bal Thackeray after the demolition of the Babri Masjid on this very day, wrote like no one else can or will, of and for Baba:
You’ve smashed the head of the god-given wind
That created room for a wobbly nation and its restless people
And we? We have books to sell—by, of, and on the one who built a house for his fifty thousand books and called it Rajgriha. We are calling it the “Bhim Box”.
- A Stake in the Nation by B.R. Ambedkar—Rs 399
- Beef, Brahmins & Broken Men by B.R. Ambedkar— Rs 599
- Ambedkar: The Attendant Details By Salim Yusufji— Rs 295
- Riddles in Hinduism by B.R. Ambedkar— Rs 399
- Annihilation of Caste by B.R. Ambedkar — Rs 499
- Against the Madness of Manu By Sharmila Rege— Rs 399
- Bhimayana by Durgabai Vyam et al — Rs 399
- In Pursuit of Ambedkar by Bhagwan Das — Rs 175
- Ambedkar’s World by Eleanor Zelliot — Rs 399
- No Laughing Matter by Unnamati Syama Sundar — Rs 599
- Ambedkar and Other Immortals by Soumyabrata Choudhury — Rs 395
- Radical Equality by Aishwary Kumar — Rs 599
5156 but till this year ends, for just Rs 3000, with free shipping
Also on offer is the first edition hardback of Annihilation of Caste: The Annotated Critical Edition for Rs 525. Hurry and claim the last remaining ten copies of this controversial collector’s edition.
Besides, we have fabulous ongoing discounts on all books with free shipping for all orders above Rs 399. Make the most of what we make.