Migration is as older a concept as is human race. It might exist before the man. It is usually done for the material betterment of individual and for the society. It also enriches both the migrant and the native with new experiences. The first migrants face some difficulties in adapting to the new lands. However these difficulties whither away in coming generations only if they sow the seed of the rich dialogue of religion, literature, folk lore, and human efforts to understand and make deeper relation with native land , culture and people. Or otherwise the migrant communities whither away as ethnic minorities. So being immigrants in Canada we Indians should recognize Canadian land, its heritage and culture and support every voice which is aroused for the sake of humanity no matter what community it belongs with. And we should explore every possibility in the literary field to recognize this heritage, land, culture and people. One ideal example of migration comes to my mind is the Islamic migration to India. Islam no matter brought with it the power to rule but still it brought with it its saints, poets, architectures and they all recognizes India land and color its rivers in their own colors. How one can separate them. How one can raise a question. They sung the song of Indian rivers its birds, its heritage and its people. The ideal example of Islamic migrant literature is Baba Farid.
We here need this sort of direction of the literary exercise.
Being the 1st migrant generation, its our duty to do something positive so that our coming generations would adjust themselves easily. We should open a dialogue for them, a hope for them. We must know this land, understand its culture, its topography, its flora and fauna, its people and try our best to spread these on the canvas of literature. That will be the first step towards migrant literature. The contemporary Indian immigrant literary exercise in Canada is devoid of this step. Most of it are crying for the separation from their mother land. Well the pain always there but we must not exhaust in this pain only.
Most of us are living our emotional lives at back home. But what about our children?
We (by coming here) being their parents put them in an identity crisis and they will live on this land only if we left a possibility to live on it. Otherwise it will always remain a workplace and never become an abode.
Life gets its living element not from material or from visible aspects but the major part of it comes from the unseen aspects of religion, myth, culture, literature and folk lore etc.
In our literature we should recognize those Canadian aspects which are vibrant with literary life as the trees, rivers, birds, animals, lakes, weather, sky, and people etc. we should look for centers and then spread these with our own touch of religion, culture and folk lore. Our mind should always look for the unifying centers of both the lands.
This dialogue will never let our culture die here. And nothing will stop us from being rooted deep in this ground. And this land will enjoy our fragrance too. No matter how long the way is – but our coming generations will reap the crop.
Migration is as older a concept as is human race. It might exist before the man. It is usually done for the material betterment of individual and for the society. It also enriches both the migrant and the native with new experiences. The first migrants face some difficulties in adapting to the new lands. However these difficulties whither away in coming generations only if they sow the seed of the rich dialogue of religion, literature, folk lore, and human efforts to understand and make deeper relation with native land , culture and people. Or otherwise the migrant communities whither away as ethnic minorities. So being immigrants in Canada we Indians should recognize Canadian land, its heritage and culture and support every voice which is aroused for the sake of humanity no matter what community it belongs with. And we should explore every possibility in the literary field to recognize this heritage, land, culture and people. One ideal example of migration comes to my mind is the Islamic migration to India. Islam no matter brought with it the power to rule but still it brought with it its saints, poets, architectures and they all recognizes India land and color its rivers in their own colors. How one can separate them. How one can raise a question. They sung the song of Indian rivers its birds, its heritage and its people. The ideal example of Islamic migrant literature is Baba Farid.
We here need this sort of direction of the literary exercise.
Being the 1st migrant generation, its our duty to do something positive so that our coming generations would adjust themselves easily. We should open a dialogue for them, a hope for them. We must know this land, understand its culture, its topography, its flora and fauna, its people and try our best to spread these on the canvas of literature. That will be the first step towards migrant literature. The contemporary Indian immigrant literary exercise in Canada is devoid of this step. Most of it are crying for the separation from their mother land. Well the pain always there but we must not exhaust in this pain only.
Most of us are living our emotional lives at back home. But what about our children?
We (by coming here) being their parents put them in an identity crisis and they will live on this land only if we left a possibility to live on it. Otherwise it will always remain a workplace and never become an abode.
Life gets its living element not from material or from visible aspects but the major part of it comes from the unseen aspects of religion, myth, culture, literature and folk lore etc.
In our literature we should recognize those Canadian aspects which are vibrant with literary life as the trees, rivers, birds, animals, lakes, weather, sky, and people etc. we should look for centers and then spread these with our own touch of religion, culture and folk lore. Our mind should always look for the unifying centers of both the lands.
This dialogue will never let our culture die here. And nothing will stop us from being rooted deep in this land. And this land will enjoy our fragrance too. No matter how long the way is – but our coming generations will reap the crop.
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