Le Mauricien – Newspaper – 15 January 1982
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The Spices of Life – Launced at the Council Chamber, City of Port-Louis, On 15 July 2010, by the Lord Mayor of Port Louis. (Sent to all newspapers.)
Who is Bawansing Sunkur?
• Elected Councillor, Ward 3, City of Port-Louis, in 1977
• Chairman, (pi) finance Commission, City of Port, in the 1980s
• Founder of Mauritius Young Labour League in the 1980s
• Adviser of the Congress for writers and composers – Creativity – held at Teacher Training College and M.G.I in the 1980s
What impressed me most in the book:
“Is it true or false brown sugar is ruining the country?…
Is it true or false Mauritius has more than 25, 000 drug addicts?…
Is it true or false a dose of brown sugar costs more than two hundred rupees?…
Is it true or false if multiplied by 25, 000 it makes more or less Rs 5 million a day?…
Is it true or false it amounts to Rs 150 million a month?…
Is it true or false its consumption overlaps Rs 1 billion a year?…
Is it true or false there is a prosperous parallel drug economy in the Island?…
Is it true or false there is an enormous wastage of human and financial resources?…
Is it true or false those at the helm of power are forced to beg for foreign currency abroad?…
Is it true or false…?”
Or
“L’oeil de ton oeil c’est l’oeil de l’Oeil!
Le sourire de ton sourire c’est le sourire de Sourire!
La beauté de ta beauté c’est la beauté de Beauté!”
(English)
The eye of your eye is the eye of Eye!
The smile of your smile is the smile of Smile!
The beauty of your beauty is the beauty of Beauty!
Or
“NO SMOKING” or “Le Tabagisme Passif Est Nocif à la Santé” (French) – Passive Smoking Is Dangerous to Health.
Or
“Is woman fit only to “lav kasrol dité dan la kouzinn?”… etc
Madhvi Sunkur, student at the University of Mauritius
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The commentaries of Reshma Sunkur on the Spices of Life at the launching ceremony on the 15th July 2010 at the Council Chamber, city of Port Louis. The launching was carried out by the Lord Mayor of Port Louis.
Going through the book we come across:
Karuna’s heart aches, aches and aches:
Where are those days which were the genesis of togetherness?…
Where are those days when she was geocentric of his universe?…
Where are those days when her kiss was a myrrh and bubbling champagne?…
Where are those days when her kajal was a miracle to give birth to poetry?…
Where are those days when the arabesque and geometric designs with mehendi on her hands were glamorous festoons
destined to celestial angels?…
Where are those days when the sound of her voice was an acoustic for exultation?…
Where are those days when as a fairy she was glorious sherbet to his lips – nay, green almond to his teeth?…
Where are those days when the mere touch of her body electrified him like a laughing chandelier?…
Where are those days when the irises of her eyes were iridescent opal, topaz, emerald, ruby, amethyst, lapis-lazuli, sapphire, turquoise, black spinelle, onyx of his paean?…
Ah! Ah! Ah!…
Where? Where? Where?
She is ripped asunder with sorrow. Sorrow for what has happened to her. Sorrow for what is happening. Who will tell her:
Every man or woman lives in a quizzical world…
As…
Every silver lining in the sky…
Has a cloud…
So…
Every joy in the heart of man…
Has…
A drop of tear in the eye…
A…
Pearl of tear to shed.
Where it seems to me poetry is at its height, depicted with a knowledgeable pen, on the one hand, while, on the other hand, patriotism is at its apogee with the national song in Creole:
Maurice mo lékèr
Diégo mo gâté
Tromelin mo chéri
Rodrigues mo lamour
Maurice mo lékèr
To biyen zoli – to biyen zoli – kouma enn bouké flèr
Bouké – bouké flèr
Kozé! Kozé! Kozé!
Éna zépis – péna zépis!
Éna! Éna! (chœur)
Maurice mo lékèr
To biyen zoli – to biyen zoli – kouma enn bouké flèr….”
Pillé! Pillé! Pillé!
Tappé lamein anba! Tappé lamein anba!
Tappé lamein là`o! Tappé lamein là`o!
Bouzé! Bouzé! Bouzé lérin!
Baré! Baré! Baré mo vini!
Dansé! Dansé! Dansé pou nou zoli Péi!
Going through the book again we meet: God created Mauritius and then created Paradise. Don’t ask me who says it!
Though a jewel in the Indian Ocean with Diego Garcia, Tromelin, St Brandon, Agalega and Rodrigues with nautical miles and miles of economic zones as decreed by United Nations’ Resolution…
Though our seabed is a cornucopia – is lined with multi-farious riches (PETROL? GASES? polymetallic nodules, pharmaceutical elements, crustaceans, fish, etc and etc)…
Though Mauritius is now in size as large as or bigger than Madagascar or France with the new maritime economic zones – Oh an ISLAND-CONTINENT with a population of only a little over one million!…
Going through the book once more, if we find the Author says, while talking about illness:
THE REMAINDER REPOSES IN FAITH…
FAITH IN YOUR ACTIONS…
FAITH IN YOU…
FAITH IN PRAYERS…
FAITH IN GOD.”
On the other hand, we start to wonder, when the Author says:
Every nano-second every second every minute every hour every day
every week every month and every year
things happen and are happening and will keep happening.
Thing is eating thing.
Man is eating man.
The food you eat and the water you drink
when you pass them out of your body and
leave them on the earth they become the food and drink of another.
The food and drink of the “another” become then the food and drink of yet another.
It is an endless cycle of eating and drinking.
There is perpetual waste and there is perpetual recreation.
This is the nature of the world (Universe) we live in.
Let me end with these from the Author:
“education is a permanent lottery in the hand of your offspring”.
Music is alchemy
Music abates tension in life
Music is balm to the heart
Music brings peace and felicity
Music causes trees to give sweeter fruits
Music makes animals – cows – give more milk.
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ELEGY
(For Dr Hon J.B.David, Minister of Regional Affairs, Rodrigues and Outer Islands)
Oh ye sun! Oh ye moon! Oh ye stars bear witness to the elegy of Maurtius Young Labour league!
Oh my beloved country! Oh my beloved country! Oh my beloved country!
Weep at the untimely demise of an intellectual stalwart!
Oh weep! Weep! Weep!
Oh ye men and women young or old of the Tiger of the Indian Ocean are not thy wounded heart trickling tears of blood through thy eye at the unexpected passing away of a grumbling lion in our August National Assembly – an Orator unpaired in depth and conviction OF THE IDEAL OF THE LABOUR PARTY?
Oh ye members of the Labour Party must ye not be aggrieved at tintinnabulation of doom of an indefatigable mouthpiece of a true Labourite?
Oh ye wind! Oh ye rain! Oh ye rainbow – nay oh ye Universe when comes such another!
Bawansing Sunkur
Founder Mauritius Young Labour League
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To Politician*
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To fill
The pocket of the poor and downtrodden!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
The economic growth
And
Development of the country!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
Aversion against laziness
Through dedication of office!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To sleep and dream
Of
Projects beneficial
To the country!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To swear
By Humanism
To work
By Love
To live
For the sake of Humanity!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
Not double-tongue-ism and hypocrisy!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To avoid selling his country
For a steak
In foreign land!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To avert arrogance
When at helm of power!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
Humility incarnate!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail the politician
whose sole business
Is
To be an Icon for his countrymen
Why no
an Icon
for the whole World
As well!
Hail! Hail! Hail!…
From PETALS OF TROCHTIA
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Big Mystery*
Ever since creation or big bang
the world is growing in stature
and is moving along with galaxies and planets towards the border of the Universe.
Is not it a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
The sun is hanging in emptiness!
The moon is hanging in emptiness!
The stars are hanging in emptiness!
The planets are hanging in emptiness!
Is not it a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
The blue globe is turning round and round on its axis!
The blue globe is simmering like burning cauldron spitting fire every now and then!
The blue globe is shouldering ocean – seventy-five percent of water – and earth – twenty-five percent – on its surface!
The blue globe is holding the five mobile continental tectonic shelves in the vast sea sometimes striking against each other harmfully!
Is not it a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
Man has harnessed his
Intellectual powers through (nature and science)
his understanding potentialities!
Man has harnessed his
Spiritual powers (soul and God) through meditation!
Man has harnessed
His reasoning powers (syllogism) through logic
To
Fathom the in-depth working of Nature!
Is not …….?
Is not …….?
Is not it a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
The search for the soul
and Super-Soul
Relationship with his eternal affinity with man has raised debates passionate
More than oft
Has provoked butchery and bloodshed
Through dogged and malignant conviction!
Is it not a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
Man is an adventurous animal!
Man has adventured to the moon!
Man is adventuring to planet Mars!
Has man adventured to the bottom of the ocean yet?
Is not it a big mystery?
Ever since creation or big bang
Petrol is under the sea!
Water (fresh) is under the sea!
Polly metallic nodules are under the sea!
Ever new shapes are under the sea!
Is not it….?
Is not it….?
Is not it a big mystery?
From PTALS OF TROCHETIA
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Emaciated child-beggar in rags*
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
No father
No food
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
No shelter
No clothes
No drink
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
Per humanity
Per the prophets
Per God
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
I am shrouded in cold
My feet cannot bear me
Pain is dwelling in my limbs
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
Grand speech I cannot
To persuade I cannot
To appeal I cannot
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
Treat me as would your own heart
Treat me as you would your own blood
Treat me as you would your own soul
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
Ponder tomorrow
Ill fate may befall anyone
Even your very self
Even your next of kin
Ponder tomorrow
Ill fate may befall
your very son
Ponder tomorrow
Ill fate may befall
your very daughter
Give me a penny
Sir\Madam
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The emaciated child-beggar
in rags almost nude
extends a famished wrinkled hand
to any passers-by
with a creaking painful
inaudible faint voice:
Why
out of my father’s loins
did I ever come
to take such a toll upon me!
Why
out of my mother’s womb
did I ever come
To take such a toll upon me!
Why
upon God’s will
did I ever come
to take such toll upon me!
Is it due
to Godless religion?
Or
Is it due
to Godless socialism?
Or
Is it due
to Godless humanity?
From PTALS OF TROCHETIA