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The Tale of Banned Works | When a Writer Stops Writing

If you assume literature is a world of best sellers, dignity, the elite and Pulitzers, Man Booker or Sahitya Kala Akademi, think again. There are streaks of struggle and muffled voices which are very much present in this field too. One such happening is banning of books containing purportedly derogatory or defamatory work.

The works are banned because the sentiments of a section of society have been hurt. The over all situation seems so brittle that sometimes I wonder writers, filmmakers, painters or any creative individual for that matter may stop expressing through their work out of this fear.

If you think this is a imaginative paranoia I am sharing, here is an incident.

Perumal Murugan gives up writing
“Perumal Murugan, the writer is dead. As he is no God, he is not going to resurrect himself. He also has no faith in rebirth. An ordinary teacher, he will live as P. Murugan. Leave him alone,” '

“Those who have bought my books can consign them to the flames. I am also ready to pay compensation to them,” he said.

This maybe one reported incident. What about those who trashed their thought before even they could be conceived just out of this fear?

I remember this quote after reading about all this, " If you are right then there is no reason to get angry and if you are wrong then you don't have to be angry." Easy to read, difficult to digest.

The answer to the situation seems to me that our society is not evolved enough beyond their brittle egos to let someone write, paint or photograph what doesn't go with their accepted beliefs. More unfortunate than the author is the society who has missed out on an opportunity to evolve out of their cocoons.


read more
The Hindu | Perumal Murugan gives up writing
BBC NEWS: Why Indian author Perumal Murugan quit writing
Wikipedia | List of Banned Books



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