“Addiction” — Ankush Banerjee

We are happy to announce that six poets have been shortlisted for Cha‘s “Addiction” Poetry Contest. The results will be announced in Issue 33 of the journal, due out in late September 2016. [See other shortlisted poems.]

Ankush Banerjee’s “Grandmother Wouldn’t Be The Last” [Editors’ note: This is the winner of Second Prize in the “Addiction” Poetry Contest. You can read the poem here.]

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ANKUSH ON “GRANDMOTHER WOULDN’T BE THE LAST”

Frankly, ever since I read about Cha‘s ‘Addiction’ contest, I had been working on a poem about an ex-heroin addict I had come across while interning at a de-addiction centre a year back. But somehow I wasn’t getting it right. I wasn’t getting ‘the voice’ right. It seemed contrived and artificial. It seemed like ‘a poem about addiction’, rather than ‘a piece of addiction’ itself.

On the morning of 28th June 2016, my grandmother passed away. I live in a different city, and it takes almost 4 hours by air to reach home. Hence, I didn’t go. There are some rituals which are conducted on the 13th day according to Hindu customs. For attending the rituals I travelled home. Once there, I suddenly felt the absence that death leaves one with. Until then, her death was ‘news’ from home. But this absence was real, almost tangible. And yet, the whole house seemed overflowing with her belongings—her comb, utensils, slippers, medicines. Ironically her belongings seemed bigger, more magnified in meaning – the opposite of what she had become in the end of her days. It was an odd paradox. But I suddenly, and as is the case of the associative power of memory, realised this was not for the first time that I was meeting that feeling—of confronting the void. It had previously happened 3 years ago, when my pregnant cat had been hunted by dogs. I had to rush her to the vet. He had operated on her but seemed bleak about the outcome. I had got her back to my room, laid her down, fed her and lied down beside her. In the wee hours of the morning, I checked up on her. With a single touch, I could hear my heart race and my mind say the words, rigor mortis. A similar routine of confronting the void amidst so many sombre objects – her cat nip, her feeding bowl, the bell she never wore but wrestled with, ensued. When I returned from the ceremonies, what I had thought of addiction had changed. Yes, heroin addiction was an addiction—but the sort of addiction I seemed to know best to write about was grief. Not sadness, not despair, but grief and its recurrence in our lives. My mother is a Buddhist. I have often had conversations with her about the role of suffering—she once told me, that while the circle of suffering is recurring, so is the cycle of breaking out of it—which we, or most of us, do over and over again. I wrote the first draft of this poem almost six days after the day being described in the poem. And with each draft, each of these strands came together. Some stayed, while I removed the others for aesthetic purposes and unity. Say, the whole portion about my cat has been omitted. So has an epigraph from the sayings of Nichiren Daishonin. But with each draft (and I wrote almost eleven of them), the abstract idea distilled into exact, accurate words. The idea of confronting our and our loved ones’ mortality, the recurrence of grief and the recurrence of our experiencing, accepting and triumphing over it became my take on addiction.

More importantly, I wanted to write something for her to commemorate her memory. And here I was, with “Grandmother Wouldn’t Be the Last”.

ABOUT ANKUSH

Ankush Banerjee is a mental health professional and Ethics and Organisational Behaviour instructor working with the Navy, based in Kerala. His poetry collection, An Essence of Eternity (Sahitya Akademi) is scheduled to be published later this year. He is the recipient of the 2014 USI Gold Medal for his essay on Military Ethics. His work has appeared in Muse India, Eclectica, Cha and Linden Avenue Literary Journal. He also serves as Wellness Therapist at the Bethzaitha Home for Orthopedically Challenged Girls at Kochi. He blogs at: cogitoerigosum.wordpress.com.

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2 thoughts on ““Addiction” — Ankush Banerjee

  1. I read this write-up a few days after you posted it. Back then, I particularly didn’t feel anything concrete! Maybe just the occasional warm-cosy-hug-feels whenever the word ‘grandmother’ popped up! Of course, I could understand your loss but that was pretty much it. But today I actually do. My grandma passed away today after defying all odds. Stuck at ISB, I will not be able to attend her final rites! This redundant cycle of reasoning and consoling myself, saying she was happy and did not suffer or struggle just before she passed away has been my only means of handling this. But what I’m more concerned about is when I do go back to her house! How empty the place will feel now that this old woman won’t be around anymore. How those tired feet would still have the energy to walk over to me and hand me those delightful laddus! How she won’t be around to give me the usual gift of Rs. 100/- every time I visit her. How she won’t be around to give me the earful, every time I walk into the kitchen without taking a bath. How I have always taken her for granted and replied to her constant requests of visiting her with an ‘I will come next time’.
    Today, I really understand what your words mean and they bring me some sort of solace in this time of need! Thank you for writing exactly what I needed to read! Sorry, but I needed an appropriate place where I could vent this out. Thank you once again. God Speed!

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