OUR
METHUSELAH, KOKA1 PHUKAN
Munin Barkotoki
(from Essentially
Speaking: Biographical Snapshots, a collection of selected biographical
essays by Munin Barkotoki, translated to English. Edited by Meenaxi Barkotoki and Stuti Goswami, Gauhati University Press, 2015)
Nilamani
Phukan (1880-1978), popularly known as ‘Bagmibor’, meaning an eloquent speaker, was a poet, freedom fighter and politician.
His publications include Jyotikona (1938),
Chintamani (1942), Gutimali (1950), Jinjiri (1951), and Mahapurushia Dharma, Omitra (1952). He played a pivotal
role in establishing George’s Institution in Dibrugarh and was its founder
Headmaster. Later on it was renamed Bagmibor Nilmani Phukan Higher Secondary
School. He was one of the editors of Alochani and, later on, the chief editor of the first Assamese daily, Dainik
Batori. According to Deepali Barua in Urban
History of India: A Case Study (1994), though
Sadananda Dowerah was the first editor of the Asamiya Phukan handled editorial duties to a great extent. He was the President
of the Asom Sahitya Sabha at its Sibsagar and Dibrugarh sessions in 1944 and
1947 respectively. This essay taken from Bismrita Byatikram is translated from the Assamese original ‘Amar
Methuselah Koka Phukan’ by Stuti Goswami.
One of the greatest playwrights of the world George Bernard
Shaw—a man who lived a long life, who was vegetarian and worldly and yet an ascetic,
a vibrant personality, one kind of a sage of our times has, whether on the
strength of his philosophical, imaginative, mysterious life-force or the
so-called élan vital2 or
else some astonishing medicine, sought to show today’s short
life-spanned people—the path to a long life like that of the Biblical
Methuselah, and give them the requisite ‘know-how’. ‘Back to Methuselah.’ It is
said that in the Bible, Noah’s grandfather Methuselah had had an astonishing life-span
of a nine hundred and sixty-nine years.
Evergreen and a symbol of eternal youth Shri Nilamani Phukan—regarded as the universal grandfather of all our children, youth, even those who age prematurely due to the tarnishes of the Kali Yug3—has entered his ninety-fifth year. Of course, there is a great divide between ninety-five and nine hundred and sixty-nine. And yet, probably because my attention is focused on the ‘nine’ in both cases, I am reminded of the fabled Methuselah that Shaw, himself as evergreen and youthful as Phukan, was reminded of. It is only in fairytales that one is fortunate to live up to a thousand years. And yet one need not be a thousand years old too—in this world besieged and half-deadened by horrors of all kinds, it is a curse to wish even ones worst enemies to remain alive a thousand years. May our dear Koka Phukan live up to a hundred years, may he live even beyond that, may a day like this day come once again. It is my sincere wish that Nilamani Phukan, our Koka Phukan, becomes our Methuselah.
Bernard Shaw had said—‘You should live so that when you
die God is in your debt.’ With an
illustrious, profound and dynamic life traversing more than ‘four score years
and ten’4 of the Bible, I
wonder if there is anyone else among us who has been able to realize this
Shavian philosophy as well as Koka Phukan has. He has repaid, with interest,
the debt of each moment of this long life that the Almighty has bestowed upon
him. I have seen him and known him since the time I was a youth; from close and far and it is my belief that Nilamani Phukan epitomizes a rare
harmony of work and thought, pursuit of beauty and indefatigable passion for
work.
Almost four decades ago, when the eminent educationist,
founder of George Institution,5 resident of Dibrugarh and the Phukan
of Upper Assam, Nilamani assumed responsibility of the chief editor-journalist
of the first Assamese daily newspaper Dainik
Batori, thereby appearing on the public sphere in Jorhat in a different
role, the figure from that period had an altogether different image from the
man as we know today. At that time, I didn’t know truth from falsity, but had
heard and therefore nurtured the thought that the member of the Legislative Council
(Phukan was probably an M.L.C.)6, educationist Nilamani Phukan was an Assamese
gentleman devoted to the Western ways of
life, a follower of the middle path, an epitome of etiquette and sobriety. I had read about his speeches, heard about
his matchless oratorical prowess, and learnt that he was a magnanimous personality,
free-spirited, and a worthy inheritor to the legacy of the great Maniram Dewan..
At that time, it
was natural for our young impressionable minds to draw comparisons between this
Phukan from Upper Assam and the other eminent Phukan from Lower Assam. Though
my subconscious mind derived satisfaction that we too had a Phukan in Upper
Assam who could stand up to Tarunram Phukan, the Phukan from Lower Assam; yet
the conscious mind refused to place Nilamani Phukan on the same pedestal as the
other Phukan, in spite of the fact that Nilamani Phukan was as independent
minded, as splendid-looking, as good an orator, and as devoted to his motherland.
Particularly in the light of the widely circulated notion, whether right or
wrong, that Nilamani Phukan was on intimate terms with our then colonial
masters, there was a sense of hesitation in us while drawing such comparisons.
Also, whatever we heard about the difference between the oratorical skills of
the two Phukans was a little inclined against Nilamani Phukan.
However, when I finally had the opportunity of meeting
Nilamani Phukan as the editor of Batori
at Thengalbari, later on the famous Raibahadur bungalow of Jorhat7,
many of my prior notions were forced to undergo change. There were, I
discovered, so many differences between the man of my presumptions and the man
as he was in reality; and this unraveled a new facet of his personality before
my eyes.
When an erstwhile educationist surfaced as a foremost
journalist of Assam, we were both surprised and amazed at this new aspect of
Nilamani Phukan’s personality. Of course, much before this, he had been the
editor of the famous newspaper Alochani.
But was he a journalist in the real sense? When viewed from today’s perspective,
he too would probably agree, with a smile, that he wasn’t a journalist per se,
but had to become one. He hadn’t assumed responsibility of the Dainik Batori to become a journalist; nor
did he possibly nurture aspirations of being the Motilal Ghosh or
C.Y. Chintamani of Assam. Rather, he had jumped into this field because he had found
in journalism an effective medium for disseminating the ideas of Assamese
nationalism and the ideals of Assamese philosophy that he felt strongly about.
At that time, another Phookan worked as Phukan’s associate—Lakshminath Phookan—who
was a journalist right from the inception of Dainik Batori. The very fact that he remained faithful to journalism
till the end and Koka Nilamani, despite taking up editorial responsibilities
with a missionary zeal, became disillusioned soon after, in my opinion, aptly
exemplifies my contention. However, like the streak of lightning that
illuminates the world, Nilamani Phukan opened a new vista in Assamese
journalism in the early twentieth century and that immortalizes him in this
field. Of course, journalism is just one marginal facet of his personality.
The
daily Batori died an early death and with
it, curtains were drawn on Koka Phukan’s journey as a ‘pure’ journalist8—this,
of course happened a long time ago. However, a part of Phukan the journalist
continued to live: though he bade adieu to news journalism, Koka Phukan tried
his hand at literary journalism—something he had engaged in prior to his days
at Batori. And so a monthly newspaper
Na-Joon (literally ‘The New Moon’) emerged
from Jorhat. One cannot assuredly say whether Na-Joon contributed anything seminal towards Assamese literature during
its brief existence, but I shall always remember it with immense gratitude because
through this monthly, for the first time, we the younger generations came to
know the real Nilamani Phukan, the man as we remember him till date; and also
because he inspired, encouraged and filled with hope, the emerging generations
in their ‘adventure’ of foraying into a new sphere in contemporary Assamese
literature. Nilamani Phukan, the eternal youth and the man
with a vision to the future, welcomed us newcomers, struggling to find our ways
in the dark, with open arms and by giving us an opportunity to express our
thoughts and beliefs, lent confidence and recognition to an entire generation
of new writers.
The memory is still fresh of how we, rank newcomers would
approach Koka Phukan, with his voice akin
to the sound of two mikes booming across the open space in front of the dharamshala-like Phukan Bhawan at Jorhat,
with fear in our hearts and our writings in hand; and how he would make us patiently
listen to the aphorism-like poems, prose poems he’d compose and read aloud
seated in his courtyard; and how in turn he too with infinite patience would go
through our writings, and rectify and improve them. The remembrance of Koka’s
fiery words in those discussions in his verandah, along with the inevitable
rounds of tea, fills me with delight even today. Even today it surprises me
how, detached from the outside world, seated in that open space in front of his
large house behind Chowk Bazar in Jorhat, Nilamani Phukan would frame ideas of profound
Romantic poems to political booklets, and how he could manage his poetic
exercises along with pamphleteering activities. If Carlyle was the seer of Chelsea,
I think Phukan was the seer of Jorhat.
It is true not only in our country but in the whole world
that there is barely any divide between
journalism and politics. And therefore it was not surprising when the man who
had thrust his head into politics, and had become an editor in between, increasingly
turned towards politics and oratory. What was surprising, however, was that at around the same time, Bagmibor Phukan also appeared as a bright star in the Assamese
literary firmament. The radiance of Jyotikona
revealed before us a new Phukan, a man who belonged to an entirely different
world, far removed from the man of politics and public life. Gradually, this
Phukan became the President of Asom Sahitya Sabha and the lone Assamese Fellow
at the Sahitya Akademi—and thereby leaving a political past behind him, he established
himself as the national laureate of Assam.
Do we discern any sign of, what psychologists nowadays
commonly term, ‘schizophrenia’ in Koka Phukan’s personality and in his mental
evolution? From the very beginning of his ‘conscious’9 life till the
present day, the kind of simultaneous evolution and brilliance he has displayed
in active politics as well as in the fine arts is a unique and thrilling
exception in Phukan and also in the front-ranking figures of our society. There
are many eminent persons engaged in politics, poetry, or in ‘creating
literature’ in our country, and in our state too. But it is hard to find another
instance where two such divergent streams of life have simultaneously flown
with such power and vitality. We have instances where a talented poet-writer,
despite immense potentiality, has struggled to stay afloat in the whirlpool of
politics, dousing his poetic talent or literary expertise in certain drawing-room
soirees; or else a writer who, in the process of crossing the boundaries of
literature and seeking the ‘loaves and fishes’10 of power politics, has
ended up losing his hold over both domains. Phukan is probably our only active
politician whose political activities haven’t rung the death knell of his
literary exercises; an artist-poet-thinker who despite entering the literary
field in the sunset of his life has established himself on the highest seat in
the hallowed precincts of literature at the national level—bringing honour of
the highest kind to Assamese literature.
Just as Phukan’s ‘translation’ or evolution from the
comparatively secondary level of politics to the highest echelons of literature
is amazing, equally intriguing is his easy movement from one position to
another in the limited world of politics. In the earlier phase of his political
life, Nilamani Phukan was a spokesperson and a guiding beacon of the movement
for establishing Assamese distinctiveness and Assamese self-assertion. The kind
of politics he advocated and the kind of political whirlwind he had stirred across
the length and breadth of Assam with his ‘Sangrakhyini’11 at one
point of time, leading the likes of late Ambikagiri, Gyan Borah, Madhav
Bezbaroa and others in the endeavour of establishing ‘Assameseness’ against the
diluted so-called national politics of the Indian National Congress, would seem
outdated today, in this age of ideological clashes devoid of intellectual-stimulation.
But the eternal youth Nilamani Phukan did not hesitate to march in step with
time and forge new alliances. This virtue of flexibility enabled the erstwhile
Congress-hating Phukan to voluntarily come forward to the party, and with his
extraordinary oratorical prowess and earnestness, he took a front seat in the
country’s national movement, accepting sorrow and offering valuable contribution towards politics.
NOTES:
1. Koka means
grandfather in Assamese. Here, the term ‘Koka’ has been retained because ‘grandfather’
or ‘grandpa’ does not seem to convey what ‘Koka’ does in the context of
Nilamani Phukan. In fact Nilamani Phukan is popularly known as Koka Phukan in
Assam, so much so that the form of address has virtually become synonymous with
the man himself.
2. Élan
vital is a term coined by the French
philosopher Henri Bergson in his book Creative
Evolution (1907) to imply the
creative force (in Bergsonian philosophy) in organisms that is responsible for
its growth, evolution and adaptation.
3. Kali
Yug or Kalyug
is the last of the four yug or eras that
succeed one another in a cyclic manner in Hindu belief. Kali Yug is said to be
the era when vice asserts itself. The age is named after Kali, a demon and
enemy of Kalki, the tenth incarnation of God Vishnu.
4. 'Four score years and ten’
refers to Psalm 90: 10 of the Bible
5. On 2 February 1912, the
foundation stone of this institution was laid. It was named in honour of King
George V who had paid a royal visit to India in December 1911.
6. Member of Legislative Council
7. Thengalbari is Thengal Bhawan,
the residence of tea planter and philanthropist Siva Prasad Barooah in Jorhat.
It was built in 1880. In 1937, he was awarded with the title of Raibahadur by the British government and
thereafter his bungalow began to be known as Raibahadur bungalow.
8. By ‘pure’ journalism, Barkotoki
possibly refers to news journalism.
9. By conscious life, Barkotoki probably
means the time from which Phukan had moved out of infancy.
10. ‘loaves and fishes’ is an
allusion to ‘Feeding the multitude’, a combined term that refers to the two miracles of Jesus mentioned in the
Gospels; the first being ‘The Feeding of the 5,000’ with five loaves of bread
and two fishes while the second is ‘The Feeding of the 4,000’ with seven loaves
of bread and fish. As an idiom, ‘loaves and fishes’ means material wealth.
11. In
1926, Nilamani Phukan, along with Ambikagiri Raichowdhury, Gyannath Bora among
others formed the Asomiya Sangrakhyini Sabha or Society for the Preservation of
the Assamese. This organization in its memorandum submitted to Nehru in 1937,
the Sabha argued that since Assamese
nationality was facing grave threat and danger, separation from the Indian
Union was the only alternative if the rest of India did not look into the
concerns of the people of Assam.