A historian finds a box of old papers at home. She rummages through it and finds a diary she wrote some 64 years ago during a three-month visit to China in 1957. A diary she wrote to entertain herself and her friends, about people and places. 바카라Reading the diary was a way of recalling a historical moment as I experienced it,바카라 she says, and it is indeed an apt metaphor for Romila Thapar바카라s work as a historian.
The journey began when Thapar had the unbelievable opportunity to accompany Anil de Silva, the Sri Lankan art historian, as a research assistant to two major Buddhist sites in China바카라Maijishan and Dunhuang. A map in the book shows this journey spanning the major urban centres of Beijing, Nanjing, Shanghai, Guangdong; smaller historically significant cities of Louyang, Banpo, Xian, Lanzhou, and a number of villages in diverse forms of transports바카라plane, train, automobiles of various vintages and the inevitable ferry to and from Nanjing. There is an Introduction (added before the manuscript went to press) which can be read before or after going through the diary. It provides the historical context of the Silk Road and the trade routes that criss-crossed Asia, which nurtured and contributed to the evolution of Maijishan and Dunhuang in many ways. I visited both. It helped me commence the diary, fortified with the significance of 바카라historical depth바카라, while the re-reading afterwards helped me absorb the connections in fuller measure as I mentally traversed the vast geographical expanses and the multiple routes, which 바카라cut a swathe of exchange relations across Eurasia, establishing innumerable links바카라. The poignancy of the contemporary nation-state바카라s obsession with fixed, demarcated boundaries, bringing the connections to a virtual halt, becomes greater.
It would be much too glib to read this diary merely as a descriptive account of Thapar바카라s first visit to China. The 바카라gaze바카라 is as much about a literal 바카라look바카라 at the other, as a philosophical awareness of the 바카라self바카라바카라and Thapar바카라s gaze constantly shifts to interrogate her own ideas, thoughts and values. As she puts it, during the journey, 바카라I [am] intellectually beginning to wake up바카라. It is a journey which shows how we become what we are because of who we were. At another level, to practise the gaze is to enter into a personal relationship with the person/object being looked at. Thapar바카라s 바카라gaze바카라, sometime sharply focussed and at times taking wide expanses in its sweep, reflects a continuously shifting lens바카라and the dialectical interplay is fascinating. Besides, she equally was the one being gazed at. Furthermore, both Thapar and China of the 1950s shared the position of being at the receiving end of the 바카라post-colonial gaze바카라.
There is the long shot, giving 바카라a distinct sensation of what Thapar has described as the sweep of past centuries바카라. This is about the historical and civilisational perspective on the transmission of Buddhism from India to China, the trajectory of its growth in China, the similarities in sculptural styles and the wider Asian connections and transmissions. These come across in all the passages which deal with the 바카라job바카라 she had gone to do--in the musings in her historian바카라s mind as she meticulously explores the archaeological sites, the caves and the paintings. Particularly thought-provoking are the reflections pertaining to the ecosystem바카라how history is (ought to be) understood; lack of research centres, libraries, access to up-to-date publications and journals; absence of access to sources of other areas바카라and always in a comparative context. Above all, a crucial question of continuing relevance: Do the Chinese have a 바카라stronger sense of history than those of other early cultures?바카라
Then there are montages in mid-shot, spread across the book, which throw up a complex picture of a country in the aftermath of a revolution. Here is rich material which a student of China can juxtapose against the numerous Western writings on Maoist China and contest the invariable tendency to oversimplify or essentialise. Themes range from the ubiquitous Soviet presence and the fraternal bonhomie, to the rural and urban dynamic of the time, the new 바카라socialist work-ethic바카라, the freedom and confidence of the women, ideological debates in the cultural and historical realms; human interest stories, descriptions of the people, marketplaces and factories, and the remnants of colonial legacies (Bach바카라s music was still was playing on the Shanghai-Beijing train). The descriptions are enchanting바카라highly visual바카라with a sharp eye for detail, effortlessly conveying the enjoyment of her experiences. There are accounts of the streams of delegations in China, reflecting the desire to connect with the world, and in the backdrop, always, the national developmental project with all its vehement stress on scientific and technological modernisation. Thapar observes that the 바카라fury of the rectification campaign had abated바카라, in the three months that she was there, but there is strangely no reference to the slogans and the mass mobilisation which would launch Mao바카라s tragic Great Leap Forward campaign that we now know had begun in full swing at that time. There are also montages aplenty, of China-India comparisons; enabling a perspective on how 바카라formerly colonised societies overcome (or do not) socially constructed barriers that prohibit them from expressing their true cultural, social, economic and political rights바카라. As she presciently says, 바카라[T]he emphasis on building something new and worthwhile is unmistakable바카라, but 바카라[W]ill it last? I have to return after 20 years and see.바카라 Perusing and pondering over all this in 2021, there is a sense of enormity of the distance China has travelled since the late 1950s. And in that gazing of six decades ago, there are also some uncannily accurate projections of the dilemmas and contradictions today, specifically between India and China; and how easily dreams can turn into nightmares, as happened with the Russian Revolution.
Finally, the close ups, which turn the gaze on the self. Thapar leaps out of these pages in all her youthful ardour and from the diary emerges a portrait of the eminent historian as a young woman, whose 바카라mouth waters바카라 at archaeological digs, her sense of fun (playing table tennis with the monks, learning to play the erhu); her quirks (consulting a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for her pimples) and, at times, petulances. My two favourite sketches? Thapar being measured by a Chinese tailor; and her account of her impatience with the official restrictions on moving freely in public places. We get a glimpse of the thought processes, and the self-scrutinisation that would lead to the emergence of one of the most acclaimed and formidable historians of ancient India. One wishes there had been entries with dates바카라it바카라s the kind of seasoning that goes with diaries--but that바카라s a minor quibble. Thapar herself gives the perfect epitaph for a travelogue: 바카라This extraordinary journey is coming to an end just when I am beginning to feel that I am getting some inkling of the place.바카라
But then, that바카라s precisely when a new journey begins.
(Alka Acharya teaches at the Centre for East Asian Studies, JNU)
