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My paper addresses the emergence of the discipline of Hindi literary criticism in colonial India in the 1920s and 1930s and later developments in the 1950s. I focus on the writings of three eminent scholars and writers who I believe were integral in advancing a perspective on Hindi literary and linguistic development which reflected a commitment to social levelling and harmony. As a sophisticated body of scholarship has shown, the inter-war years in India implicated language and literature within a fraught religious sectarian politics (communalism) whereby Hindi was unalloyed from its entanglements with Urdu, Braj Bhasha, and other languages and dialects. In this paper I will engage with some of the writings of Shukla, Premchand, and Sharma to interrogate how they weaved together their literary interests with ethico-political concerns. I am particularly interested in how these writers cast past traditions of Hindi: why were certain traditions such as riti and ghazal associated with the decadence of feudal paternal/patrimonial power and others such as Bhakti affirmed? While contemporary scholarship has offered a sophisticated critique of these literary movements and the narrow-mindedness of their canon making vision, I will suggest that we can discern an impulse within these writings to fashion a literature and an aesthetic code that was bent towards social harmony. Even though these writers and their literary efforts might not have been unstained by the communal politics of the time, by drawing on the writings of the later literary critic, Ramvilas Sharma, I argue that it is only by paying attention to conversations within Hindi academic discourse that we might discern and strengthen this social-ethical impulse; an impulse which might otherwise be easily usurped by Hindu right wing discourse.

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It's a peculiar attempt, this 1920. Shooting in Yorkshire -- and passing a castle there as just a hansom-cab ride away from Mumbai -- the film clearly desires to replicate classic British period chillers. The man wears a three-piece suit, the woman is in modern-day approximations of what the art director mistakes for being Victorian, and they look more the exiled Baron and Baroness instead of the Thakur-Thakrain. It is as if director Vikram Bhatt -- who made watchable films a decade ago, we hear -- wanted to create a stulted period atmosphere just to show other horror-makers that his work is, indeed, different. Unlike the Ramsays, his is a mansion, not a haveli. Unlike Ram Gopal Varma, his film relies on footsteps in silence, not sound-design boos. And with scratchy gramophones and the use of western classical music, he seems to be trying to show us how international his film is, how classy. How British.

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The sad fall-out of Mr Bhatt's stiff-upper-lip machinations, however, is quite simply this: In his concerted attempts to recreate a period English setting, he has managed to adequately conjure up just the stuffiness -- and has made a 'horror' film so dreadfully boring it would send James Ivory to sleep. Debutant Rajneesh Duggal stars as Arjun Singh Rathod, a young architect who has found his dream project in an (obviously haunted) mansion that has to be torn down and made into a hotel. Meanwhile, his bride Lisa -- played by the atypically attractive Adah Sharma, likely cast because she looks anaemic enough to be a vampire'd out Countess -- is hesitant about this assignment, what with her penchant to chase after mysterious noises in the middle of the night. So then we have a haunted mansion, a caretaker who knows better, and the local priest -- Father Thomas, I believe -- dealing with a case of eventual possession, after which we are taken into a 'back in the day' plotline (reminiscent of Bhool Bhulaiyya), something that flashbacks into malarkey about how, back in the 19th century, lady of the haveli Gayatri -- Anjori Alagh playing a patriotically horny trollop -- traps an evil soldier by seducing him. Because a knife in his back would have been too easy, you know.

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And so this patently unscary -- and really long -- movie drags on, testing your patience as absolutely everything goes on with uncaring, old-school predictability. It's like a half-hour script for a weak television horror episode cruelly yanked over full feature-length screentime, self-indulgently pretending it's better than random horror schlock because it's moody enough to contain dozens of repetitive silent moments. It isn't. The climax is painful -- if you choose to think about it, which you really shouldn't. The only thing scary about a film like 1920 is the fact that someone paid to produce it. Oo-er. Rediff Rating:

My essay is an attempt to track the long literary lineage, stretching back to the early decades of the twentieth century, of the emergent genre of the Dalit personal narrative in Hindi, which has begun to make itself more and more visible in North India since the concluding decades of the century. I shall argue that these narratives are, without a doubt, the legatees of a tradition of anticaste writing and a vibrant, though largely unremarked upon, Dalit print culture that flourished in Uttar Pradesh through the 1920s and beyond. Special reference is made, in this regard, to the literary work of Swami Achhutanand, the doyen of the anticaste movement in North India, and to his influence on later generations of undercaste writers in the so-called Hindi belt. The essay also contains some reflections on the nature of the Dalit counterpublic, which comprises the social constituency addressed by the contemporary Dalit personal narrative in Hindi.

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Bernard "Buck" Hefron piloted the first air mail flight destined for Salt Lake City on September 9, 1920. Apparently the pilot's service did not live up to the demands of his supervisors, and Buck Hefron was fired on October 15, 1920 by supervisor Dunphy.

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