Category Archives: Literature

Tragedy of Indian Writers in English

The tragedy of Indian writers in English is that they aren’t observant of humor and melancholy of everyday. They want their works to be lyrical. Romanticism emerging from the hallucination of dailiness makes their works poetic and yet hollow. They go on appropriating lives, the way they would like to see them, without really documenting lives, sharing the stories for their own crassness and sophistication. There are exceptions, but far and few and can be counted on fingers- Kiran Doshi’s ‘When Jinnah came to our home’ or Ruskin Bond’s works are few examples of the exceptions.

This is why I don’t like the works of Arundhati Roy. I could barely move beyond a dozen pages of her first novel and it has become a challenge to read her new novel. Her non-fiction is as good as her fiction. I don’t want to compare, sad to say, Khushwant Singh’s novel ‘Delhi’ is way more real than Roy’s recent lyrical work.

Interestingly, the translated works have that beauty. They are a glance to humor and melancholy of our dailiness, in all its crassness and sophistication.

And of course, writers in Punjabi, Hindi and Urdu, and all other languages of South Asia (many of the other languages, I’ve read translated works either in Punjabi, Hindi or English), make you laugh and cry, sometimes both at the same. There is certain intimacy in non-English works, which English writers are yet to explore.

The Golden Legend is Scary and Yet True

Nadeem Aslam’s recently released ‘The Golden Legend’ is scary and yet true. It is the story of our times. Killings on the name of religion, nation, prophet and cows. They are all there in the novel. The landscape is oozing and overflowing with blood. That doesn’t deter the lovers. They keep loving. It is love and the memories of love which matter the most.

There is an elaborate description of violence. The reader is pushed to the wall with many existential questions. Is there any value of human existence? Are our destinies pre- determined by the geographies we are born in. Are religious men cause of all violence? Or is there something more to religion? Are those skull cap wearing Mullahs, with rosaries in their hands and long white beards dictating bloodshed or are they marginal players, victims of the circumstances, they have been pushed in?

There aren’t any clear answers, neither in the book, nor in life. There is hope, as some of us are carrying those questions, and there are few, who may have answers- “How one person carried the answer through his life until he met person who was carrying the question.”

The protagonists of the novel are like real people. They are daring. They keep the flame of love alive, even in the hurricane of violence. Story moves between five individuals, and memories of many more. All busy in saving their lives. They escape to save themselves. Their escape is not escapism. Some are able to save themselves, some return as ghosts.

Novel challenges us, it forces us to take stand. The story is located in Pakistan. What is happening in Pakistan is happening in India too. Blasphemy laws, cow protection laws. Killing of humanity for some abstract ideas. It is happening everywhere. There is a global civil war and world is bleeding.

“Everything this land and others like it were going through was about power and influence. All of it. And these struggles of Pakistanis were not just about Pakistan, they were about the survival of the entire race. They were about the whole planet.”

In these circumstances, we can’t be escapists. This need to be confronted.

“It felt strange to think this about a place that could be violent, but most of the time there was a deep desire to avoid confrontation in Pakistan. Ordinary people wished to be left alone, and wished to leave others alone, finding pockets of love and comfort within the strict laws that governed them. They had been owned and abused so often that at the most basic level ownership and abuse meant nothing at all. It also mean, however, that loud, belligerent individuals and groups could remain unchallenged.”

We need to be daring, daring to fall in love and love which breaks boundaries. It’s only love which can help us survive the age of anger and hatred. And Aslam’s novel is all about the survival of love in the world blinded by violence.