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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.



Suburbanisation of education!

I have come to a conclusion that the premier academic institutions (read universities/colleges) are merely consultant producing factories, where students don’t aspire to become the citizens of the lively planet earth and be a part of great human project to generate knowledge and better lives of all planetary beings.
Most of them, seek their future as consultants in big private companies, international institutions which publish glossy paper reports, have large bureaucracies and do very little transformation on ground, talk all faff and in the air. They all want to have a house in the suburbs of the city, with the life moving between the dichotomy of personal and professional and the day ends in front of the television screen with whiskey on lips and once in a while boring vanilla sex. Later, I am sure a lot of them will suffer from mid-life crisis, trying to make sense of their worth and existence, some will start new ventures, some may find new discreet sex partners and others will just move through the crisis and maintain status quo, and few will meet the fate of female protagonist of the movie Revolutionary Road.