Thursday, 17 May 2012

Mythological Allusions in GithaHariharan’s The Thousand Faces of Night


Mythological Allusions
 in
GithaHariharan’s The Thousand Faces of Night

            Githa Hariharan’s debut novel, The Thousand Faces of Night articulates the problems of women with the help of Indian Mythology. She links the plight of her women characters with the Indian myths as Mahabaratha, Sanskrit stories etc.; to the Gods, Goddesses, legendary heroines in the epics of India. These stories were instrumental in supporting the insidious patriarchal concepts. The lives of the three women in TheThousand Faces of Night—Devi, Sita and Mayamma exposes the different dimensions of women’s oppression. The reworking, revisioning and retelling of the myths as allusions of the character’s story is the highlight of the novel.
            The story of the three women tells about the society’s patriarchal pattern. The society‘s expectations and the taboos laid by men of the world are vividly portrayed. ‘Story within a story’ is the narrative technique which Hariharan employs in the novel. To substantiate her stories, she uses mythological allusions from the great epics of India.
For any Indian women, institution of marriage ensures protection, love , compatibility and happiness. Marriage makes a woman expect a lot of happy events, compassion, empathy, mutual understanding and a protective atmosphere to live life in peace and harmony. Marital life in India, on the contrary lays a lot of restrictions and constraints which constrict them from a life of freedom .  They suffer disappointment and disillusionment in the face of reality.
The Thousand Faces of Night is the portrayal of different facets of women suffering different kinds of suffering  and  depicts the status of women in Indian society.  It articulates the problems of women with the help of Indian Mythology. It yokes together the various vicissitudes faced by women of the puranas.
Devi , a young educated girl with ‘the American experience’  struggles to cope with her husband Mahesh, who is most of the time on business tour. She feels alienated in her own home. She searches for an identity and tries to free her from the bondage of marriage and the various roles levied on her .Grandmother’s tales heard in her childhood days inspire her and she tries to replicate them with her own life.  The stories which she heard every summer  from the Grandmother is a kind of preparation to her future life. The child’s mind is prepared to accept her role of woman. The grandmother’s stories prepares the child towards her marriage where fortitude, patience , endurance and perseverance are inevitable. Grandmother’s stories are allusions to Gods, Goddesses, superhuman warriors, brave prince, beautiful and virtuous princesses, men and women destined to lead heroic lives. For each character’s problems, the grandmother indirectly narrates a story . The stories are solutions to their problems but they  “were not simple:they had to be decoded.”(27) They were no ordinary bedtime stories.
The stories were told for particular occasion to a particular character as
Gauri’s domestic problems  is yoked with a story of the “ beautiful girl who married a snake”. Uma’s disastrous marriage was linked with how even Amba, a high born prince becomes a ‘victim of disaster’.Amma’s stories are yoked together with Gandhari’s story.Gandhari with all her fury “embraces her destiny –a blind husband—with a self-sacrifice worthy of her royal blood.”(29) . In the same way, Amma is a wilful, proud woman. Grandmother gives us an anecdote about how the father-in-law scolded her for not sweeping the floor of the pooja room. When she lost herself in playing the veena, the uproar  of the father-in-law to put her veena away , Amma with a furiousness ” reached for the strings of her precious veena and pulled them out of the wooden base. They came apart with a discordant twang of protest.”(30).  The heart-rending music was never heard again .
 Gandhari might have blindfolded herself as a subservient wife just because her husband was blind or she might have blindfolded herself to rebel against the injustice urged on her to marry a blind husband Dhritrashtra . Gandhari wants to punish people who have imposed her the marital life with a blind man. It might also be interpreted that she refrains to see what her husband is not let to see because of his blindness. As a subservient wife, she completely shuns the scenes which the husband cannot see. Gandhari is the very enigma of women of protest.she is a wilful, proud woman who denies, sacrifices “ sight” as an answer to the injustice done to her. In the self same way, Sita also discards the Veena as an act of denial and sacrifice to retaliate to the father-in-law’s curt remarks , “Are you a wife, a daughter-in-law?”(30)
Hariharan’s novel is a dexterous conglomeration of numerous stories besides the story of the protagonist Devi. And the technique is “Passing-on” narration from one character to the other. The narration passes from Grandmother’s stories, the Baba’s stories and to Mayamma.
In the novel,Sita as a young daughter-in-law also equivalently protest in Gandhari’s fashion. When the grandmother cannot find a precise mythological equivalent for the experiences women had, she uses to corelate them with stories of “the beautiful girl who married a snake”.
  Indian families have a plethora of relationships to saveguard the system of marriage. But when there is a familial problem, nobody supports her. She fights her battles alone—her battles with men. “A woman fights her battles alone.”  Devi , who lives a lonely life, not able to bear the solitary life frees herself from the bond and rejoins her mother. She fights her battle alone.
Devi’s father-in-law, Baba  is a typical illustration of a male-dominated patriarchal world. His character is revealed through the stories which he elaborates to Devi. They are elucidation of the codes laid down by Manu which explicits the virtuous and chaste women who inspires their husbands along the path of Dharma by their sacrificial nature, self-abnegation and subservience.
Baba’s stories are different from Grandmother’s stories. While grandmother’s stories “were a prelude to my womanhood, an initiation into the subterranean possibilities. His define the limits.”(51) Baba’s stories were not ambiguous and its centre-point “an exacting touchstone for a woman, a wife.”(51). Baba’s stories always reflects that women should be devoted to their husbands .He explains the means of reaching Heaven by serving their husband with devotion and care. Baba sets the criteria for a good housewife and even afte he left his hynotic voice quavers, “The housewife should always be joyous, adept at domestic work, neat in her domestic  wares and restrained in expenses. Controlled in mind, word, and body, she who does not transgress her lord, attains heaven even as her lord does.”(70).
Muthuswamy Dikshitar’s story, Purandara Dasa, Syaama Sastri, Thygaraja’s second wife story are Baba’s illustrative stories. Baba gives out philosophical note from Manu, “All men are enjoined to cherish women, and look after them as their most precious wards. Fathers, brothers, husbands and brother-in-law should honor brides, if they desire welfare. Where women are honoured, there the gods delight; where they are not honoured, there all acts become fruitless.”
Baba says that women had always been instruments of the saint’s initiation to ‘bhakthi’. He recites the story of Jeyadeva who sang Gita Govinda ,  to say how great man can see the spiritual greatness of his wife.
Baba alludes the story of Purandara Dasa, who became miserly as his fortune grew. One day when a Brahmin asked for money to conduct upanayanam, he kept putting him off. So the Brahmin went to Sarasvati Bai, who without thought gave her nose-ring. But when Purandara Das came to know this, he sent a messenger to bring her ring. Not knowing what to do, when she was about to drink the poisonous potion, she saw the exact replica of nose-ring. After this incident ,Purandara was humbled and he lead a austere life.
Baba’s another story of Narayana Tirtha, talks about how a virtuous wife devoted to her husband dies before him, a sumangali, her forehead unwidowed and whole with vermillion, her arms and neck still ornamented with bangles and gold chains.  He narrates how Syama Sastri’s wife died five days before he did and how Thyagaraja’s second wife died after performing the sumangali  prarthana .
Baba summed up his illustrative stories: “By public confession, repentance, penance, repetition of holy mantras, and by gifts, the sinner is released from sin. That which is hard to get over, hard to get, hard to reach, hard to do, all that can be accomplished by penance: it is difficult to overcome penance.”(67)
Githa Hariharan’s Devi,  inspite of the continuous exposure to the mythical stories told by her grandmother from childhood, and then after marriage the stories she hears from the father-in-law and the real stories of Sita, Uma, Gauri and Mayamma does not help her to be a submissive wife to Mahesh. Like how her mother-in-law revolted by leaving the family in search of God, Devi’s elopement  with Gopal, is also a revolt against her husband Mahesh, who merely wants her to keep waiting for his arrival as a submissive wife. His long tours, her father-in-law’s departure to NewYork deprive her companionship.Her longing to bear children to break the monotony , the loneliness and the meaninglessness of life is not fulfilled. Finally, in a fit to give vent to her lone life, to put an end to the “yawning emptiness”(68),she chooses to elope with Gopal . She hopes to find solace with the company of Gopal but in vain. So, the hankering for love ends  and she goes alone in search of her identity.
             Her life long search for an identity ends when she reaches her mother.  Her search for identity, her quest for identity, gets fulfilled only when she reaches her home. All the grandmother’s stories which were told to condition her mind towards the womanhood she would attain had not helped her to live a life of subjection to her husband. She even dismisses the very thought of conception and leaves Mahesh. Her acquaintance with Dan and the whole course of stay in America fails to give her an identity in an alien country. Her fear to accept Dan’s marriage proposal is part of the “American Dream”. Her fear to reject the proposal for arranged marriage after she comes to India, refuses her an identity . Her acceptance to marry of Mahesh and later to be his wife(the way he wanted her to be) does not satisfy her . She tries to bear children and would have satisfied herself as a mother, but refuses .
            When she probes into the lives of women in the myth of her grandmother, she recalls all of them: Gandhari anger to blindfold herself in protest against people who caused injustice,Sita who vows not to touch the most coveted Veena in protest against her father-in-law’s accusation, Amba who gloriously triumphed against Bheeshma who wronged her, Devi’s grandmother who accepts her destiny as a widow ,Parvati who revolts by leaving her family to God... Devi’s protest is self-assertion. Devi’s marriage with Mahesh is absolutely meaningless, with his constant tours and his” purposeful love-making”. Mahesh finds fault with her upbringing and he says, “this is what comes out of educating a woman”. (74). His remarks of the other women who are not well educated but happy, active, enthusiatic and confident for example he citesMrs.Thara. She revolts against Mahesh by refusing his craving desire for a child. Her revenge against Mahesh is fulfilled when she elopes with Gopal making him a cuckold.
                       Githa Hariharan is a feminist writer. Her protagonist tries to free herself from the so called notions, taboos of the society, expectations of the scriptures. She tries to break the bond a woman has with the society and she never wants to oblige to the expectations of the patriarchal world. She wants to free herself and takes the rebels of the myth as examples to find her identity. In reality too, she takes examples of women who had revolted and rebelled against the social pattern of the chauvinistic society. The characters in the novel are enigmatic to Devi and she judges herself against them.


References
Hariharan,Githa. The Thousand Faces of Night.  Penguin Books. Penguin Books India .NewDelhi.India, 1992.
Ray, Mohit K. & Rama Kundu. Ed. Studies in Women Writers in English. Vol.III  Atlantic Publishers & Distributors, New Delhi.2005.
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Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must --but don't you quit.

 Courtesy:
Edgar A Guest
Tough Times Never Last! But Tough People Do!

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Love

"Love"

by Charumathi Rathinavel on Sunday, June 5, 2011 at 12:43pm ·
 
Nothing is permanent. Nothing is indispensable in this wide world. Everything undergoes transition. It  sickens and it pains enormously to realize that the whole concept of love is exploited to its fullest extent, to a incredibly large proportion by people. Love has become a password for so many “conveniences” of life. A “make-believe” word . Under the cover of love, deception becomes easy and cozy for men and women irrespectively. ‘Covert operations’ are dexterously played with this magical emotive word "love" to  which mostly women become mesmerized victims.

Inspite of learning important lessons of failure and deprivation, people still hover around with the illusion that without love the world seems doomed and seek new comforts hoping a fresh start.

As Bacon says in his essay “Of Love”, the depth of love could be felt only through literature  and in modern times more in movies . That’s the reason why people still crazily swarm the theatres finding vent to their craving unfulfilled desires.

All the ovation for love, all the celebration of love could be found in surreal “ arts” than in reality. All the love stories are sweet and amorous. All tragedies and happy endings are applicable to dramatis personae of texts. Love can be divine and can be hailed,  not in real lustful life.

Death ,the harbinger of joy to the Celestial World!

Death ,the harbinger of joy to the Celestial World!

by Charumathi Rathinavel on Wednesday, November 30, 2011 at 2:35pm ·

If life's experiences embiitter us with misfortunes, sorrows, loses,sufferings of the mind & the physique;  if it is full of frustrations, failures, despair and struggle; if life has nothing to offer you; if you feel void; if  there's nothing worthwhile to spend ; if you deserve no space in this world; if life recognizes you not for your wealth/ success/attempts/ failures; if life rewards you not for your virtuousness; if life encounters only cheats, frauds, traitors, deceits and the like... it makes it easy for you quit this world; it satiates and never want to live anymore, nothing holds you, nothing grieves you, nothing really hurts or pains to leave this world.

Rather you welcome death... Death is a saviour , to relieve you from the mesh of the terrestrial life; redeem you from the burden of sin.

Indeed grateful to God we are, for without death... into this world of eternal suffering ... there is no redemption, there is no cure to the wounds of love...to the hurt of traitory... to the bleeding pain of life.

Angel of Death

Friday, 17 February 2012

Virtuous Life

Shriveled hopes, parched dreams,
Troubled thoughts, crippled emotions,
Perpetual suffering, ignominy and contempt,
Shrunken the shrinking violet.

Impeccancy , toil and moil
Leads not to vaulting ambitions.
Perpetual constraints and restraints
Leaves vestigial traces of success.
Languor smears and
Doubt encircles:
If god himself favours profligates!

Scrutinizing the lives of  renowned personalities:
Those vicariously suffering for society
Those impeteously succumbed to desires
Those warped with abundant wealth
And those with only the country as their breath.

Contemplation unveils:
As years pass by and age ensues
Time allows us to traverse and recall,
As to what we are
At the threshold of death.

Then,
If ever a man rests without pain or guilt,
If ever a man has no fear of doomsday,
If ever a man has no complaints or regrets,
Inspite of flaws and failures in his life,
Finds happiness in his little doings.
Embraces death in tranquility,
Indubitably, he has lived a virtuous life.

Memories

Life itself is a conglomeration of reminiscences,
Engraved and chisled in our heart of hearts,
Pangs of nostalgic memories transcends the bygones,
And leaves the heart pining and longing for the lost.

Memories are neither forgettable nor unforgettable,
A breezy wind, a drizzly day, a blossomed orchard,
A sublime soul, a timely solace, a hearty charity,
Spark off our memories.

Some we are wanting to forget, for the pain it brings,
Some we are wanting to remember, for the pleasure it gives,
Some double our happiness to review our lives,
some send tremors in us and shatter our peace.

Memories never fade when they are intense
Cherisable when they are joyful,
Cradle us when they are melodious,
Enduring when they are adorable.

Memories are seasonal that withers and sprouts afresh,
Recollect in tranquility when they are poetic,
Never depart when they are calamitous,
Nourish when they are novel.

We journey heavily laden
With memories...
Crucified by remorse and penitence.
Living devoid of resurrection,
we crave for the redemptive power of love.

The Beautiful Moon

A Poem by K.Rathinavel on his beloved:
Dtd. December 22nd 1987

When I behold the beautiful moon,
My heart lifts like a balloon.
It's not simply because of fun,
But, the reason is only one.

The stars in the sky are fair,
But the charm of the moon is rare,
It's shine is cool and white,
That never fails to bring me delight.

I left my heart wide open,
To grasp the light from Heaven,
And she is the only one,
Whose name is the 'The Beautiful Moon'.