Remember The Road Taken

With the 70th anniversary of Partition close by, people are beginning to remember once again the bloody birth pangs of India and Pakistan as they struggled to spring apart to two different destinies. Seventy years on, the umbilical cord which once bound them together continues to prise them apart. The trauma that accompanied it is a forgotten history, buried with the phantom mother about whom only mild nostalgia remains. Because, 50 per cent of today바카라�s population is barely three decades old바카라�and fed on a singular diet of the heroism of the freedom struggle. There has been a peculiar and enforced silence about the events leading to the Partition, and the impact it had on ordinary lives. Was it guilt? Was it forgetfulness? Was it deliberate erasing of a violent past? Perhaps all three questions can be answered by a resounding 바카라�yes바카라�.

Fortunately, a wave of new interest and curiosity in the Partition is forcing us to look back at the events of 1947바카라�and we can only wonder whether more had been at stake. Along with the cartography of the country, did the 바카라�idea of India바카라� also get seriously altered? Indeed, didn바카라�t the deepest schisms in our society arise out of 바카라�Partition바카라�바카라�the last blow of the British policy of 바카라�divide and rule바카라�? And so, even if a nation was stitched together and a Constitution was written to bind it바카라�did the Partition enable us to be either fully divided or fully together? What can be done to heal wounds which still fester silently?

Finally, we are revisiting the carnage that arose from deals behind close doors, which people knew little about. New poetry, cinema, literature are emerging바카라�and thankfully, the stories are no longer fantasies of the midnight바카라�s child. These narratives are closer to reality, covering the pre- and post-1947 period바카라�about the colossal collapse of law and order and, more especially, of goodwill between well-knit communities which braved enormous deprivations. As I work with like-minded people to set up the first Partition museum in Amritsar, we see the slow trickle of literature, poetry, theatre, film and music emerging. It is as though memory has returned to an amnesiac nation바카라�forgetful of the debt it owed to those whose homes were burnt down, while bright lights glittered during the Independence celebrations in New Delhi and Karachi.

Among the new wave of writing on Partition comes Line of Blood by Balraj Khanna바카라�a UK-based artist and author. The book opens just before Partition and ends just after it바카라�capturing the mood of people in Punjab바카라�in a mythical town aptly called Puranapur, (the title literally evokes 바카라�olden times바카라�). These are moments fraught with uncertainty, in spite of which neighbours from different communities live amicably with each other. Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs share deep friendships바카라�even if the leaders of the Congress and the Muslim League, far away, are already walking on different paths. The 바카라�high political바카라� events taking place in Delhi, Simla and London begin to rupture the peace in Puranapur, as people are wary of the ramifications of the 바카라�Line of Blood바카라� that Sir Cyril Radcliffe is about to draw, a borderline case of an incredibly incendiary act.

The countdown to the actual Partition creates rifts바카라�akin to the actual narratives we are recording in the Partition Museum. Even if the book is fiction, it does capture the confusion and sense of betrayal so many felt at the time. It is written in an easy conversational style, the entire narrative is seen through the eyes of the residents of Puranapur, who are unable to protect their families from the massacre soon to be unleashed. The plot and the characters are not very complex바카라�Khanna has drawn upon his own experiences as a refugee in Qadian (now in Pakistan), and has drawn most of the characters from life.

Yet, the novel appears to play into the Western view of 바카라�orientalism바카라� and stereotypes바카라�such as a 바카라�snake charmer바카라� who is called in to suck out the poison from a boy바카라�s foot. Symbolically, of course, he is a Hindu saving the life of a Muslim child. Even if the symbolism is touching, stereotypes like this make the 바카라�realism바카라� of Khanna바카라�s novel slightly suspect. But it starkly captures the helplessness of the times. Towards the end, when communities are forced to flee to safety바카라�after a particularly violent attack바카라�it is despairing that there is no other way out. It is this inevitability which is particularly disturbing, as there seems no recourse to escape the escalating violence바카라�except the refuge offered by Partition in a newly carved out nation.