I had read the Malayalam novel “Pandavapuram”, years back , may be soon after it was published. Had seen the film too which had been scripted by M.T.Vasudevan Nair, based on this book, when it was screened during one of the film festivals in Delhi.
At that time , I think it registered in my mind, as a new format for narrating a story, a style which took the reader through what was real and a parallel world of fantasy that was spun thread by thread by Devi , the main character in the story, as she tried to make sense of her plight as the abandoned wife of a weak and wilful husband and a mother of a little boy.
I picked up “Pandavauram” again from the bookshop during my recent visit to Kannur. Reading it again has been a process of discovering several layers to it that had escaped that first reading.
That happens often, doesn’t it?
More often than not, “Why?” is a question that stalks us obsessively when life takes those unexpected turns without providing any pointers towards our own culpability. It is not everyone who can surrender unquestioningly to a fate assigned to us from a realm that is outside our rational understanding or that which transgresses the “cause and effect” equation. The present often seems to have no consequential link to the past. Neither does it throw up any evident signs of all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle being shuffled around to make the inchoate and random happenings aligned and acceptable at some point in the future.
And trying to sort it out in your mind, negotiating the dark alleys of desperation , it is perhaps not that implausible that one mentally wanders off into a place and time of our own construct, where we can evoke images of how we would want to have the script played out and where we can bring characters to life that will help ease out our helplessness and victimhood and find solace in making them surrender to our will and purpose.
Pandavapuram is that place in Devi’s fantasy, where it would have been possible for her to surrender to the seduction of a young man, who she creates for the purpose of attributing a reason for her real life husband’s walking out of her life, leaving her alone and at the mercy of an apathetic society , who were keen to indict her instead of the temperamental and indecisive husband.
The story flits back and forth from that illusory world to the real- life surroundings of her home where she lives with her son, her aged mother-in-law and her school going sister-in-law. The line between fact and fiction "within" this fictional novel, is extremely thin and that perhaps is the finesse in the story writing that has to be applauded.
It is amazing that Sethu would have wanted to and has in fact managed quite convincingly, to map out the contours of a woman’s mind and its possible meanderings…a woman caught in the trap of a patriarchal world, where a male can just slip away unquestioned, leaving the woman to fend off the ridicule and suspicions about her morality, even as she struggled to meet the demands of everyday survival.
Pandavapuram is her secret refuge , where she can make her illusory seducer whimper at her feet , for not having had the courage to own up to their imaginary illicit relationship and where after banishing him, she can scout around for the next one and the next for whom she will continue to wait at the local Railway station, to avenge the slights heaped upon her by society, by living up to the image in which they had cast her!!!
Did that Railway platform really exist or was that a figment of her imagination too?