From Pastoral to Political
One more Hindi novel goes waste in trying to proselytize, in trying to turn itself into an idealism.
Three young men sleep under a hundred year old banyan tree, and the tree manifests as a humanoid in the dream of one. It goes on to enumerate the history of the listener's family, conjoining it with the history of the village. 19th century pastoral life in what is today's northern Bihar, rife with superstitions and calamity, is evoked. Feudalism is bashed. Even Hindu tradition is bashed. One likes the novel here, likes its naivete and its simple execution. A passage from the novel will exemplify this:
मनुष्यों की बलि चाहनेवाले यक्ष-गन्धर्व, देव-देवियाँ और ब्रह्म अब बाहर नहीं रह गए -- मोती जिल्दोंवाले पुराने पोथों की बारीक पंक्तियों के अन्दर आज वे नज़रबंद हैं। राजाओं, पुरोहितों, सामंतों और तीर्थकरों की बातों का बढ़ा-चढ़ाकर बखान करनेवाले बहुत सारे विद्वान सुदूर अतीत की उन क्रूर घटनाओं पर अब भी पर्दा डाले हुए हैं; वह उन लोगों के लिए सतयुग है, स्वर्णयुग है ! साधारण जनता का स्वर्णयुग तो अब आने वाला है बेटा !
But then the novels takes a historical turn - it zooms out of the village and acquires a nationalistic tone. India's struggle for independence is given as a crash course. One wonders why one is reading a compression like this one - till one realizes that Nagarjun's desire is to move the entire discussion toward a political ideology. Suddenly the novel becomes disingenuous; it loses its earlier qualities.
Ultimately the political aim becomes clear. The banyan tree falls in an area that can be understood as a commonly owned area. With the fall of the old-Zamindari system, such lands are also up for grabs in the market. What was public property is on course to become private. The novel thus proposes, as a counter to this post-feudal effect, Socialism through its tool of Socialist Realism. The establishment of pseudo-communist Kisaan Sabhas is posited as a synonym for progress. While there is no real problem in this per se, one has to evaluate it considering the effect it has on the novel - for Nagarjun chose the medium of the novel and not of the essay to say what he had to say. The novel fails, because it wants to do too much. It remains simple throughout, but that innocence that it needed to strengthen its simplicity with, is shed somewhere in the middle. And when that happens, the novel just becomes silly. In the end, the idea of the old banyan tree dying and a new one planted in its place, while meant as a sign of progress, falls flat as bad propaganda.