Choices, and non choices, and how you make your way
“She looked behind her and saw in the distance a road that sound about like an undulating cobra pursuing her. She wanted to return, to wipe out this frightful mark and in its place draw a beat and clean line. But the curves had become too firm, like a steel wire. Her eyes closed, she began running on these crooked lines”
“Girls generally nurse a desire to get married, but of late Shamman had been experiencing the desire to hit people”
Shamman is a powerhouse; vulnerable but so strong, navigating the choppy waters of childhood to thrive. I get lost in the wider lens she brings and I agree with other reviewers that the pace as well as rhe change of tone is what loses me the most
Her first love being her teacher: and how brilliant the young Miss Charan is at managing her new pupil. Ignoring her mischief and then:”in a few days she found herself in the grip of a thousand responsibilities” - class monitor, in charge of chalk and pupils and books. From
Confusion to affection and then… left again.
“Three days after the incident Miss Charan left” and Shamman learns to be hard hearted
Chughtai writes heart ache, fluidity of love (friendships, family, romance) and break up really well. Love comes, love goes. She treasured when it was there; she learned to feel and grieve and grow when it leaves. And the way each different type of man leaves her unfulfilled
She feels deeply, and Chughtai gives her character the poetry these emotions deserve.
“Shamman snapped from fear and anguish. All night she heard the rustle of snakes hissing around her bed. The sounds leaving her spent and lifeless”
Her next love, Najma, her fellow pupil:
“‘Shami’ Najma whispered, her voice like the vibration of two gossamer - thin filaments rubbing together”
“Najma was like a flame with which one could warm one’s hands for a moment, while Sadat was a cool stream, a friend with whom she associated compassionate behaviour and wonderfully lively times”
“When Shamman returned to college she discovered that Rashid had gone to England.
Shamman felt as if a film reel had suddenly snapped while running and the lights in the hall had come on with an abrupt flash, blinding her eyes with their brutal, piercing ways”
When she enters rhe mission school: “for the first time Shamman realised how big and expansive the world was…
Despite security measures, the vast sea of romance surged and swelled and the matron with the coarse lips and chipped, yellow teeth had no control over these matters”
Her encounter with Rai: “when Rai Shahib picked her up and put her in the chair, she felt as though she had swung through the starry skies and come to a sudden halt. Everything teetered around her and a sacred fragrance numbed her brain. She quickly rose to her feet, and, lifting up a glass of chilled water with trembling hands, she carried it to her eternally parched lips”
Rai coming between her friendship with Preema - a hint of Tori Amos understanding:”the two loving friends suddenly found themselves in the parched landscape of alienation, distanced from each other.
Their feelings had become scattered, as if a desert had suddenly appeared between two friends and they couldn’t even call out to each other”
There’s a touch of the Jane Austen’s (or Taylor Swift?) in the middle section. The strengthening of women’s friendships and the backdrop of romance. When a child wounds a finger while she’s being mischievous, she conceals the bloodied finger with her shirt and hides in the corner. frightened by sorrow and shame, Shammans feelings also fell face down in some remote corner of her heart, perhaps to stay there forever”
Her journey to university and discovering men can be just as slutty as women:
“Despite all her efforts she couldn’t ignore Satil”
Satil v Iftikhar - contrasting men, contrasting wants
Her journey back home to see Noori, who is now. “Her dowry was like an ethereal quilt with thoughts of her husband woven into every stitch”
“That day she felt so many glances piercing her body and instead of thrusting them away she held them against her breast and caressed them.”
When she becomes a headteacher after college; single womanhood and then Iftikhar returns - a dissident and now after prison a full we version of himself?
“Shamman clutched her unsteady heart”
“When the torrent of a stream falls upon the earth it creates gashes in the earth. The current of love fell upon Almas starving motherhood with such force it created a well”
It changes tone as the war comes and revolution comes - I hadn’t considered the parallel actions of world war 2 and independence and partition
She’s an active participant (reminding me of the lions of Grunwick) - but she’s clear sighted in her take down and critique as much as she is when considering relationships: “Shamman soon wearied of the non-revolutionary antics of the revolutionary organisations”
Iftikhar uncovered not just as a manipulator bit a man with many women, by the shock of his newly discovered (to Shamman) wife, who shared the letters - the same as between him and so many
“Watching the bundle of orphaned letters before her. So this was the harvest from her garden of love”
“Iftikhar had taught her a wonderful lesson. If you want to train a lion, keep him hungry. If you want to rule a people, keep them hungry. These few whites who are ruling over millions of blacks are doing so in accordance with the policy of hunger”
P262 After the professor, and more turbulence:
“She looked behind her and saw in the distance a road that sound about like an undulating cobra pursuing her. She wanted to return, to wipe out this frightful mark and in its place draw a beat and clean line. But the curves had become too firm, like a steel wire. Her eyes closed, she began running on these crooked lines”
When she marries after her journey of crooked lines, it’s at the end of a journey which doesnt find love to be real: “I’ve never been able to understand what love is and now I’ve stopped contemplating this question altogether”
The failure of the marriage, the brutal honesty, the lack of any kind of conclusion let alone a happy ending - it’s fitting for such a story, for such a character. We never know hot it ends. Just that she is tired; but resolutely herself; but tired