Premchand is an iconic Hindi writer. He was
keen in pulling out the daemons in the society through his writings. His novel "The Second Wife (Nirmala)" shows
us his determination in doing so.
The novel
strikes hard on the evil ruling in everyone's mind and soul .The story woven
around 1900's represents the culture of the Indian society and the
status of a woman in it, which seems true for our fast modern age as
well.
The story revolves
around Nirmala whose every phase of life is enlivened. Her duties and
responsibilities as a daughter, sister, wife, mother and friend comprise the
story. The typical Indian household at the turn of the century is highlighted
in which her wedding is arranged even while she is still a minor.
The novel begins
with the perspective of father and mother who see their daughter as a burden,
the sole reason being her marriage. It also shows what marriage meant to people
in those times. For the bride’s parents it was a lot more than just giving them
their daughter. They had to provide a lot of dowry in order to be respectable
and to shut the mouths of in-laws. Daughters of families not having someone to
bestow wealth had an uncertain and certainly unhappy present and future.
Nirmala was
married to a man much older than herself as her family couldn’t provide for the
dowry. She silently sacrifices her life in the service of her aged husband and
his sons devoid of all marital pleasures. Even then she is blamed as the reason
for all catastrophes in her family. Her efforts ultimately lead to her own
demise in this internally crippled society of ours.
The girls
who were destined to be someone’s life-partner gave their best to be a
responsible and loving wife, a benevolent mother and all the other relations
she is bound to, after going to her husband's house. Here Nirmala devotes all
her time and love to make her husband happy who is the age of her father and couldn't
satiate himself from his married life. Loyalty is usually expected from those
who are subordinate. It is often forgotten that it is impossible to grab
slippery sand in a tightly closed fist.
Another evil
of the society that comes up is the demeaning of a step-mother. The story
reveals the suspicions harbored by her aging husband on the relationship between
her and the step-son, which was merely mother-child affection. The vulnerable role
of a step-mother is shown in which she is accused for the wrongs she didn't
commit or even for the rights decisions she made in some cases. She's at stake for all her decisions and is
ill-treated in her own home. A suspicious eye always kept a watch on her as her
“son” being the same age as her.
The story
contains almost all the ill happenings in a women's life. It also shows how
some permanent difficulties change your inner-self. The society finally turns
you its own way. You have to abide by the rules to live even if it is wrongly
constructed.
The novel
has been devised in a simple language and the story flows smoothly. It is very
well evident that Premchand’s focus is not on begetting a literary masterpiece
but rather a commentary on the society in a simpler down to earth manner, that
would directly appeal to the heart of the reader.
The story
touched my sentiments and in fact by the end I was like closing my eyes and
pressing my emotions so that I don't cry. After witnessing all the
mis-happenings in the novel, it took a while for my mind to settle back to
normal. And for almost a week the events bounced back and forth in my thoughts.
I felt really sorry for the goddess-like “Nirmala”.
After having
read this novel I came to directly witness what was it like to be a women in
the preindependence era and I could really feel as how this novel is so very
relevant in the present context. Premchand’s literary style is very immersive
and at the same time very touching. The way he builds the character and with a
character so sensitive as a woman it’s literally Premchand’s genius that helps
us identify ourselves with her situation and her life. The way he ends the
story is so tragic that it’s really impossible to restrain the tears.
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