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Mother of 1084 Notes
Mother of 1084 Notes
Set over the late sixties and early seventies, during the first phase of the Maoist-
inspired Naxalite insurgency in West Bengal, Mother of 1084 by Indian writer
and activist, Mahasweta Devi (1926–2016), is a focused examination of the
impact of targeted violence on those left behind through the story of one woman
stranded in her loss and grief. Sujata comes from a background of privilege,
raised in a wealthy Calcutta family and afforded an education, but in marriage
her life is constrained by the roles her social class expects of her. At the time of
the critical events in this novel, she is in her early fifties. Her oldest son and
daughter, Jyoti and Neepa, are both married and each have one child. Jyoti and
his family, as custom would have it, lives in the family home. The younger
daughter, Tuli, has a serious boyfriend. Her husband, Dibyananth—or as he is
often described, “Jyoti’s father”—is a successful businessman with, once his
wife decided she wanted no more children, a string of mistresses on the side.
Sujata also has a job at a banking office, taken on her own initiative when her
mother-in-law was still alive and commanding the daily affairs of the
household. It is something she has refused to give up.
Brati, the youngest son, had always been unlike his other siblings. Imaginative
and sensitive, he was easily frightened and deeply attached to his mother. From
his earliest years on through adolescence, their bond was close while there was
little love lost between Dibyananth and his second son. Naturally Sujata was
blamed for spoiling him and making him weak. When Brati is killed with a
group of young Naxalite revolutionaries, his father’s immediate concern is to
assure that no one knows of his involvement. He pulls a few strings and Brati’s
name is omitted from the news reports while at home all evidence of his
existence is cleared away and locked in his bedroom on the uppermost floor.
Sujata finds herself on the wrong side of her own family, on the side of the dead
man who had failed to consider the shame and embarrassment he would cause.
She is left alone to try to make sense of why her son had been drawn to such a
radical movement and to understand the events of the night on the eve of his
twentieth birthday that had cost him his life. It was a death that could not be
classified in any of the usual ways—illness, accident, crime:
All that Brati could be charged with was that he had lost faith in the social
system itself. Brati had decided for himself that freedom could not come from
the path society and the state offered. Brati had not remained content with
writing slogans on the wall, he had come to commit himself to the slogans.
There lay his offence.
Extending from morning to evening over the course of a single day, exactly two
years after his death, Mother of 1084 chronicles Sujata’s attempt to honour her
son’s memory and perhaps find some sense of closure. At home, Tuli is
preparing to hold her engagement party. Although it is her brother’s birth
anniversary, the date has been determined by her future mother-in-law’s
American guru—her own mother’s feelings be damned. Between attending to
the necessary arrangements in the house, Sujata will make two excursions that
will help fill in some of the missing information she craves, but not necessarily
bring any peace.
In the afternoon she travels out from central Calcutta to the colony where the
mother of Somu, one of Brati’s friends, lives. The young men killed had spent
their last hours in her house. Sujata had first met Somu’s mother when she went
to identify her son’s body and she had found in this poor woman a kind of a
kindred spirit, another mother who understood the loss. But face to face with the
graphic details of that fateful night and the absolutely devastating effect it has
had on this impoverished family, she is reminded that her social status will
forever be a barrier that cannot be wished away. The two women, brought
together in shock and pain at the morgue and the crematorium, share an affinity
that can never be more than temporary:
Time was stronger than grief. Grief is the bank. Time the flowing river, heaping
earth upon earth upon grief.
Later that afternoon, Sujata makes another outing, this one closer in location
and class, but again one with a divide that cannot be breached. For the first and
last time, she visits Brati’s girlfriend Nandini who has recently been released
from prison, bearing the injuries of torture and incarceration. In this encounter
there is a bitter demonstration of the activist’s unshakable resolve, something
the grieving mother will never fully appreciate. Upon returning home to where
guests are gathered, Sujata is clearly affected by her experiences, and all of the
memories and details that have come back to her over the course of that day.
But even as pain rips through her abdomen, she must once more attempt to play
her role as wife and mother. At least for the moment.