Intizar sahib in his larger work, as is the case with this novel, also understood the plight of those left behind. In a short story of his, ‘Hindustan Se Aik Khat’ (A Letter From India), which predates this novel by many years, the protagonist who in the early 1970s is still in India, sends a heart-wrenching letter to his relatives now settled and enjoying the “good life” in Karachi. There is a lamentation in the letter about the family’s social decline and the unkempt nature of ancestral graves due to financial burdens. Through the portrayal of an aging couple (not unlike Jawad’s relatives in India in The Sea Lies Ahead) Intizar sahib also speaks to the implicit fear of being of under perpetual surveillance and the constant threat of real or imaginary violence that has become the reality for many Indian Muslims. Such trepidations are not part of this particular novel, yet the genteel poverty of his family members, the selling of property, the ruins of the old family home, the psychological and social isolation of Jawad’s cousin in Meerut, shows us the world of many Muslims on the other side.
Now let’s come to the city. The depictions are all too familiar, the waves of migration, the settling of uprooted people, the multiple dialects, the rise of random violence and religious bigotry, all point toward a multi-ethnic and cosmopolitan city … Karachi, a very different space from the Lahore of Husain’s earlier novel, Basti. Yet the novel is not about the localities that the elite created for itself, so aptly discussed in Qurratulain Hyder’s The Housing Society, but in areas (according to the descriptions in the book, as no neighbourhood is named) such as Dastagir, Ayesha Manzil, Nazimabad, Rizvia Colony, Firdaus Colony, Paposh Nagar, neighbourhoods where a middle class, salaried mohajir population settled in the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s. This depiction of Karachi works well with Intizar sahib’s storyline of mushairas and violence co-existing in the same space (the impromptu mushairas that I myself attended in people’s homes in these areas or the annual Amroha Mushaira in Federal B area in the 1970s and ’80s), a nuanced yet important understanding of Karachi’s resilience and creativity in the face of adversities.
Further, this novel or Intizar sahib’s larger oeuvre cannot merely be read within the tropes of Partition literature or for that matter as a form of “nostalgia” (howsoever defined). Rather Initizar sahib’s writings have a more universal tone linked to the dilemmas of displacement, of a diasporic existence, of an experience of rootlessness and vagrancy that one inhabits, once one leaves ‘home’. These can be depicted in stories that are about a certain town or qasbah in UP, as in this text, or can be invoked by narrating the sights and smells of distant lands in Pakhtun baithaks in Shershah Colony. In this novel, this recalling is linked to a process of remembering; memory that fades away as time passes, but then rushes to confront you as in the case of Jawad when he visits India again or when he is lying semi-conscious in a hospital.
Hence, a crucial question that the book raises is about how we remember, for what purposes, who does the remembering, in what context and against what kinds of history this memory is counterpoised to. In doing this, the text takes us into the realm of individual memories that undermine the nationalistic narrative of cataclysmic events like Partition. It dwells on how we remember through the senses … sight, smell, voice … that trigger forgotten lands, events, times, pleasures and sorrows. In constructing this argument, Intizar sahib’s writing enters a much broader canvas that attempts to understand an individual’s travel through time and space. So the nightingale’s singing, the sight of a tree, snakes crossing paths or the smell of monsoon rain, all can trigger a past that one has lived and experienced. Nature, with all its diversity, matters to Initizar sahib in its intimate and intertwined relationship to humans.
Within this context, juxtaposing of memory with history, Initizar sahib hints at larger questions of who are we, where have we come from, what is our future. These queries of self-examination offer a critique of dominant history that fixes meanings through its own deterministic trajectories. Thus we need to read Intizar sahib beyond the narrow lens of “mohajir nostalgia” to understand how the particular histories of his characters lead us to more fundamental investigations on the various streams and perspectives within human history. For example, this is quite evident in his bringing in the history of Al-Andalus and also the stories from Mahabharta. Both invocations tell us about those who had to leave cities and their own past due to violence, but they remain also unsure of their own future in the cities they have come to inhabit, whether Dwarka or Granada. The novel through allegorical prose brings the issue of memory and cities together by on the one hand insisting that those who cannot forget their past are doomed to remain unhappy (whether it is the memory of the destroyed city of Mathura, of the lost cities Seville and Cordoba, or for that matter Vyaspur, the town in the novel). On the other hand, Intizar sahib also shows how the new ‘home’, the cities themselves, also go through their own growth and destruction. In following this narrative, we get a sense of time that is partly cyclical … with perhaps a gesture towards Ibn Khaldun ... and his characters while inhabiting the present, yet through affective and sensorial experiences are also part of the long human tradition of mobility and travel (the homage to dastan goi is of course present, but also the use of the modernist literary tropes of time travel, a whiff of Virginia Woolf’s Orlando).
In the novel we see that a return to India does not remain an option for Jawad; there is no going back for millions who made the journey and, as the title suggests, The Sea Lies Ahead. Interestingly, Intizar sahib with a sense of irony and playfulness undermines the implications of his own title by putting forward a notion of time that helps us imagine a solution to this conundrum. A master storyteller, Intizar Husain in this book (and others) introduces us to the apocalyptic and destructive aspects of our present condition (the violence in Karachi used as an allegory in this case), yet his stories from various traditions that make up the Muslim experience in South Asia also offer a different sense of history with its own regenerative power. He may be saying to us that perhaps in another time and in another place people may again come together and build a different (and perhaps a better) future, those separated may well someday reunite. It is this vision of rejuvenation and rebuilding that links the past, present and future in a continuum of human practice and experience that makes Intizar sahib’s writings so essential for us who feel stranded at our social and cultural crossroads. This notion of cyclical time and rebirth (of hope) also helps this reviewer envision a future moment in which we will again be gifted with Intizar sahib’s company and he will continue to mesmerise us with his stories.
The reviewer teaches anthropology at the University of Texas, Austin.
The Sea Lies Ahead
(NOVEL)
By Intizar Husain
Translated from Urdu by Rakhshanda Jalil
Harper Perennial, India
ISBN 978-9351772804
340pp.