The first time
that Ibn-ul-Vaqt goes to his aunt’s house for a family dinner in an ‘old Indian
dress’ (Kabhi key paray huey Hindustani
kaprey yaad aye), Nazir Ahmed describes particularly the joy of the females
alongside the other relatives who make conversation with him. (Sab ney rejh rejh kar us sey baatien ki’).
The entire scene boasts a pleased and approving narrative voice. Nazir Ahmed
makes note here that acceptance of people in society is in the dress; true for
both the Indians and the British. Ibn-ul-Vaqt found himself distant from the ‘familial’Muslim society primarily because he had become too English. And the
same got him displeasure from the British collector.
Lifestyle, in
the context of Ibn-ul-Vaqt, accounts for all practices that are adopted. It
then becomes a chief instrument of exile as it situates the character in a grey
area as far as judgments for dress, language and dietary habits etc. go. Exilic
figures recognize their displacement most when they are up against the decision
to drop one culture and adopt the other. However, what makes them severely
displaced is their inability to perform either of the above tasks wholly. The sharif Muslim male is subject to more
pressure on being native and loyal to his culture and religion –because Islam
defines Muslims’ lifestyles to the full extent that any change in their
lifestyle is automatically an effective drift from religion. And just because
Islam and a Muslim male’s private existence in India are not mutually exclusive,
Ibn-ul-Vaqt is exilic to both his native Muslim home in Delhi and to the
English colonizers. To deliver this idea of the ideal Muslim in India, Hujjat-ul-Islam’s
unresolved conversations with Ibn-ul-Vaqt seem like Nazir Ahmed’s own view as a
narrator. Personally, the religion-political bits then seem much advocated and
less natural; though unresolved, Nazir Ahmed’s narration is determined to raise
Hujjat-ul-Islam’s opinions as sensible and winning, automatically failing
Ibn-ul-Vaqt in his reasoning, language and claim to the new lifestyle.
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