Our memories it seems are contaminated, but what is it that
contaminates them? Is it perhaps the lack of an identity or the presence of
this inescapable desire to cling on to many identities that only deepens our confusion?
Rushdie explores the dilemma of an Indian writer who must rebuild India in his
mind yet must always do this as an outsider. He believes it is distance from
the homeland, and the disconnects in our memories and unspoken tales that
causes them to create an “imaginary homeland”, one that can only exist in the
narratives and have little room to leave the pages that bind them.
Yet it is perhaps not just the circumstances that separate
one person from an another, or the writer from his homeland, but the fact that
we try so hard to separate ourselves on our own accord, to believe that
experiences of displacement cannot be understood or experienced by the other
that leads to the reality of alienation, and moreover isolation. It is maybe
the fact that we purposefully muddle and contaminate our memories to fill the
gaps that leaves us baffled about our past or is it that we are responsible for
creating these gaps because we are not satisfied with the past that our memory
connects us to. Just as the colonizer idealizes the oriental space and all that
it could possibly encompass, the exile too creates an idyllic version of a
homeland one that must include a violent history and tragic experiences.
Perhaps a mistake on Rushdie’s part is to believe that Indian
writers in a foreign world are alone in experiencing uncertainty when it comes
to their past and feeling of alienation due to their physical separation from
the land. Yet we see in both colonial and post colonial narratives such as “A
Passage to India” and “Men in the Sun” that the land will reject those who may
be ‘living at home’. This is because the state of the exilic figure is such,
that it is beyond just a physical manifestation of exile but perhaps is more
effective as a state of mind and has a spiritual paradigm that is perhaps much stronger.
As represented in his own work as well the exoticism and muddled uncertainty that
surrounds the mere idea of India thrust the ‘Indian’ towards creating an
imaginary homeland and his very own “version” of India.
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