A most ardent scholar from the realist school of
literature, Munshi Premchand spoke to the very heart of the reading public,
with his unique humour and devoted observation and commentary on the social
life of that period.
Born as Dhanpat Rai in the year 1880 on 31st of July
in the Lamhi village near Varanasi to Ajaib Lal (a post office clerk) and
Anandi Devi (a housewife from Karauni village), Premchand was brought up with
immense love and care especially from his grandfather. It has been noted that
he was an ardent scholar of books from a very ripe age and started learning
Persian and Urdu at a Madrassa where his formal education began at the age of
7. A very significant and defining incident that gave shape to his thinking and
countenance was the death of his mother and his father's subsequent remarriage.
His precarious relationship with his stepmother and the repercussions of his
childhood played an integral and defining role in his future writings.
It was only after his enrollment in a missionary
school that Premchand learnt English and read George W. M. Reynolds’s
eight-volume series named 'The Mysteries of the Court of London, and even though
he took admission at Queen's College , in Benares, he couldn't really continue
his education because of his early marriage and the untimely death of his
father.
His life after
his father's death became an epitome of struggle and sacrifices, but Premchand
never really gave up on his love for reading and writing, and continued to
cherish and pursue his greatest ambition, his greatest dream , amidst all that
chaos that had taken over his life.
As the
literature lovers across the world marks his 137th, birth
anniversary, it is important to remember, that this master novelist and story
writer who in his life time gave Indian literature 14 novels and 300 short
stories, a feat quite magnificent was a man quite ahead of his time and quite
ahead of the humble dwellings that he found himself in by the virtue of his
birth. Premchand was a socialist, a feminist and in a society where the
peasants, widows, and prostitutes were oppressed and looked down upon, he was
an advocate and preacher for their rights and equality. His writings are a
living proof of how much bothered and worried he was by the social atrocities
of his time, and how zealously he hoped to be the beacon of hope and change
that he desperately wanted to see in the world, and perhaps that is why his
writings were more social than political, something quite unlike the then trend
back then
His short stories ‘Idgah’,
‘Kafan’, ‘Do Bailon ki Katha’ and ‘Shatranj
ke Khiladi’ amongst others reflects his genius and his brilliant
command over the written word which consisted of a delicious combination of
Hindi and Urdu. In these stories Premchand creates an enchantment using the
mundanity of human relations. There is something in Hamid saving his pocket
money to buy a chimta for his
grandmother who had burned her fingers while making chapattis, something in the projection of an Indian farmer’s
attachment to his cattle and something in his profound understanding of a
child’s psychology, that still moves the reader to tears and reflects an
undeniable candor, even after a hundred years since their publication and
perhaps it is the very reason that his short stories are still a very prime
part of the school curriculum across the country.
Premchand
was a feeling author, he felt the pain of those around him with an intensity
that was very much unique of him, and he channelised this very moving intensity
into his writings. His novels ‘Karmabhoomi’
set against the backdrop of
Satyagraha movement and ‘Nirmala’ which takes up the daunting issue of dowry depicts
how well this maestro understood his subject and how much he stood apart from
his contemporaries like Jaishankar Prashad and Sharatchandra Chattopadhyaya.
These novels along with ‘Sevsadan
Mansarovar’ are a symbol of Premchand’s formulating genius and writing but
it was with his ‘Godan’ and ‘Gaban’, that he reached his cult
status. Considered to be his magnum opus,
these canonical works brought out the best of Premchand. His definition of
literature as ‘sahitya jeevan ki
aalochana hain’ (literature is the device to examine human life) is nowhere
better stressed upon than in these novels, where Premchand muses over humanity
and nature with a brilliant but almost sad commentary and with a rare but
endearing humour. His characters are not ideal; they are aesthete but lacking
virulence, very much like his writings and in them he created something
universal, they speak to all ages, because in them the reader finds oneself,
regardless of the timeline. There are no ghosts in Premchand, his works
palpitates with blood, and it is as warm as a living flesh and as serene as the
morning sun.
But when one takes a look at his essays, they seem to
portray a new side of Premchand; a picture of a human being in search for
truth, a restless artist whose views resonates with that of George Orwell. ‘Saahitya ka aadhar’, ‘Saahitya ki pragati’ and
‘Saahitya aur manovigyaan’ talks about his belief that literature
could bring beauty to this world and make this world a better place. He was
very much like the romantics, William Wordworth, John Keats and Lord Byron in
his juxtaposing truth and beauty. Empathy and aesthetic went hand in hand for
him and he chased this very sensory pleasure to attain an enriched conscience,
not only for himself but also for his indifferent and somewhat clueless middle
class reader.
Munshi Premchand stands alone with his remarkable
sensitivity, precocious literary abilities, and colloquial diction lacking any
esotericism and with a vision bright and vivid. Though his life was cut short
at the age of 56, his works surely has attained a greater significance since
then, an almost revered importance that makes him live in his writings and
would continue to do so.
In his strange ability to leave the reader spellbound,
in his role as a torch bearer to the numerous marginalised people and in his
search for the greater good, laid a heart of a voracious reader, a reader who
loved the very essence of texts, a worshipper of the written word and a priest
of the religion that is literature, Munshi Premchand remains a figure quite
unmatched, a picture of thought and justice, a novel that would probably never
cease to mesmerise its reader.
- Ms. Annesha Mahanta
These lines are really beautiful. Touches the heart. Keep up the good work miss Mahanta
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