The British Brahmacharani
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Jawhar Sircar’s review of Margot: Sister Nivedita of Vivekananda
By Reba Som
(Published in "Biblio : A Review of Books", Ocober-December, 2017 Issue)
{Reba Som, Margot: Sister Nivedita of Vivekananda,
Penguin Random House, India, Gurgaon, India, 2007, 291 pages, Rs.599, ISBN
9780670088799}
Reba Som has done it again. She came out with a book on Tagore (Rabindranath Tagore: The Singer and his Song,
2009) just before his 150th birth anniversary and now when
Sister Nivedita’s turn has come, she has produced a comprehensive biography on
her. It is packed with facts and references, many of which are from the
humongous volume of letters that Nivedita wrote, that reveal her innermost
feelings. Som makes a valiant attempt to rescue the real Nivedita from the prim
official image that Indian national history has constructed and to pull her out
of the overwhelming shadow of Vivekananda, whose towering personality dominates
the landscape, belittling however inadvertently, those so close to him. But the
subtle subtitle Sister Nivedita of Vivekananda conveys only a part of
her story for though she had left home and hearth to be with him and serve his
people, she remained quite an independent person all her life. Vivekananda was
clear, maybe not without his own traumas, that she should be alifelong celibate
like him. Thus, within two months of her
setting foot on Indian soil in January
1898, he himself ordained Margaret Noble (endearingly called Margot) as Sister Nivedita, a brahmacharini, aHindu nun. So inspired was she by his talks in London in
1895-96 that she joined his restless mission to galvanise Indians, but it is
clear from her several upheavals that her interface and expectations were far
more complex. Reba Som does well to take us through the evolution of Nivedita’s
relationship with the person she had called her ‘king’, then her ‘master’ and
how he finally appeared as her ‘father’.
This
book will fill in a gap in the knowledge of modern Indians who hardly ever
recall the path-breaking contribution that this visionary Irish woman made to
the cause of India’s self respect and freedom: and lit a solitary lamp quite
boldly during the nation’s darkest hour. Like Swamiji, she exhorted upon a
thoroughly demoralised lot of Indians to be proud of their motherland and to
stand up to the most repressive phase of British imperialism. Her involvement
with Indian revolutionaries in their fight against the mighty but unjust
British empire
was so strong and genuine that
Vivekananda’s own Ramkrishna Mission had to distance itself from her, soon after her master’s death. As
Som’s penetrative narrative reveals, Nivedita remained the perennial outsider
as not many Indians could accept her fiery zeal, while her own people viewed
her as an embarrassment and considered her a rebellious trouble maker. The
author goes through the tumultuous life of this British lady with the empathy
of a woman and notices details that previous biographers may have missed. She
reads between the lines from the numerous letters she relies upon “to reveal a
flesh-and-blood Nivedita” and does not shy away from the oft repeated question
as to whether it was Vivekananda or his cause that attracted her.
We get glimpses into the life of Swamiji and his mercurial style of
functioning for he was a man in a hurry: he had, after all, prophesied that he
would not live long. “From the moment of her landing, Margaret sensed that the
personality of her Master was caught in fruitless torture and struggle, like a
lion trapped in a net” (p.15). He warned her about her impetuous nature and her
tenacity to argue too much, but this mellowed her not too much. His firmness
and injunctions could be quite harsh, as Nivedita found to her dismay. “It goes
to Nivedita's credit that she withstood Vivekananda’s harsh discipline,
although she did have emotional breakdowns from time to time, when she was
comforted” by her friends (p.23).
It was, however,
the same Swamiji who spent endless hours explaining patiently to her what India
stood for, her forgotten glories and how to extricate this great country and
her people from the quicksands that were pulling them down so mercilessly. The
author mentions about the terrible plague that attacked Calcutta in May 1898
and how Nivedita plunged headlong into the rescue of the city miserable masses.
But she omits to mention that she had literally shamed many of the monks of the
new Ramakrishna Mission, who had assumed that their lives were to be spent
mainly in prayer, by getting them to follow
her to the streets and slums in the service of humanity. This was, indeed, a
turning point in the Mission’s history and it was the first ever recorded large
scale cleanliness mission that predates Gandhi’s drive by decades and the
current Swachch Bharat initiative by more than a century.
The author recounts in some detail of how Vivekananda
went to Almora in the Kumaon Hills with a large band of followers including three
white women and mentions how “during
their stay…when the tussles went beyond control, making the suffering of
Nivedita unbearable, the two older women….. often interceded with the Swami,
bringing him to his senses”. (p.25). But the episodes and clashes are missing
and we thus miss some of the most sensitive parts of the intricate relationship
between the Master and his disciple. Som makes a passing reference later:
“Nivedita confessed that even after ‘that awful time at Almora, when I thought
he had put me out of his life contemptuously….I have grown more personal
in my love”(p. 59) .The Almora phase has been examined by others and Som could
have done a better job in interpreting from a woman's point of view the volcano
of pent up feelings, not necessarily of love, that were bared during the heady
ride up the scenic hills towards the Himalayas. Its eternal serenity only only exacerbated the emotional
storms.
An interesting facet of Vivekananda that comes out in the book is his
incapacity to tolerate any of Nivedita friendships with other prominent men
like Tagore or Okakura, the charismatic Japanese scholar, or even a ship’s
captain. The author leaves us to surmise whether this was due to his sense of
duty to protect an utterly frank and partly gullible foreign lady who had left
all she had at his word or whether they reveal human feelings or failings. She
recounts many a snide remark from Swamiji that prove that even Vivekananda
could not be a perfectly detached monk. When Okakura left India and Nivedita's
doting company in 1902, Swamiji’s wrote to a confidant “Was (India) not sublime
enough for Mr Okakura? Or Japanese do not like sublimity at all? How is Margot?
Is she still there? Or gone away with Mr Okakura?” (p. 100). This was just a
month before his death Vivekananda never
hid his feelings of dislike for Rabindranath Tagore’s “effeminate writings”
that stood in his path to make Indians more manly and both great personalities
avoided each other. Nivedita's independent nature cones out so clearly when despite Swamiji’s views she
met Tagore repeatedly and enjoyed his company. The poet heartily reciprocated
and wanted more time with her, but could never understand how she was so
strongly an orthodox Hindu, why she hated the West so fiercely and what she saw
in Vivekananda’s mission and philosophy.
Nivedita's Celtic spirit was at its best in the face of challenges and
in combating injustice. She set up the first girls school of its type in the
heart of conservative Calcutta that was against it. She went from door to door
to the utter amazement of orthodox housewives, who had never imagined that a white lady, a white Hindu, could care
so much for India and Indians. She
galvanised Calcutta against Curzon’s Partition of Bengal and exposed the haughty India-baiting Viceroy as a petty
liar. She stood beside Acharya JC Bose in his darkest hour and chastised her
countrymen for their pettiness, racialism and unfairness. She encouraged the
Indian style of art and encouraged artists like Nandalal Bose, who would all
become iconic figures, to rediscover their past glory through this medium. We
thank Som for rekindling interest in Nivedita. It was long overdue. She
narrates other details from the nine years that Nivedita lived after
Vivekananda’s death in 1902 and sums up her lasting legacy rather well.
Reba Som is, however, a better chronicler than a story teller. She
retains the historian’s obsession with dates and references but has not,
mercifully, written one more academic tome that only scholars would understand.
We admire her command over facts but wish at times that she were a trifle more
gossipy, without compromising on truth. Her work strives to cover that middle
ground between the demands of regimented historians and the hunger of the
general reader for a lucid tale.