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‘Afzal’: A brilliant commentary on contemporary India

Abu Siddik

Question or not to Question:

Who has done all this—Muslim or Christian or someone else? Are they less than   terrorists? Why aren’t they dubbed terrorists? Why aren’t they detained under POTA? Why don’t people shout –hang them? Or spit at them? Why aren’t these rapists hanged  publicly?’

So many questions of Afzal go unanswered.

B S Tyagi is an acclaimed Indian bilingual writer, poet, reviewer, storyteller, novelist, and translator. Some of his books are The Political Philosophy of Dr S Radhakrishnan (1994), Judicial Activism in India (2000), Coalition Politics: The Indian Experience (2008), Wait (2013), Insaf (2017), Dai Ma and Other Stories (2018), The Burning Night (2020).

The Story:

Tyagi’s novel  Afzal has three parts. It has linear narrative. Introductory part ‘Out of the Ashes’ is a scintillating historical account of the town of Azampur situated in North Uttar Pradesh and the heroic participation of its people in India’s freedom struggle. The story comes alive through the mythic narrative of Kazi Sahab, the last courtier of Azam Khan after whom the town was named. The second part ‘The Escapades’ details Afzal’s harrowing odyssey in post independent India where he encounters myriad shoddy and humiliating experiences as a job seeker. His stays at Imran Pahalwan’s City Garage as an apprentice mechanic, as an ashram member at Mukti Ashram, at professor Tripathi’s house as cab driver, as a domestic helper at a famous judge’s house—are an eye opener to the easy, moneyed, unscrupulous, lusty, dishonest ways to postmodern Indian life. Disillusioned he comes back home only to be picked up by the police as a mastermind in the Jaipur Triple Blast case. And the concluding part ‘Hamam’ engages us how Afzal is dragged into politics as a ploy. He quickly learns the techniques of earning and wielding power. He is now a leader of the masses. Universities are offering honorary doctorate on him. Azampur is proud with its son of the soil. Afzal, however, takes account of his whole life and validates his pure and sinful days and comes to terms with his real self.

From Afzal to Vedant & Narayan:

At Mukti Ashram Afzal is rechristened as Vedant.

One day Maharajji inducted him into the fold of his disciples by blessing him with  a new name-Vedant and gave him a set of saffron clothes. Now he was happy to be the inmate of the Mukti Ashram.

Before joining the judge’s house as a domestic helper Afzal’s name is changed by his introducer. Afzal is confused.

Afzal wanted to know why Satish had changed his name. He was a bit fearful about his identity. If the judge learnt about his Muslim identity, it could land him insome serious trouble. He didn’t want to hide anything. He was proud of his name. He wanted to live and work with his real name. He had done nothing wrong or shameful. He had been honest and hard working in life…

‘Why did you change my name?’ asked he (Afzal)

‘Because I didn’t want you to lose this job?’

So Afzal’s pride in his name is mowed down. ‘Today he buried deep Afzal-straightforward Afzal. He was Narayan-a new man working in a judge’s house.’ Changing Muslim names into Hindu ones to save a job or a life is not at all an unprecedented phenomenon in contemporary India. Muslims are stereotypically represented in cultural or daily living space as villains, betrayers, terrorists, rapists, and what not. They are systematically denied entry into posh housing areas and many decision making bodies and opinion making platforms. The novelist through the mutilation of Afzal’s name and its resultant humiliation has effectively punctured the myth of ‘hindu-muslim bhai bhai’ or Nazrul Islam’s ‘Eke brinte duti kusum hindu musolman’. Animosity, hatred, intolerance is deeply entrenched in the blood of both the communities. The gap between the two cultures is widening day by day.

Religious Bigotry:

Afzal also lays bare the ugly tentacles of religious bigotry. Mukti Ashram has the luxury of a five star hotel. The maharajas and the VIP guests enjoy the pleasure of flesh by sleeping with foreign pretty girls. Yes. At the Mukti Ashram! Here the author scathingly attacked the modern day religious hypocrisy. Here is no ‘mukti’; Ashram’s walls are draped with carnal desire. Afzal himself is a witness to the immorality and sexual laxity of the inmates of the famed ashram.

He stopped holding his breath near the window of Veetraji’s room. He strained to listen but there was no voice. The door opened silently. He retreated and stood aside. A woman slipped out of the room, tiptoed. It was Ma Sadhana! She hurried  down the stairs bare feet and disappeared into her room.


The concluding chapter ‘I am Afzal’ is a stunning attempt to claim his real identity—an honest, hardworking, loyal Muslim boy. In a trance he murmurs the checkered happenings of his life. He had seen and known much of the world.  He comes to realize the bitter truths he experiences through his odd journey —Mukti Ashram is  much like a harem, professor Tripathi is a cheater and morally degradable, Chhote Masterji  is a fraud, criminal and seasoned politician whose farm house is flooded with the flow of wine and women, corrupt uniformwallahas and their rotten bosses, corrupt judge and his twin wayward daughters’ night revelries, at City Garage  Ustad’s shoddy night dealings and his bonhomie with the police, media and lawyers can be easily bought and the peoples who spat on him as mastermind are now ready to lick his boots. Charisma of power!  Corruption both in private and public life; religious bigotry; lust for unaccounted wealth  wine, women; paid media, paid judges, moral degeneration and ethical devaluation  both in private and public life, police brutality, jingoism, hatred have painted Afzal, who was once honest, hardworking and loyal, black from head to toe.

Reclaiming Self:

Afzal’s transformation, however, from a poor village boy to a powerful political leader does not steal the aura of his pure and innocent soul. He has done many wrongs.  Yes, he is a sinner. But is he singularly culpable for his fall from grace? The novel is a befitting answer.

Afzal, however, takes all ills on his shoulder and frantically calls for his punishment, ‘Hang me…hang me…hang…hang…ha…h…h…’.Here lies his greatness and magnanimity. In the words of the author, ‘Afzal-the protagonist proves himself to be the guru of all that had taken him so lightly.’ He is culturally ‘other’, poor, not qualified enough for white collar work. But his honesty, his openness, his politeness is conspicuously absent among his highly qualified, socially sophisticated bosses.

Tyagi’s language is simple, evocative and sonorous. There is music in words and phrases and sentences.

Why We Read?

Afzal is a must read for its heterogeneous structural threads, ranging from Azampur’s past glory to present penury and allegedly a terror hub, from political corruption to spiritual hollowness, from moral degeneration in public life to private debauchery and dishonesty, from money power to lust for wine and women, from sectarian and communal turpitudes to ghettoisation of post independent Indian Muslims and its corrosive effects on syncretic socio-cultural edifices. I love this book because it demystifies the myth of communal harmony, myth of vibrant Indian democracy, myth of India as an oasis of spiritual bliss, myth of accountability of public servants. Afzal is a tight slap on our face! The ugly fact is that corruption, hatred, power, wine, women rule the roost. The novel is a brilliant commentary on contemporary India.

Afzal (Novel), B S Tyagi, Lokoday Prakashan Pvt. Ltd, Lucknow, Price: Rs. 300



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