Nuleeni as a victim of society
‘The fakeer of Jungheera’ is a long poem by Henry Vivian
Derozio. He was born on 18th April, 1809 in Kalkatta, west Bengal.
In ‘The fakeer of
jungheera’ Henry Derozio talks about victimized women of the society. Nuleeni and
fakeer are the main characters. There are also other supportive characters in
it. In the days of Henry Derozio Indian subcontinent was cought by many evils
like ‘sati pratha’, killing girl child by boiling the still born baby in the
hot pot of the milk etc.
Here, in the Henry
Derozio’s poem ‘The fakeer of jungheera’ Nuleeni is a central character. She is
described as a victimized woman. Nuleeni loves the fakeer, who was muslim,
lived in jungheera.
Here the poet
points the Heroine-Nuleeni as a “perfect” Bengali beauty with large black eyes,
long black unbraided tresses, and a pale lily complexion and a majestic walk.
She seems to be in full control of her emotions, when she arrives at this
strange “death’s festival”. Though her eyes speaks more than her tongue could.
It is only in stanza XIII the poet comments on the meanness and cruelty of the
world that tries to buy love and imprison the, but the heart was made free and
can not be imprisoned.
“ ye mean, ye cruel ! in whose bosoms cold
The thought springs idly that love may be sold-
What! Dare you id our feelings all depart
And give for golden dross th’ imprisoned heart?
Go! Tell the ocean when its billows roar
To rest in piece nor lost the sounding shore;
Bad them be hushed, andflee into their cave;
Go! When the spirit of the storm on high
Drive their mad courses through the blackening
sky,
Bid they may hear your voices, and obey! –
But oh! The heart enthralled can never be,
Lord of itself, created to be free! ”
In stanza – XIV we
comes to know about the names of the beautiful widow and she is called Nuleeni.
Her situation is hopeless, she does not reflect on death but upon love,
especially the most ‘bliss hours’ she spent in those scented ‘bright bowers’
with her lover – fakeer.
Nuleeni was married to a
Brahmin and her husband dies in an early youth. So she was brought to the spot
where her husband to be cremated.
All the women singing praise song for sati. Women song of
going to heaven but Nuleeni was lost in the thoughts of fakeer. Nuleeni refuse
to die on the funeral pyre of her husband.
As she mounts the
funeral pyre and takes “seven circuits”, her mind is on rescue and escape by
her craft lover, a Muslim fakeer, who doesn’t disappoint her. Nuleeni as always
dreamt of him and is now satisfied in his embrace. She escapes with the fakeer
to his cave in Jungheera to a life from death. She escapes death, she starts a
life of love though frightened by violent social conditions. She believes that
the lover’s courage and her unfailing love will make them victorious. Now her
beautiful and fair face brightens. The bold audacity of the fakeer who snatches
her from the midst of a group of mourning upper class Hindu,at the funeral.
Now they forgot
the society, they forgot the discrimation and strength of power. Nuleeni now free from all the bondages of
society. Both of them completely forgot themselves and did not realize that
their lives were at risk. She was snatched by the fakeer from the hand of so
called people like hunters. Because when she lived with so called upper class
Hindus, she always tolerate humiliations, she don’t want to die with her
husband but orthodox Hindu society force her to do that.
Nuleeni and
fakeer lived very happily in their cave. They both are lost in the
materialistic life. They are lost in their world. But Nuleeni also feared of
some unseen danger. She smelt something wrong. She worried for she doesn’t want
to depart from her lover – fakeer at any cost.
As happens in
ancient Greek trajedies and Shakespearian trajedies, their mistakes of risking
their life were waiting for them. As Nuleeni and fakeer were run – away, the
father of Nuleeni – so called upper class Hindu widow’s father would definitely
revenge them.
In the 19th
century, on on one hand the prohibited sati system on the other hand they
allowed being satiwith permission.
Now starts the tragic
events one by one. The father of beautiful widow Nuleeni determines to fakeer.
He goes to the king Shah Shiva, of his time. Nuleeni’s father request him to
send his army with him to revenge the fakeer. At this stage the uncertainty of
life and the death begins. Nuleeni’s father comes to the place where fakeer and
Nuleeni lived with the army to take revenge to his insult. Nuleeni’s father did
not even think of his daughter’s happiness or love.
Now Nuleeni and
fakeer has no choice. He would be cought and punished, if he runs away from the
battle field. Fakeer decide to fight back the army of Nuleeni’s father. Nuleeni
fears that the dubious hour might – bring doom. But fakeer is confident of
victory.
“Ere
lang I’ll warm thee in my beast again-”
With the ‘battle cry’ of
‘the moslim ringing after’ to fight the ‘royal cavalry’.
Section XXI
described the battle scene where he is mortally wounded with a lance.
An
unseen hand with a glittering lance
Checked
the chieftain’s fierce advance,
And
forth the blood from his bosom streamed,
And
quenched hope’s latest ray as it beamed ! –
Nuleeni cradles him
in her arms and dies together with him – her “eloquence had all burned out”.
She prefers to die
together with someone she loves than with her husband whom she does not. The
Sanskrit word sati implied a “good and virtuous women” who was devoted to her
husband. According to Hindu customs these virtuous found expression in the act
of self – immolation. The woman – who sacrificed herself continued to be called
sati long after they were dead and gone.
Conclusion :-
Through
this poem “fakeer of Jungheera” by Henry Derozio we can say that Nuleeni became
a victim of society twice. When her husband died, our so called upper caste
Hindu society force her to become a sati. No one can understand her feelings
and affection. In another way we can say that when she escape with her beloved
fakeer, her father comes there where they lived. And both of them became a
victim.
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