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IN HER DAY SHE BROKE THE MOLD: DISCOVERING MY MOTHER’S<br />

LIFE IN INDIAN HISTORY AND CULTURE 1 Suchitra SAMANTA *1<br />

Introduction<br />

My mother’s maiden name was Surabala Karmakar (1918?‐1965), born in Bogura, present‐<br />

Bangladesh. She was an award‐winning medical doctor, who graduated from Calcutta Medical<br />

College (CMC), 1 in 1941. I knew her only into my early teens. A scholar and feminist today, a deeply<br />

personal sentiment inspires my paper, to give voice to a mother dead at about 47, where her life,<br />

and early death, also illuminate and inform my life‐choices. This is less a chronological account of<br />

Ma’s life but, rather, an attempt to “discover” the circumstances of that life—in history, in choices<br />

she made, the person she was‐‐even as, a near half‐century after her death, my efforts necessarily<br />

leave many questions unanswered. I ask: what were the historical conditions in which she aspired to<br />

be a doctor? In British, then post‐British India, what obstacles did she confront, transgress, and<br />

transcend in her aspirations? What were her own family circumstances, as these reflect both on her<br />

achievement in her day, as well as on her choices? How do I understand her early death, beyond the<br />

factual cause, a stroke? 2<br />

A theoretical frame<br />

Western feminist analyses, drawing on psychoanalytical models (primarily from Lacan, 1977),<br />

note that mothers in text and culture are more body than mind, “nature” rather than “culture,” and<br />

without voice in their private, domestic sphere—where “culture,” language, and the public sphere<br />

are associated with the father (Bailey and Cuomo, 2008; Boulous‐Walker, 1998; Cahill, 1988; Hirsch,<br />

1989; Siegel, 1999). However, a postcolonial perspective offers norms of motherhood that are less<br />

dichotomous. 3 A.K. Ramanujan, an anthropologist, observed that “in the Indian way of thinking,”<br />

“nature” and “culture” are both cultural constructs, not easily extricated from each other. 4 In a<br />

seminal 5 th century text the Hindu mother goddess Kali battles, then devours demons which threaten<br />

divine hegemony and all creation. She emits “frightful” roars, and laughs “terribly” as she does so. 5<br />

Hymns to the “undefeated” goddess praise her as the embodiment (rupa) of motherhood, of Shakti<br />

(“power”), and of creation itself. However, she is also lauded as the rupa of judgment, intelligence<br />

and wisdom. 6<br />

In Ayurveda, the ancient indigenous Indian medical system, a woman’s blood simultaneously<br />

incorporates the physical as well as moral and mental qualities of her potential motherhood, her<br />

ability to physically and morally nurture the fetus, and the child once born. 7<br />

In Indian philosophical thought the concepts of mind and body are, likewise, integrated. The<br />

English “mind” and Bengali mon are linguistically cognates, respectively descended from sister<br />

languages Latin (mens), and Sanskrit (manas). While the “mind” is distinct in its functions from those<br />

of the body in the Western, Cartesian connotation, the Indian ‘mind’/mon simultaneously thinks,<br />

reflects, remembers, holds secrets, feels emotion, and can be broken, like the (English) heart. It does<br />

not perish but is reborn, as the whole person, in its next “home” (Budhananda, 1991; Samanta 1998).<br />

In hymn, the mon is offered as a gift of the person, mind and body, in surrender to the goddess.<br />

*<br />

Women’s & Gender Studies Program, Department of Sociology.<br />

1<br />

I am grateful for suggestions on this paper by Professors Katy Powell, Laura Gilman and Barbara<br />

Ellen Smith at Virginia Tech.

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