Ashley Kannan Certified Educator Sometimes seen as Tagore's darkest novel, part of this comes fro the characterizations of Sandip and Nikhil.
There is to be a big meeting in our temple pavilion.
We women are sitting there, on one side, behind a screen. Triumphant shouts of Bande Mataram come nearer: Suddenly a stream of barefooted youths in turbans, clad in ascetic ochre, rushes into the quadrangle, like a silt-reddened freshet into a dry river-bed at the first burst of the rains.
The whole place is filled with an immense crowd, through which Sandip Babu is borne, seated in a big chair hoisted on the shoulders of ten or twelve of the youths.
It seems as though the skies would be rent and scattered into a thousand fragments. I had seen Sandip Babu's photograph before. There was something in his features which I did not quite like. Not that he was bad-looking—far from it: Yet, I know not why, it seemed to me, in spite of all its brilliance, that too much of base alloy had gone into its making.
The light in his eyes somehow did not shine true. That was why I did not like it when my husband unquestioningly gave in to all his demands. I could bear the waste of money; but it vexed me to think that he was imposing on my husband, taking advantage of friendship.
His bearing was not that of an ascetic, nor even of a person of moderate means, but foppish all over. Love of comfort seemed to. When, however, Sandip Babu began to speak that afternoon, and the hearts of the crowd swayed and surged to his words, as though they would break all bounds, I saw him wonderfully transformed.
Especially when his features were suddenly lit up by a shaft of light from the slowly setting sun, as it sunk below the roof-line of the pavilion, he seemed to me to be marked out by the gods as their messenger to mortal men and women.
From beginning to end of his speech, each one of his utterances was a stormy outburst.
There was no limit to the confidence of his assurance. I do not know how it happened, but I found I had impatiently pushed away the screen from before me and had fixed my gaze upon him. Yet there was none in that crowd who paid any heed to my doings.
Only once, I noticed, his eyes, like stars in fateful Orion, flashed full on my face. I was utterly unconscious of myself. I was no longer the lady of the Rajah's house, but the sole representative of Bengal's womanhood.
And he was the champion of Bengal. As the sky had shed its light over him, so he must receive the consecration of a woman's benediction. It seemed clear to me that, since he had caught sight of me, the fire in his words had flamed up more fiercely.Sandip is the third major character in the novel, completing the love triangle.
He is a guest in the home of Nikhil and Bimala and his revolutionary ideas and speeches have a significant impact on Bimala.
Sandip flatters Bimala’s intuition. It is notable that, for all his preaching about strength and snatching, Sandip states that men are not capable of doing more than thinking. Also, he thinks only of himself.
Sometimes seen as Tagore's darkest novel, part of this comes fro the characterizations of Sandip and Nikhil. Bimala's husband, Nikhil, is wise and enlightened.
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He holds no personal agenda of manipulation and is rather honorable in trying to get Bimala to take stock of the world and her place in it. Apr 12, · Love of comfort seemed to any number of such reflections come back to me today, but let them be. When, however, Sandip Babu began to speak that afternoon, and the hearts of the crowd swayed and surged to his words, as though they would break .