PDF | The novel Cry, The Peacock by Anita Desia reveals delusions of the female protagonist who attempts to decry her loneliness through her own. It is a story of a young girl named Maya who was surrounded by childhood prophecy of disaster. Maya is an extremely sensitive married girl. Cry, the Peacock, Desai’s first novel, is divided into three sections: a short introduction and conclusion in objective, third-person narrative, and a long subjective.
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In her first novel, Cry the PeacockAnita Desai portrays the psychic tumult of a young and sensitive married girl Maya who is haunted by a childhood prophecy of a fatal disaster. She is the daughter of a rich advocate in Lucknow. The excessive love Maya gets from her father makes her have a lop-sided view of life. She feels the world to be a toy made especially for her, painted in her favorite colors and set moving according to her tunes.
Having lived a carefree life under the indulgent attentions of her loving father, Maya desires to have similar attentions from her husband Gautama, a father surrogate. When Gautama, a busy, prosperous lawyer, too much engrossed in his own vocational affairs, fails to meet her demands, she feels neglected and miserable.
Seeing her morbidity, her husband warns her of her turning neurotic and blames her father for spoiling her. The terrifying words of the prediction, like the drumbeats of the mad demon of Kathakali ballets, ring in her ears and unnerve her. And four years it was now. It was now to be either Gautama or she.
The loving attention of her father makes Maya oblivious of the deadly shadow; but as her husband Gautama fails to satisfy her intense longing for love and life, she is left to the solitude and silence of the house which prey upon her. How I want to love.
How it is important to me. Maya has romantic love for the beautiful, the colorful and the sensuous; Gautama is not romantic and has no use for flowers. Maya is creature of instincts or a wayward and high stung child. As symbolized by her name she stands for the world of sensations. He is realistic and rational. He has philosophical detachment towards life as preached in the Bhagwad Gita.
Such irreconcilably different temperaments are bound to have marital disharmony. Her attempts to divert herself by visits to her friend Leila and Pom or Mrs. But once they are gone, she finds the house empty and herself alone with her horrors and nightmares.
Listening to the cries of peacock in the rainy season, she realizes that she should never sleep in peace. She is caught in the net of inescapable. Who is my savior? I am in a need of one. I am dying, and I am in love with living. I am in Love and I am dying.
God let me sleep, forget rest. There is no rest anymore- only death and waiting. Maya suffers from headaches and experiences rages of rebellion and terror. As she moves towards insanity, she sees the visions of rats, snakes, lizards and iguanas creeping over her, slipping their club-like tongues in and out. Her dark house appears to her like her tomb and she contemplates in it over the horror of all that is to come. Then suddenly, during her interval of sanity, an idea hopefully dawns in her mind that since the albino had predicted death to either of them, it may be Gautama and not she whose life is threatened.
She thus transfers her death wish to Gautama and thinks that as he is detached and indifferent to life, it will not matter for him if he misses life. Gautama remains so much lost in his work that Maya finds him even oblivious of the dust storm that has raged earlier in the afternoon. When she asks him to accompany her to the roof of the house to enjoy cool air, he accompanies her, lost in his own thoughts. Passing out of the room, Maya catches sight of bronze Shiva dancing and prays to the Lord of Dance to protect them.
Climbing the stairs she finds her cat suddenly speeding past them in a state of great alarm. They walk towards the terraced end, Maya looking enraptured at the pale hushed glow of the rising moon.
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