Mother of 1084

A wonderful book and like the great cinematographers of the golden age of Mexico and Japan a life is transformed within the span of the day. The heroine relating the story of her life with her son as she celebrates alone the death anniversary of her son. The tension of Government and oppressed values and liberties of the dispossessed laborers are defended by idealistic students in Bengal. The struggle for justice is universal. The sons ideals Are like Che Guevara's in Latin America who also came from the same proletariat class. Free of hunger and ill health he has learned to despise the business class with all its glitter and false values. Mother and son are outwardly different but in the end they are soul mates living under the same roof of hypocrisy and lies. She is submissive and dresses in the style of her class, he dresses in beloved worn out clothing. He is outspoken in his views and rebels joining the student Nextel movement. She is his mother and his true soul mate in loving simplicity and truth that he is the first to identify in her despite the need of many years suffer submission and abuse from her husband and class. Superbly narrated, the woman who goes out from her palatial house in the morning to visit the humble home of her sons best friend comes back in the evening transformed, strong to speak the voice of the woman who had been lost for So many years in submission and abuse and rises now strong to defend the memory of her son and her own values at home and in society.

I feel bad giving this book three stars because it's obviously not the writer's (or translater's) fault AT ALL. The writing itself is great, but the book was virtually unreadable because of how bad it smelled.

A superb account. In the style of Kurosawa and Satyajit Ray. the story develops in four segments. Starts in the morning with meek Sujata going to another part of town to meet the mother of her son's best friend and The girl her son loved. The only people that once a year on the death anniversary of Batri, she is allowed to grieve with. They also lost loved ones during the student riots of Kolkata in a brutal handling with the police. The luxury of the sari she wears is in stark contrast with the poverty lived in the 2 households she visits. Batri just like her preferred to be in the company of people who deprived of every necessity can live and love and grieve. Sujata's household represents the false values and hypocrisy of the bourgeoisie conveniently refusing to acknowledge Batri's death and father and siblings further embarrased now by the new given identity given by police as #1084. A brutal government seal to distance him further from those holding approved values to prosper and live.. The triumph occurs at the end of the day when Sujata comes back home as an empowered woman and makes a stand. Magnificent use of language and thought provoking. The best.

The story is an experience in itself nonetheless mentioning the unique writing style of the author. The book arrived in perfect condition

Everything about this book was so emotionally charged. Two years after his son Brati's tragic death, mother Sujata goes into his world to understand him better. Every line of the book was a feeling was every mother's tear, mother of 1084. A psychological book and a travel into a grieving mother's heart this book is a gem, and the first book ever I cried on. The binding and pages of the book are of the best quality and the translation is at its best too. Go for it, without a second thought.

Loved the book.. I loved how the author brought sensitivity and emotions to this intense and serious subject. Each sentence hits the nail! The potryal of anguish, helplessness in the agreived and the hypocrisy, haughtiness in the non affected society is so profound and factual. It's truly a masterpiece.. would definitely read more of the author and the subject...

I love the book