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Unit 30: Mahesh Dattani: Final Solution—Plot Construction

right spirit of true faith does not even revolt against the monotonous and irrational arguments of Notes
her own mother. She challenges. I tolerated your prejudices only because you are my mother. May
be, I should have told you earlier, but I am telling you now, I can't bear it! Please don't burden me
anymore, I can't take it. The burden of prejudice was unbearable not only for Smita but also for
Javed and Bobby. Her enlightening arguments collectively contribute to take the action of the play
towards a safe mooring. The issue of religion is associated with national identities, cultural identities
and social identities. Smita seeks the solution of the problems in Indian ethics that teaches to
respect all modes of religious creeds with an uncompromising spirit of tolerance.
Dattani sustains the identical spirit in Final Solution. Smita's anger shifts to her mother and she
commands her, We would've horned you. We wouldn't let you off so easily. We would have
hounded you. We wouldn't have let you forget that the spirit of liberalism ran in our blood and
that you were the oddity - you were the outsider! What would have happen to you then? How
weak and frustrated would you feel? You do get - what mean, don't you mamma? She does not
care for her personal sentiments for Bobby for the sake of her friend Tasneem. She puts water pot
in the hand of Javed. It was only a method of inculcating a better confidence and faith in Javed.
Dattani establishes that the love for humanity eliminates the dark shadows of prejudice. The
solution lies not in external would but within man's own consciousness. She confesses." I wanted
you to fill it. To prove that it is not going to fly off into the heavens with your touch, putting and
external curse on our family." She suddenly splashes water on Javed's face and then on Bobby and
all of three unite in a single laughter forming a chorus. Smita's vision subsides the fury of Bobby
and Javed and encourages Smita to conclude, "may be we should all run away from home like
Javed… so we can quickly gulp in some fresh air and go back in." They come back to home from
ramp with new enlightenment. Smita propagates that through personal vision. One can sustain
one's individual freedom, freedom wherever one may by "but immediately Hardika reacts. You
are foolish, to think you can create your freedom." However, Bobby in order to break the ultimate
shackles of blind orthodoxy determines to break the web of illusions. Images may be the matter of
personal faith but not the ultimate realization of divinity. It is call of humanity that leads towards
the realization of God. Bobby conquers his fury and becomes indifferent to the resentment of the
mob and panic stricken reactions of Aruna. He proceeds towards the temple, picks up the image
of Krishna and comes as a challenge to the fundamentalism of both Javed and Aruna, representing
the two distinctive cults.
The comprehensiveness of his vision. Encompasses fear, anxiety, insecurity and uncertainty if
human sentiments. He fearlessly declares - See Javed! He doesn't humiliate you. He doesn't cringes
from my touch. He welcomes the warmth of my hand. He feels me. And he welcomes it! I told him
who is sacred to them, but I don't commit sacrilege. (To Aruna) You can bath him day and night,
you can splash holy water on him but can not remove my touch from his farms. You can not
remove my smell with sandal paste and Altars and fragrant flowers because it belongs and tolerates
and respects what other human beings believe - That is the strongest fragrance in the would. The
convention of Bobby is a manifestation of Dattani's own religious tolerance against the venom of
communal violence. For Aruna, her own God is sacred but this sacredness depends on personal
faith. Dattani presents his own remedy of communal violence through Bobby, "The tragedy is that
there is too much that is sacred. But if we understand and believe in one another, nothing can be
destroyed. And if you are willing to forget, I am willing to tolerate. It is only the formula of forget
and tolerate that can emancipate society that can eclipse stands on the edge of time with the
perpetual question if one can really forget the bitterness of communal difference. Leaving the
crowd on the ramp. She retires to her room with the desperate realization "and so those boys left.
I still am not willing to forget. Days have passed since that night and not one of us has forgotten.
One more memory? We don’t speak to each other. We move in silence."

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