I first came to know of Gurmehar Kaur in early 2017, when she was the centre of a social media storm in India. The daughter of a soldier martyred in the 1999 Kargil war, she had apparently committed the blasphemy of condemning war! Gurmehar had put up a photo of herself, holding a placard titled: "Pakistan didn't kill my father, the war did" - which practically amounted to treason in the eyes of the ultra-nationalists. She was hounded on social media for days, abused, trolled mercilessly and I even remember seeing some fake videos of her behaving inappropriately. Instead of retorting angrily, the girl fought the abuses with dignified silence - and in the process, earned many admirers among the level-headed Indian populace. From a nonentity, she had become a celebrity overnight.
These are her memoirs, where she briefly touches upon how the controversy came about, and more importantly, how she became the person she is now. Apparently, she became the target of the Hindu right-wing when she expressed solidarity with the victims of a riot engineered by the Akhil Bharatiya Vidyarthi Parishad, or ABVP, the student arm of the Hindu nationalist party BJP which is currently ruling India. Her antecedents were dug up to show her apparent anti-national leanings. However, apart from touching upon it in the introduction, Gurmehar doesn't elaborate on it. This, as she says, is the story of how the person who did such a bold act came to be.
In this book, in a series of short vignettes, the author has tried to capture her memories and interlink them with the memories of her mother and grandmother. She has purposefully followed a chaotic structure, with the narrative jumping from one protagonist to another, and over time and space. It also moves from the first to the third person. This, though it gives the book a certain unusual charm, tends to disrupt the flow of reading, like a movie done in jump cuts.
Gurmehar has a fine feel for words, and the language just flows. However, except for the sections where she narrates her life in the first person, the narrative feels contrived. What comes through effectively is her sense of loss and anger, and the laudable way in which her mother channelises it into positivity. Instead of a young woman seething in anger at an intangible foe, she has moulded a person who is not afraid to take on injustice, like her dad took on enemy bullets on the battlefield.
War - what a waste! If only we had more people who thought like this young woman - on both sides of the border...