30.10.14

Malgudi Days by RK Narayan

A lazy weekend afternoon with nothing much to do, I decided to lull myself to sleep with a book in hand. The book was Malgudi Days by RK Narayan and thought to be light reading. And what a book it has turned out to be.
The book is a collection of short stories which are really short except for a few and are all about characters who live in the fictional and charming town of Malgudi that the writer has so lovingly created. The beauty lies in the fact that Malgudi could easily be any small South Indian town that one knows of and most characters are people in real life one would be familiar with. They go about their daily lives with nothing much to look forward to, displaying the entire range of human behavior and emotions.
We have the story of an astrologer going about his business until one day a past deed of his catches up with him and how he gets out of the situation. We have Naga the snake which has grown old and cannot earn its master a livelihood and is therefore sought to be rid off, but failing all his master’s attempts to do so. A postman who is more than a deliverer of letters, but also a harbinger of news, good and bad, as also an adviser. A street vendor who has fallen on bad times, a pickpocket who learns the hard way that his skill is only in picking pockets not putting back into them. A  Cobbler’s  interaction with a hippie on life and God. We have the story of a miserly shopman who is fooled into believing a stealthy cat to be a ghost. We have Selvi who is taken advantage of before she decides to take matters in hand and restores order.. We have Rama the knife sharpener who works hard and how he ends up in a comic situation. We have a ripe old gentleman who in one of his fits of nostalgia goes in search of his former lover. We have Raman the painter who meets the boy Raju in a town fair and dreams of a family life. The landmarks in  these stories like Kabir lane, Lawley Road, Albert Mission School, Mempi Hills, Malgudi medical Centre and other places all ring so true in our minds.

At the end of it one realises among several things that everyday  life which is dull and monotonous was not so in the hands of a master story teller. That we do not necessarily need to have a perfect ending to every story. That Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication as Da Vinci put it and that simple English words used with great skill and dexterity can work wonders instead of those highbrow ones that are only used for exaggeration.