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November 06, 2020

Ratno Dholi: Best Short Stories of Dhumektu Translated by Jenny Bhatt - Gripping tales of Human psyche



Title: “Ratno Dholi: The Best Short Stories of Dhumketu
Translated by Jenny Bhatt
Publisher: HarperCollins India
Paperback: 324 pages  
ISBN: 978-9390327782

“Stefan Zweig once wrote about Tolstoy ‘one who sees so much and so well does not need to invent, one who observes imaginatively does not need to create imagination’. This is also an apt description of Dhumketu’s art and craft”

After reading translated works of Vijaydan Detha, Mahasweta Devi, Ambai, Vivek Shanbhag and Sachin Kundalkar , I often feel a certain hunger for literature linked with our regional languages. Glimpses of particular state, Usage of colloquial words, their nuances and culture, evolve us as a reader, more than that ─ a better human being.  

It is not an easy task to explore the diversity of Indian literature without the selfless efforts of our translators. In 2018, Jenny Bhatt, the translator of “Ratno Dholi: The Best Short Stories of Dhumketu” announced this project on twitter. Frankly, I never heard of ‘Dhumketu’ till then, and while I have been exploring author’s world now, Dhumketu seems even more relevant in an absorbing translation.

Dhumketu had contributed more than 500 short stories, collected in 24 volumes.  In his rich canon of work he explored the internal struggles of characters with compassionate eye, how their conscience dealt with unwanted situations, differences of caste and gender, and heartfelt experiences of navigating one’s life into small town.

Although most of his stories are set in rural Gujrat, yet themes are based on all kind of social strata. Besides of that, he broke many stereotypes, while introducing independent-minded women and emotionally sensitive men to the literature, well ahead of his time.

Also, it is fascinating to take a glance on writer’s journey, “Early in his teaching career, Gaurishankar Govardhanram Joshi was assigned the task of reading biographies and historical novels to a nobleman’s wife – an activity that fed both his reading habit and writing aspirations.

The adoption of ‘Dhumketu’, meaning comet, came later during his university years of trying and failing (initially), to get his early short stories published. “

Here is handful of stories, closest to my heart.

In the title story “Ratno Dholi,” a beautiful relation is withered out due to people’s assumptions, inner rage and hollow doubts. With two protagonists, Dhumketu had woven an unforgettable tale of diminishing love.   

“Ratno Dholi told this dhol and its sticks all the secrets of his heart. It was as if he had no words to say to or before men. If he wanted to say anything – make merry, cry, express his happiness, show his disappointment, reveal his hopes – whatever he wanted to say was through this dhol.

He was intrigued too. When the dhol and sticks were separated, they meant nothing, and when they came together, there was a language. What was this? He had become a child of the dhol. Without the dhol, Ratno was as if without his soul.”

 Another story “Tears of the Soul,” sets in an era of kings and courtesans, how a breathing person forced to do a certain job, and yet she survived all, that too on her own terms, a brilliant read on human psyche, “In this world, things by themselves are unchangeable, untainted. Only emotions make them holy or unholy.”

In “The Rebirth of Poetry,” author introduces an intriguing character, who lives in his fantasy world, where things run at certain pace. With enigmatic prose and strange human condition, it seemed thought-provoking tale.  

“You are asking for dreams? You want to talk about things that do not exist? Dance, music, art, poetry, literature – haven’t these intoxicants made beggars of you in the past? You are asking for it again today?

We may well become beggars again, but the poverty of this emotionless life is unbearable. Instead of making us strong like thunderbolts, you are making us dull as inanimate objects?

With voices that pierced the skies, the people said only one thing. Do not turn us into emotionless machines. Give us dreams! They may well be false, they may well be vain! But when is life itself real?”

 “The Post-Office,” depicts the longing of a father who waited for his daughter’s letter throughout his life, and how his expectation fulfilled in the end. This story dangled between hope and despair.

“One day, Ali sat under a palash tree and cried his heart out. From that time on, he would awake at 4 a.m. every morning to arrive at the post office. There was never a letter for him but, with fervent devotion and hope-filled cheer that his daughter’s letter would arrive one day, he always showed up before anyone else and sat waiting outside the post office.”

Besides of all these beauties, I recommend more stories for their detailed observation of surroundings, Dhumketu’s lyrical prose and unique approach to depict nature’s beauty. Some readings were really mesmerizing.

“Psychology is a dear subject of mine and, when it comes to the weakness of emotions, without understanding half of it, mixing some philosophy and to conceal my own foolishness. I scribble a lot. So, now I was making just such jottings.” (Anaami)

 “Like a star falling from the sky, he arrived in the village on a night overcome with darkness, with calm, noiseless feet, in an imperceptible way.” (Unknown Helpers)

“On a moonlit night, when both its water-filled lakes look like serene skies and begin to make the night lotuses sway lovingly, that vision is one of life’s invaluable privileges. In the slow and gentle ripples of the breeze, the waters of both peaceful lakes do a twinkling dance, like some divine beauty’s smile.” (Svarjogi)

“Clouds lay like heaps of cotton in the valleys between those hills and their long rows filled those valleys as if a flowing river had stopped and frozen there. Several stray clouds rested in the laps of the hills, like children in a comfortable, deep sleep.” (The Queen of Nepal)

Although, I loved the book, still felt bit distracted at some passages, due to lack of flowing sentences And Jenny Bhatt stated this point into introductory section very well,   

“Translation involves understanding and leveraging the subtexts, cultural implications and stylistic choices made by the original writer in language a so that they can be recreated in language b without losing any literary merit in terms of plot, story, dialogue, insight, action, character, setting, etc. it is about being a close reader in language a and a skilled writer in language b, both of which require deep cultural understanding, literary sensitivity, and a writer’s intuition.”

This collection of twenty-six stories of Dhumketu, translated in English by Jenny Bhatt, unfolded an era of memorable characters. With gripping themes and skillful craft, Dhumketu introduced his culture to Indian literature which he felt underrepresented during his time. These slices of human lives will surely linger long in the heart. I would certainly recommend this wonderful work. 

About the Author

Dhumketu was the pen name of Gaurishankar Govardhanram Joshi (1892-1965), one of the foremost writers in Gujarati and a pioneer of the short story form. He published twenty-four short story collections and thirty-two novels on social and historical subjects, as well as plays, biographies, memoirs, translations, travelogues, literary criticism, etc. Dhumketu was a contemporary of Rabindranath Tagore, Munshi Premchand and Saadat Hasan Manto, and his contributions to Indian literature are just as wide-ranging and groundbreaking.

Jenny Bhatt is a writer, translator and book reviewer. Her short story collection, Each of Us Killers, was critically well-received. Her writing has appeared in venues like The Atlantic, BBC Culture, The Washington Post, Literary Hub, Longreads, The Millions, Electric Literature, and others. Born and raised in Gujarat, India, she now resides in Texas, USA. 

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August 11, 2020

Anukrti Upadhyay’s Kintsugi: A Delicacy of Human Bonding

 


Title: Kintsugi
Author: Anukrti Upadhyay
Publisher: HarperCollins
Genre: Fiction, Indian Literature
Pages: 228 (Hardcover)
ISBN: 978-9353579531 

'That night, Leela lingered in Haruko’s room, leafing through her books as Haruko sat in silence, her eyes abstracted. ‘Jiji, what is this?’ She asked pointing at the picture of a terracotta-coloured bowl, deep and shaped like a cupped palm. The bowl had uneven golden lines running all over it.

Haruko glanced at the picture. ‘That’s a broken clay bowl mended with gold.’ Leela’s eyes widened. ‘Isn’t it beautiful? I had tried my hand at the art of Kintsugi in a ceramic class one semester.’

‘Not all vessels are meant to hold water, some are for allowing water to seep away.’ Haruko trailed a finger over the photograph. ‘Broken things are precious too’.

After finished reading Kintsugi by Anukrti Upadhyay, I meditated over each sentence I underlined before. Have you ever felt an urge to decode paragraphs, or just a quaint desire to enter into author’s brain, and catching way of observing images?  Upadhyay’s depth of seeing things turned this novel into breathing tale.

The moment I mentioned above, woven between two main protagonists Haruko and Leela, while one curious mind delves into an ancient art of Japan, the other one helps her to seeking beauty into imperfections.

If you read her previous work Bhaunri, you realize that Upadhyay brings fresh possibilities into storytelling. She has unique voice. Beautiful imagery is her core strength. Along with reflections of ethereal landscapes, she depicts the serenity of trees, animals and mountains.  

Basically, Kintsugi is an art of mending broken objects with gold and lacquer. I loved how Upadhyay takes this Japanese art as a metaphor and weaves interlaced characters around it. Not a single character is heroic yet powerful.

Kintsugi, is the third novel of Anukrti Upadhyay, sets in Japan and Jaipur. With such brilliance she flickers between many characters. She explored their inner world without losing the interest of reader. Isn’t it delightful to have perspective of every character?

I felt sitting in a room with several windows. Each window provides a glimpse of character’s journey and resonated emotions love and despair as well.

Prakash pointed to the tall stacks of crisp honey-colored discs on display in the sweet shops. These are Ghevars ̶ sweets for teej, the rain festival. It is a special festival for women.

Kintsugi begins with a fascinating bond between two strangers, Haruko and Dr. Prakash. Haruko, a Japanese artist, who has devoted her life to her work, ‘It is a great feeling, to be entirely there, focused on a single purpose.

She comes to India with the aim of learning craft, tradional Jaipuri ornamental work into gold and silver. Meanwhile, an accident brings her to hospital and there she meets Dr. Prakash, they started sharing personal talks, lunchbox along beautiful bond. And then a rainy night changed all the dynamics of their relationship. Haruko is an emotionally balanced person yet it is hard to solve the puzzle of human heart. 


Besides Haruko’s, Kintsugi contains an engrossing journey of Leela. She grew up in an orthodox family of Jaipur.

‘You know  the gaddi must be at rest when day and night come together, No one should touch their tools of trade when the two times meet.’

Her father Madanji, a well known Kundansaaz owns Gaddi (Jeweler Shop) into narrow streets of Jauhari Bazar. Haruko, the Japanese artist works under him only. After meeting with Haruko, Leela realized her passion towards art, she didn’t ignore the calling and eventually absorbed into it. In spite of old beliefs of her family, she wanted to be recognized as Kundansaaz like her father.  

‘She has always been like this when she was a small girl, changing from day to day, always doing as she pleased. One day she would want someone to hold her hand and help her cross the narrow rain water drain in the courtyard, and the next day she would shake her sisters’ hands off and run to the school in the main bazaar on her own.’

She is hard working and knows how to fight for her identity. When society opposes she fiercely deals with it, ‘They think I am only a girl, they don’t see the quality of my work’

I really enjoyed the quirky moments between Leela and her tenant. She doesn’t feel any regret of having desires, and when circumstances changed she doesn’t even think twice before getting rid of it.

‘Is all this so important, Leela? Is it so important to be a sunar?’

‘There is nothing more important,’ she said.

Frankly, It takes courage to write something on Anukrti Upadhyay’s work. In a way I don’t want to spoil beauty, book provides itself. I feel closer to these two characters.

‘Yuri smiled a half smile, her cheeks were flushed. ‘My real mother used to say that mountains are like beautiful strangers -  you desire them but cannot know them.’

‘she used to take me up and down the mountain roads on her bicycle, in a little basket seat, singing songs about their timeless beauty.’

On the other note, the chemistry between Yuri and Meena, touches the depth of human psyche. And After meeting Hajime, She questioned on her life choices.

Anukrti Upadhyay analyzed so many facets of life including Death, Mental illness, cultural differences, loosing of bonds, sense of belonging and alienation. She worked on each emotion with sensitivity.

‘Death bewildering, It is always a jolt when viewed up close, the way it erases things which seemed so permanent and yet leaves other things behind but we must live with death.’

I relished Kintsugi to the core. This gripping novel soothes the soul and gripping as well. I would certainly recommended to it. Show much love to this beauty. 

About Author


Anukrti Upadhyay has post-graduate degrees in Management and Literature, and a graduate degree in Law. She writes in both English and Hindi. She stunned readers and critics alike with the twin novellas Daura and Bhaunri in 2019, and delighted Hindi readers with short story collection Japani Sarai.

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October 06, 2019

Vivek Tejuja’s Memoir - So Now You Know: Growing up Gay in India



Title: So Now You Know: Growing up Gay in India
Author: Vivek Tejuja
Publisher: HarperCollins India 
ISBN:  978-9353572693
Pages: 160
Genre: Non Fiction, Memoir

“The constant hum of the sea was the most comforting sound to me. It gave me a lot of solace. At that time I didn’t know why I felt so good sitting on the balcony, listening to the sounds of the sea and watching it, awestruck at how large it was. Besides the sea, I had my books. They made me see the world differently.”

When you talk about books, you talk about Vivek Tejuja. Believe me, reading community owes him a lot. He reads, he reviews and recommends books on social media. You could consider him almost a book therapist, a kind one.

When he announced his book year back, it was an excitement in the air. I eagerly wanted to know the person who breathes books in real manner.

Vivek Tejuja’s memoir, So Now You Know contains fragments of memories; a small gem of a book seemed to me, more like a long love letter to your younger self.

“It was a nightmare. School was nothing but a big bullying ground. I wonder when children realize the power of hurting? When do they turn so brutal that they do not once stop to think of kindness, politeness and the choices they make? Surely it’s something we only learn with age? I didn’t know anything about anything then, and I am sure neither did my bullies”

While going through some pages, I actually felt those words on my skin, either teasing or lack of kindness, confusions, or alienation and that tight slap. I imagined those lonely nights when you just shut your eyes and think about a parallel world with some hope, where broken friendships don’t exist, where feeling of being left alone doesn’t scare you much, bullying is mere word and your loved ones accept you the way you are.

Vivek Tejuja has written about growing up gay in 90’s. Author brings back that nostalgic phase when social media was not a part of our routine, when people actually meet and hold hands, when libraries would seem our second home, when we wait for hours just to check random mail, dial-up connection, of course, Playing music on cassettes and catching movies in proper theatre.

“I was ashamed of myself; not because of who I was or what they said about me, but because I could not stand up to them. I could not stand up for myself”

This book documents the author’s life into various phases, not in chronological manner though, Author writes about societal rejection and how it leads him to guilt, and the battle you fought inside all your whole life.

It is a poignant, yet light-hearted tale. Prose is raw and beautiful, like some old buddy disclosing his life in front of you. And you just want to listen to him, bit by bit, and uninterruptedly.

“One incident is all it takes for you to not confide in your loved ones. You think they will not be able to understand what you are going through, and maybe you’re right. Parents are supposed to be there for you, at every step of the way, but when you realize you might be remotely different, is anyone really there for you?”

When Vivek Tejuja narrates his friendships, I found him powerful, he is so comfortable to share his intimate life to the world and that sense of vulnerability makes him a wonderful writer.

I do accept, some sequences can be tough read, there was sadness but not a single sign of self-pitying. Vivek writes about unimaginable treatment by his close friends, even with great sensitivity.

On the one hand, you write a show about women’s empowerment while on the other; you are busy encouraging stereotypes when it comes to a gay man, down to even gestures and expressions

Vivek Tejuja’s memoir asks many questions to the society, need to be answered. Yes, I missed something in this book, his short notes, and experiences with particular book, hope he will consider writing his next book soon.

Some highlighted Parts from Vivek’s Memoir

What is an eighteen-year-old to do without friends? How does he manage living day to day? Who does he speak to? Who does he confide in? What happens then? Though I always had my books to fall back on, there were times when all I wanted was a friend who would hear me out – and no one was around

“I wanted my sky, my moon, my countless stars, twinkling just for me. And when I did not get them, I took the simple route: by building a fortress around my heart. For most of the time”

Gay or straight or bisexual or transgender or being anyone remotely different doesn’t matter – because you know what, we are all struggling, no matter what. It took me a long time to understand that about people. We all fight our own battles. Some show it to the world and some hide them. Why then is there this lack of empathy?”

Being gay is not about losing your identity or changing who you already are. Most people think it is all about the drama, the diva-ness, the blasé approach and attitude to almost everything in life, which is not true. There are more aspects and, moreover, maybe I should not use the term ‘being gay’ – as it’s not something you become, it is a part of you and yet not what you are all about.”

“Loneliness makes you want things you never thought you’d want from life. Love being one of them”

About the Author
VivekTejuja has worked with books at Flipkart and now at Verve magazine, and writes regularly on books and the experience of reading, notably on his blog, TheHungry Reader.



June 23, 2019

Book Review: Bhaunri by Anukrti Upadhyay


Title: Bhaunri
Author: Anukrti Upadhyay
Publisher: Fourth State India
ISBN:  978-9353570033
Pages: 150
Source: Publisher
Genre: Literary Fiction

Sometimes when you read something so delectable, you hesitate to put your thoughts on it. You don’t want to spoil the magic, book contains itself.

Bhaunri is a mesmerizing character. Anukrti Upadhyay painted contours of her journey of love and desire, Author crafts the facets of her life with crystalline clarity. This is not some mushy love story but it surely shows that love is difficult ride to follow. It has upside and downside too. Sometimes love is messy but worth to put your heart into it.

“There is more than one way for hearts to meet; sometimes they are twisted together, hurting each other but inseparable. You are a child, I pray your happiness thrives, but you must let go of everything at once and become so immersed, I am afraid for you. You must keep safe”

I really enjoyed meeting, Bhaunri, a daughter of lohars- the ironsmiths, lived in a village of Rajasthan. Although, story begins with her mother’s background. Author tried to depict the character of those empowered women, like mother-like daughter. They are fearless; they are brave, how they prioritize their freedom to love. Somewhere the boldness of protagonist enthralled me. 

“My mother said to me, before all else, hearts must meet. Unless hearts meet everything else is a burden of sin and must be thrown off”

Bhaunri got married at very tender age, now she has to move to Sasural, her husband’s home. She found Bheema handsome like some Greek god but ill-tempered too. She tried to interpret their relationship eventually, and felt passionate love towards her husband. Soon, the story is seeped into tension. 

“No, my share is the same as his. He and I are two parts joined together. How could his share be different from mine? I shall not suffer, Mai. If I do, so shall he.’ Bhaunri throat filled with sobs”

Along the way, we see Bhaunri’s relationship with her loving mother-in-law. Author managed to capture the shades of everyday vibrant life of Rajasthan, what stands out amount of detailing.

There is something so empathetic about her struggle. Some hidden stories also waited for readers as she got to know about jeth-ji and his dismembered past.



I instantly fell in love with the protagonist, who came to life in these pages. It touched a nerve in my heart with its raw honesty and delicate simplicity. Story is so rich with colloquial words and metaphors used in ways I have never felt as refreshing.   

There is nothing over-the-top about storyline, no heavy drama, no roller-coaster ride, but story thrives in its effortless writing, clean sentences and hidden insights. Beautiful imagery of Rajasthani culture resonates so deeply within your psyche that as though you are at home.

Author has great command on inner lives of rural women, turned this book into an engaging tale. Depth of women’s unseen strength is the core of the story.

Also, I love how author has played out the climax, Writing is fluid and natural. Narrative is so absorbing I found it difficult to put it down. Anukrti Upadhyay created a character you can live with.

I would certainly recommend. I adored this book to eternity and beyond.

ABOUT AUTHOR


Anukrti Upadhyay has post-graduate degrees in management and literature, and a graduate degree in law. She writes in both English and Hindi; Daura and Bhaunri are her first publications in English. She divides her time between Mumbai and Singapore.

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Book Review: Daura by Anukrti Upadhyay



Title: Daura
Author: Anukrti Upadhyay
Publisher: Fourth State India
ISBN:  978-9353570019
Pages: 160
Genre: Literary Fiction

What I loved most about Anukrti Upadhyay’s Daura, was how mystic folktales of Rajasthan was integrated into the story.

Author has written this book in a form of series of documents and journal entries. I liked the way characters were explored and dissected. It transports you deep into their lives.  Writing is clear and unique without any dramatic peaks.

Story begins with an excerpt from the journal of Collector, who got posted into rural Rajasthan, while working on the water-canal project amidst desert he felt instant connection to lives of tribal people.  

As the story progresses, Collector Saheb meets with a wonderful set of characters, Saranagiya, Camel-herder, Chief Secretary, Nat Girls and Guard. There are bits and pieces of everyone journalized throughout this book, representing their foils and reflections. It made me feel happy inside, author even worked on minor characters with so much dedication, and managed to capture the heart of nomadic lives.  

“The Sarangiya used to come often, I think oftener than he does now. He does not need roads to travel, the desert is full of paths, but it seems that none of them led to the place, he is trying to reach… Then as now, he used to come to the Dak Bangla, sit under the tree or by the large rock you can see at some distance, and play his sarangi. Sometimes especially on full moon nights, he played until the moon set. When morning came around, his arms would be as stiff as the wood of sarangi and his eyes would be like sun-mirrors. His sarangi has learnt to speak due to his penance. It has learnt to cry. Not everyone knows how to cry. The Sarangiya himself doesn’t know how to – he is too proud. His eyes burn but not a drop falls. That instrument of his has to do all the crying for him”

When Collector met with this nomad sarangi player, he understood an art is the answer and immersed himself into their world. Author shows his new perception about art and beliefs, collector’s obsession about folktales, and his longing to get a single glance of a princess, trapped into mystic tree.

“Who has told me that collector saheb has been bewitched? Why would anyone need to tell me? Don’t I keep my ears open all the time, and keep one eye open even when I sleep? The people around are illiterate and most of them are full of nonsense, gibbering about this and that, but they are as cunning as they come”



Besides that, In Anukrti’s Daura, the subject of bureaucracy in India treated in the most glancing way.  Author played on the ground of freedom and courage. She explored human emotions, greed and disheveled morality as well. Many parts of book read like a monologue, with startling cadence of desert. Her sentences are hum and vibrant, ability to suck you into the story. It makes you think and suffer and then leaves you with questions that don’t need to get answered.    

“To me, though, everything that has happened in the past is fresh, as if it has just happened. Each day, as my age increases, my memory burnishes, grows lighter like silver coins published with use, I can’t explain why it is so, I know that the older you grow, the less you are supposed to remember. Age gives you Maan – the honour to be remembered and the right to forget. At time I think I myself am the memory from the past… I am the only one left who knows the past now, the only one who can tell old stories, and with each telling, I remember them better. Usually, I tell them to myself, for who else is there to hear them” — The guard’s story

Like, Author’s twin novel, Bhaunri, it offers the taste of Rajasthan by delivering story with colloquial words, though it didn’t interrupt the reading, even enhanced the beauty of prose.

Anukrti upadhayay has woven her characters with so honesty, it won me over instantly. With her sparkling writing, author managed to keep me hooked till the end. If you are music lover, you are going to savour it.

Daura is surely a riveting tale. I applaud the author; she dealt an important issue in such an interesting way. I couldn’t wait to read her next one.

ABOUT AUTHOR 


Anukrti Upadhyay has post-graduate degrees in management and literature, and a graduate degree in law. She writes in both English and Hindi; Daura and Bhaunri are her first publications in English. She divides her time between Mumbai and Singapore.

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May 06, 2018

Book Review: Do Log by Gulzar



 

लकीरें हैं तो रहने दो,

किसी ने रूठ कर गुस्से में

शायद खींच दी थीं

गुलज़ार

 

वो लोग ये जानते थे कि देश का बँटवारा होने जा रहा है। हिन्दुस्तान का एक टुकड़ा अब से पाकिस्तान कहलाया जाएगा। बॉर्डर क्या है, रिफ्यूजी कौन हैं, कौन सी राजनीति खेली गयी, वे सब जानते थे ̶ नहीं जानते थे तो सिर्फ़ इतना कि, अपना घर, अपनी ज़मीन कैसे छोड़ी जाती है?

 

हम एक थेएक चला गया - अब हम दो लोग हैं

 

विभाजन पर लिखी गुलज़ार साब की यह  किताब, कई किरदारों के बीच लुका-छिपी खेलती हुई, राजनैतिक गतिविधियों से ज़्यादा, बँटवारे का दर्द झेलते लोगों की मनोदशा को दिखाती है।

 

किताब ने बाजार में आने के साथ ही साहित्य जगत में ज़रा सी हलचल पैदा की। कंटेट की वजह से नहीं, अपनी लेंथ की वजह से। कुछ साहित्यकारों व समीक्षकों ने इसे नॉवेल मानने से ही इंकार कर दिया। कहा गया, किताब छोटी है। इसकी कहानी कुछ ही पृष्ठों में सिमट गयी। हाँलाकि देखा जाए तो दो लोगएक नॉवेल होने के सारे क़ायदे पूरे करती है। किताब के पब्लिशर हार्परकांलिस ने जब इसका पेपरबैक संस्करण  लेकर आए तो गुलज़ार साब ने खुद कहा हर छोटे द का आदमी बौना नहीं होता

 

हाँलाकि मुझे किताब में किरदार कुछ ज़्यादा लगे। जैसे ही आप दो किरदारों के बीच रिश्ते के डायनेमिक्स को समझते हैं, और उनसे जुड़ाव महसूस करना शुरू करते हैं कि तभी कहानी में दो किरदार और जुड़ जाते हैं, इससे किताब तो आसानी से आगे बढ़ती जाती है लेकिन कुछ किरदारों की जिंदगी को, थोड़ा और जानने की इच्छा वहीं पीछे छूट जाती है। हो सकता है किताब शुरू करते वक़्त ये बात आपको थोड़ा परेशान करे, लेकिन कहानी का यूँ परत-दर-परत खुलना नयेपन का अहसास करवाता है।

 

अगर इस किताब  की पृष्ठभूमि पर गौर करें, तो कहानी शुरू होती है,  पाकिस्तान के कैम्पबैल्पुर में।

 

194की सर्दियाँ, धुंध भरी रात और कच्चे रास्तों पर धूल उड़ाता एक ट्रक। ट्रक  में बैठे लोग, फज़ल और  करम सिंह, जो कि स्कूल मास्टर हैं। ट्रक ड्राईवर फौजी, और  उसका दोस्त लखबीरा। थोड़े खडूस लाला जी और उनका परिवार। अपने बूढ़े दादा को संभालता एक आठ-दस साल का बच्चा। एक तवाय और भी कई ऐसे बाशिन्दे जो इस बात से बेखबर बैठे हैं कि ये बंटवारा मुल्क़ ही नहीं उनकी जिंदगी भी बदल के रख देगा।

 

सब इसी सोच के साथ घर से निकले हैं कि ये कुछ ही महीनों की राजनैतिक उठा-पटक हैऔर कुछ नहीं। अपना घर भी कभी छोड़ा जाता है, फिर लौट आएँगे। एक लकीर ही तो खींची है। लोगों के मन में चलती यही उलझन, सीनों में दबा विस्थापन का यही दर्द पात्रों को वास्तविकता के करीब रखता है।     

 

किताब का पात्र करम सिंह, अपने दोस्त ज़लू से  पूछता है कि क्या देश कोई स्लेट है जिसे जिन्ना तोड देगें? कहीं देश भी बंटा करते हैं?

 

गुलज़ार  ने अपने अतीत में गहरे उतरकर इस किताब को लिखा है। उन्होंने विभाजन के उस दर्द को भारी भरकम शब्दों के नीचे नहीं दबने दिया। बहुत ही सुलझा हुआ लेखन है। आम बोल-चाल की भाषा में संवाद लिखे गए हैं, हर शब्द सामने एक दृश्य खींचता है यही लेखन शैली इस  किताब को दिलचस्प बनाती है।

 

ऐसा नहीं है कि गुलज़ार साब ने पहली बारविभाजन के बारे में कुछ लिखा हो। उनकी अनेकों नज़्में अनचाहे बंटवारे का दर्द बयाँ करती हैं आँखों को वीज़ा नहीं लगता, सपनों की सरहद नहीं होती

 

इसके अलावा उनके कहानी-संग्रह रावी पार’  में, पहली कहानी खौफ’  इसी विषय पर थी। एक यासीन नामक लड़का शहर में हालात बिगड़ते देखखाली ट्रेन में चढ़ता है और ट्रेन में घुसते हर इंसान को संदेह से  देखता है। अजीब बात ये थी कि उसे भीड़ में इंसान नज़र ही नहीं आते, दिखते हैं तो सिर्फ़ हिन्दू या मुसलमान। कहानी का अंत आपको एक अजीब कशमकश में डाल देगा।  

 

गुलज़ार साब के साथ-साथ, विभाजन पर  कई लेखको ने दिल खोलकर लिखाजैसे मंटो, कमलेश्वर, कृष्णा सोबती। फिर भी गुलज़ार साब का लिखा ना जाने क्यूँ सीधे दिल पर महसूस हुआ, शायद इसलिए कि वो घटनावी ब्योरों को कभी  अहसासों पर हावी नहीं  होने देते।  

 

अपनी किताब  ‘दो लोग के जरिए गुलज़ार साब ने अरसे से जमी चुप्पी को आवा दी है। किताब खत्म होने के बाद पाठक के अंदर एक सवाल छूट जाता है कि,  1947  में  राजनीति खेली गयी, देश का बंटवारा हुआ, उस दिन क्या सिर्फ़ देश बंटे थे, लोग नहीं? एक  लाईन खींच  देने से जब देशलोग मीनें  बाँटी  जा सकती हैं तो आँखों में पलते ख़्वाब क्यूँ नहीं ?

 

गुलज़ार  साब  को विभाजन के इतने दशकों बाद ये नॉवेल लिखने की रूरत क्यूँ  पड़ी? 1947 में उन्होंने ऐसा भी क्या देखा होगा, जो अभी तक उनके अंदर किसी कील की तरह चुभता है। सवाल मुश्किल है। जवाब शायद इसी किताब के जरिए मिल जाए।    


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किताब को पब्लिश किया है हार्पर कॉलिंस ने और भूमिका तैयार की है पवन के वर्मा जी ने। 

February 28, 2018

Book Review: Letters to My Ex by Nikita Singh


Title: Letters to My Ex
Author: Nikita Singh
Publisher: HarperCollins India
ISBN:  9789352776580
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Pages: 138
Source: Flipkart Review Program
Rating:  3/5

It’s an exciting idea to read letters in a form of book. When I first heard about “Letters to My Ex by Nikita Singh” I imagined a world instantly around two characters, maybe they are going to exchange letters and as the title says EX. It makes the book more gripping. Although I want to mention that book is not all about letters, you will get to read small talks, self talk, written in a form of monologue.

Basically, the story revolves around two main charactersNidhi and Abhay. Due to some undefined reason Nidhi left her engagement ceremony. Things were not so clear initially. Not to the reader and someway not to the Nidhi too. Eventually she started writing letters to her Ex, with an intention of not sending them to respective person, i.e. Abhay. She thought at first that putting down her emotions is a great idea to healing herself. And it did work, she could fathom many unsolved puzzles of their relationship. Meanwhile she met with Abhay, She thought of moved on. And… Hey, I am not going to spoil the whole twist and turn here. You have to read this emotional tale into letters only.

I loved the idea though, how Nikita Singh explored the perspective of Abhay as well. Author didn’t take anyone’s side. She just wrote the story full of emotions. Yes, I agree with the fact that I found some repetitive sentences, and it makes you feel stretchy, but as I told you this book is more about self discovery and solving the unending questions of love and separation.

Within hundred something pages, Nikita Singh accomplished to make a bond with her reader, like she always do. Writing is simple yet communicates with reader at once. I loved few sentences a lot that I couldn’t resist myself from sharing it here. It can be your perfect weekend read.

READER’s MOMENT

I know what it was, I’m afraid to say it because once I do, it becomes real. I don’t want it to be real… and I know the first thing you will say, but please hear me out first. The reason I had to leave was because I knew, and it had become clearer and clearer to me in the months leading up to the engagement, that you didn’t love me anymore.

As much as I’d like to move on, I can’t feel anything about anyone, even if I tried. I don’t know if I ever will. When I try to imagine a time where I would be able to place all of my faith in another human being, and trust them with everything I have, I simply cannot see it happening again.

I gave you everything I had, every piece of me was yours, but you didn’t want it. It seemed like you did, you know, when you told me a thousand times that you loved me, and wanted to build a life with me and couldn’t imagine living without me. When we fought everyone and everything that came in our way in order to be together, but then, it turned out that you didn’t actually want any of that.”

If I had to, could I live without you? Yes. I would be unhappy for a while, but I wouldn’t die. With time, things would get better, and I would move on eventually. But do I want that? No. I don’t want a life without you.

ABOUT AUTHOR  
Nikita Singh is the bestselling author of ten novels, including Every Time It Rains and Like a Love Song. She is also a contributing writer to The Backbenchers series and the editor of two collections of short stories, 25 Strokes of Kindness and The Turning Point. Born in Patna and raised in Indore, Nikita worked in the book publishing industry in New Delhi for a few years before moving to New York for her MFA in Creative Writing (Fiction) at The New School. Nikita lives in Manhattan, where she does digital content and marketing for a solar energy company.

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