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More than his cup of tea Nalini Ranjan meets Laxman Rao, a Hindi writer who runs a tea stall to sustain himself
At
first glance, one may pass him
off as a chaiwala (tea vendor), but even a casual chat with him is
enough to grab your attention. He sounds like a political commentator,
argues like a philosopher and talks about his creative works like a critic.
Fiftyone-year-old Laxman Rao runs his own publishing house, Bharatiya
Sahitya Kala Prakashan, from Vishnu Digambar Marg, ITO, Delhi. Situated
between the Punjabi Academy and Hindi Bhavan, Rao prepares and serves tea
from his roadside tea stall under the open sky. To customers who throng his
wayside shop, he boasts of having written 18 books so far, including a
variety of novels and plays. In his first title, Nayi Duniya Ki Nayi
Kahani, he wrote in 1979, he narrated the hardships that he faced and
the massive will he mustered to elevate, and then sustain himself as a
writer. His play, Pradhan Mantri written in 1984, was an outcome of
his encounter with then Prime Minister late Indira Gandhi at the Teen Murti
Bhawan in 1984. "I completed the play in three months. The plot
portrays the Prime Minister in a social set-up with her subordinates
responsible for corruption. I was thinking of gifting the first published
copy to her, when the news of her sudden death shocked the entire
nation." He published his next novel, Ramdas, in 1992. It was
sold in over 200 schools in Delhi. Recently, he was conferred with
Inderprastha Sahitya Bharti Award. In Parampara Se Judi Bharatiya Rajniti,
Rao has incorporated the experiences of his struggle. Born in a family
of farmers in Amravati district, Maharastra, on July 22, 1954, Rao’s
fondness for Hindi literature saw him complete his matriculation in Hindi
medium from Mumbai University in 1973. "In Class VII, I got addicted to
Gulshan Nanda’s novels. Pundits of literature never recognised his
writings but they proved very useful for me to write lucidly in
Hindi." As a child, Rao was quite fond of reading but the thought of
becoming a writer never crossed his mind. A young boy, Ramdas, was drowned
while taking a bath in the river. The incident was such a shock that Rao
looked for an outlet to vent his intense pain and he decided to write.
Circumstances forced him to give up studies after Class X and he began
working in a local spinning mill to earn extra money. After the closure of
the mill, he started assisting his father in the fields. "I was never
at peace with myself. I was scared of calling it quits and surrendering to
life’s trials," he recalls. With Rs 40 in his pocket, he left his
hometown and headed for Bhopal in 1975 in search of greener pastures. He
worked as a labourer at a construction site but as he says, "I did not
let the tribulations demoralise me. After a couple of months, the fear of
losing my creativity made me board the train to Delhi. I landed here on July
30, 1975." After wandering about jobless for some time, he sought
shelter for three days at the guest house in Birla Mandir. During the day,
he worked as a mason at construction sites and washed dishes at a roadside
tea stall. Daryaganj’s famous Sunday Market became a hunting ground for
Rao. He read works of Mahatma Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru, Karl Marx, William
Shakespeare and Lenin. Realising the need to educate himself, he gradually
aquired a Bachelor of Arts from Delhi University as an external candidate.
Rao will never forget the day he was preparing for his exams sitting at
his kiosk, when a demolition squad of the Municipal Corporation of Delhi (MCD)
came. The kiosk was given to him by Pepsico. "They razed my kiosk on
July 19, 1999 terming it illegal. It shattered me and was the most painful
time of my life. I applied for the kiosk again in 1981, with supporting
documents, including court and MCD challans, but the authorities were
apathetic." Laxman’s writings are woven around ground realities of
life. As he says, "I have led a turbulent life and I understand the
intensity of feelings of others in similar circumstances. My books epitomise
the struggle and triumphs of ordinary people in a realistic
manner." Rao recounts the rejection that he faced repeatedly, "I
approached a number of publishers in Daryaganj but all of them, on one
pretext or the other, turned me away. One of them even said ‘get out’.
Now he is his own printer, publisher and distributor. He lives in a rented
house in Shakarpur in East Delhi with his wife and two sons, Hitesh and
Paresh, and is now busy writing Pattiyon ki Sarsarahat. Today Rao’s
books can be found in various branches of the Delhi Public Library and at
some school libraries. Despite making a name for himself, he has not earned
from his writings. Whatever he earns from the sale of one book goes into
publishing the next one. "My wife Rekha is my best critic. She often
gets frustrated and says if you still have to sell chai and paan,
why write? But I know she is proud of me as a writer and as a responsible
father and husband," he says. The plight of Rao is a comment on the
system which does not value creativity. |