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Sunday, June 15, 2003
Books

Serving up contemporary flavour
Harish Dhillon

Best Indian Short Stories (Volume II)
edited by Khushwant Singh. HarperCollins, New Delhi.
Pages 272, Rs 295.

Best Indian Short Stories (Volume II)KHUSHWANT SINGH has done it again—given us an eminently readable book, this one in the role of an editor. As I read each story I did so with a growing sense of wonder and joy, wonder at the richness that lay between the covers of this book and joy that I had been provided with the opportunity to share this.

The range of geographical areas and social backgrounds that this selection represents is truly vast. We have Yashpal’s The Second Nose set in tribal Baluchistan, Mohan Rakesh’s The Woman at the Bus Stop set in the rural Punjab and Shiv K. Kumar’s The Foreigner set in the upper-crust society of Bombay.

The selection is a nice mixture of stories written originally in English and those translated from Marathi, Tamil, Urdu and Hindi. The work of Manohar Malgonkar, R. K. Laxman, Khushwant Singh features alongside the work of Saadat Hasan Manto, Mohan Rakesh, Yashpal and P. L. Deshpande. This gives a balanced flavour to the style—the slightly quaint touch of the translation balancing the contemporary English. This also helps us to see that the Indian short story, whether in English or in the regional languages, is structurally and thematically the same. It does not pretend to be anything other than a good story well told. There is no intellectual pretension, no linguistic obtuseness. With the exception of M. Karunanidhi’s Confessions of a Dustbin, where the contents of the dustbin become symbols of what ails our society, there is no use of overt symbolism.

 


My own favourite is The Bottom-Pincher, which is vintage Khushwant Singh. The protagonist, a self- confessed bottom-watcher observes an elderly Parsi gentleman who after visiting the fire temple hands out alms with his right hand while caressing bottoms with his left hand. Motivated, perhaps by envy, the protagonist obtains the Parsi gentleman’s telephone number and hounds him by ringing him up repeatedly and telling him that he has been observed. In a brilliant surprising denouncement the Parsi gentleman gets even with the protagonist.

The book is peopled with a host of colourful and memorable characters. Namu, the dhobi in Deshpande’s story, makes himself an integral part of the Marathi film world in Sholapur. Because he does the laundry for all the major film personalities, he knows everything about everyone and has no compunction in exploiting this knowledge to further his own ends and yet he remains an extremely lovable person: so lovable that we forgive him his roguishness. He is cast in the same mould, as Ramsay in Somerset Maugham’s The Ant and the Grasshopper. Equally distinctive is Mozelle, the character created by Manto in his story with the same name. She is a "bindas" Jewish girl who lives by herself in Bombay. In spite of her waywardness, her non-conformity and seeming selfishness, she takes on in the end a heroic halo by sacrificing her life to save an unknown woman.

The greatest strength of the book is the contemporary flavour that most of the stories provide. Manohar Malgonkar Hush describes the nexus between smugglers and the police. A Slice of the Melon by the same author deals with the corruption rampant in the collection and use of party funds for elections. Bhisham Sahni’s The Accident reveals the cynicism that has crept into the modern society, where the death of an old, loyal servant becomes nothing more than a story to entertain a bored guest.

Khushwant Singh’s well-known puckish humour is reflected in this selection. Which other editor would laugh at himself by including Palace Orders, where Manohar Malgonkar says: "Now he could rattle off the full Twenty and Five, recount the wonderful benefits of the Emergency, and he had made a close study of Khuswant Singh’s weekly hymns in praise of Mrs Gandhi and, her son."

My one and only reservation about the book is the nagging question. Why did the editor include Inder Malhotra’s The Landlady?