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Falling Walls


Nilanjana Roy
In 1951, Upendranath Ashk wrote a passionate defence of his six-volume series of novels, Girti Divarein, their protagonist a lower-middle-class Punjabi man in the 1930s.

"The question is, in this age of struggle, for whom does the storyteller write?" he asked his critics. He wrote, he said, not for Kalidas's maharajas, but "for the thousands of other mud-smeared souls", like himself, setting down "the tiny, aggravating details of life that leave a bitter taste in one's mouth".

I had read a lot of Ashk growing up in Delhi, but ducked the Falling Walls novels in the same way you put off reading Proust, or all of Tagore, or other classics: marking it down as monumental, intending to get around to it some day, and permanently postponing the encounter in favour of other, more contemporary books.

Now I envy Daisy Rockwell, who has lived with the Falling Walls series for at least two decades, reading and slowly translating them, after meeting Ashk in his Khusro Bagh house in Allahabad in 1995, when she was in her twenties. "Falling Walls is one of those sorts of books that stay with you for decades and won't let you go," she writes in her translator's introduction. "What it has been for me, in particular, is a guide to finding one's own artistic voice and medium."

This first volume (Falling Walls, Penguin Books, Rs 499, 486 pages), spans Chetan's life in Jalandhar, a student at an indifferent college who wants to go to Lahore to experience life; his years in Lahore as an aspiring and permanently failing author; and an episode in Shimla, where his gratitude to the benefactor who takes him to the hill station changes when he realises he has been pressed into service as an underpaid ghostwriter. His father and mother, Pandit Shadiram and Lajwati, live in a shabby ruin. The gallis and sewers of Lahore and Jalandhar, unlovely newspaper offices, mud-caked drains, the memory of beatings from his father in childhood: these form his world.

Chetan veers between trying to write poems and short stories, distracted by a growing interest in women, and the usual necessary and demanding relationship between him and poverty. His marriage is arranged to a plain girl called Chanda, while he dreams of other women whom he meets only in glimpses - Kunti, Neela - relationships built on fragments, dreams, stray moments and accidental damage.

And yet he never lets go of the dream of being a writer. In Lahore, his mischievous nephew crushes his thick (and mostly unpublished) file of essays, stories and poems. The notebook in which he has kept the outline of his great realist novel slips from his hand into an open sewer.  When he decides to publish his stories himself, he has to ask a new friend, Kaviraj Ramdas (an expert in curing sexual ailments, known as a patron of writers) whether he might arrange for the paper to print his book.

In Shimla, he meets three literary types - a man who shifted from running a tandoori restaurant to running a famous paper that becomes the victim of its own success, a famous poet who has done " a beautiful job making a compromise between art and life", and a youth who arranges large mushairas. "Along with reaping the merit of literary service, he also raked in enough money to live off for the next eight to ten months…"

In contrast, all that Chetan has to his credit is the power of his imagination. "The foul atmosphere of Changar Mohalla, the stifling claustrophobic environment of the newspaper: when these came into contact with the touchstone of his imagination they became excellent, lovely and radiant." And so he lurches from failure to failure, and all of his failures are more beguiling, in Ashk's hands, than any success story could be.

Daisy Rockwell's translation is superb, because it is so unobtrusive. The flavour of Ashk's Hindi comes through behind the form of the English words, setting this classic free to reach an even larger audience than before.

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First Published: Jul 18 2015 | 12:18 AM IST

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