I
go cycling around RK Narayan’s residence quite often, it’s about a Km or so
from where I stay. The house is in a
pitiable condition, half demolished as it was stopped by concerned people (it
may be noted that the family wasn’t much bothered and had sold it to some
developer), and since then the government has taken over with the promise of
converting the house into a museum. That
was few years back. The house seems to have got stuck in time and is an
anguishing sight. RK Narayan deserves much better than this. He was an
immensely popular writer. His house should be converted into museum at the
earliest. This has so much of possibility to be a tourist attraction. Like his
Malgudi town, this could be a Malgudi house where all his endearing character
can come alive. Already there are enough stunning drawings by RK Laxman in
existence that could make the exhibits compelling.
RK
Narayan had an abiding influence on me, of course apart from his highly popular
TV serial Malgudi days. I started
reading seriously only after I had crossed twenty five (previously mostly into
comics or encyclopedias), and RK was one of the earliest as he was easy to
read. Also, the Sahitya Akademi library (delhi) had a huge collection of RK’s
books. In a month or two I finished most of his books, and promptly decided I
should be a writer!! Quite akin to some of his impetuous characters that he so
charmingly created. In a way it’s a tribute to RK Narayan (or an insult, as you
may look at it). Over the years I seem to have lost the innocence, and
understand writing is a much difficult process, also in the meanwhile RK’s
writings were also being criticized by people who should know better. These
puzzled me a lot. As I start to get the grip of things I do understand some
serious lacunae in the world of Malgudi. But then it isn’t a reality and is only
a fictional microcosm of Indian life. Surely it is the writer’s prerogative to
write on what he is comfortable in. Malgudi stands the test of time, and so
does RK Narayan as a fiction writer. I need to stress ‘fiction writer’ since
some his essays and views I find elitist and amazingly out of place. Well you
cannot blame him when your friend circle includes MN Srinivas (who apart from
other things even put forth, with much seriousness, that people from higher
strata should be paid to stay with people of lower section, as a practical step
towards social amalgamation!! If I recall this interview came in Frontline, long time back).
Mysuru
(thankfully Mysore is out, apologies to RK) is a great place to live, quieter
and laid back, it goes with my temperament. I sincerely hope they don’t ruin it
like they have done to Bangalore (which is now development junkyard, that surely
is a huge effort from what was once a garden city), though signs are ominous
with homo sapiens reproducing at alarming rate and market pushing from
development. You can cycle around the Mysuru city without facing much pollution
or traffic issues, overwhelming section is sensitive to surrounding. Three to
four kms from where I stay is agriculture land, where things are as it is for
centuries with Kaveri river in the back drop and web of canals and water bodies.
It is a paradise of wildlife, very few cities can claim of bird sanctuary. Located right on the tip of Western Ghats Mysuru
is enchantingly close to wildlife, so much so that you get tales of leopards
and wild elephants, sometimes right in the centre of the town. It is straight
out of RK Narayan’s plot!!
Mysuru
also has history of valuing excellence, few names of people who have spent substantial
part of their life in Mysuru will help to get the context. Former President Sarvepalli
Radhakrishan taught in University of Mysore (his birth anniversary is observed
as Teacher’s Day), M Visvesvaraya an engineer whose contribution is such that
he is even referred to as ‘father of mysuru’ (his birth anniversary is observed
as Engineer’s Day). Other names includes, the list is long and I am including
only few, Kuvempu, Raja Ramanna, HY Sharada Prasad, RK Laxman, Narayanamurthy so on.
Mysuru over the years has become quite an attraction for yoga practitioners.
Pattabhi Jois and BKS Iyengar are the names that have connections to Mysuru. For
a small town (it’s difficult to call Mysuru even a city) that is quite remarkable.
There
is a restaurant named Malgudi in Mysuru, with sketches from RK’s fictions on
the wall, quite a charming effort but I find it too congested for my liking. So
I skip it. I prefer breakfast in a laid back place with not many people around
or much chattering, it can be quite distressing. They should give me my three
idlis or oil less masala dosha with potatoes mashed into small chunks and hot piping coffee, and forget me for next
an hour or so, and I read an agreeable newspaper column that should make me
think. Its how the day begins, nobody is rushing anywhere.