There is a quaint charm about the
books of R.K. Narayan, like the languid grace of late summer afternoons. There
is no urge to spell out the minutiae of the plot, no kid-gloved treatment of
readers by letting them into every detail, including the color of the
characters’ iris. There are no otherworldly characters with vaunted virtues or revolting
vileness. Narayan’s characters are all simple human beings, persons we come
across every day at work, on the road, in public transports, or at the
cafeteria. The characters are so natural to the point of making you feel like
one of them. Again, there is no fairy-tale like fantasy in the plots. The
storyline is - to borrow the comparison by some writer that I vaguely remember
- like lifting the curtain from a stage where the events are already going on,
observing it without any judgement and then gently letting the curtain fall.
Unlike most of the contemporary
Indian authors, many of whose works I nearly ended up flinging through the
window, the Indian masters of yore had a sense of simplicity and sincerity in their
writings. If I say that RKN is chief among them, not many would contest my
point.
This book by Narayan is an
absolute delight. Dwelling into the transformation of a young, easy-going
college student into a man of serious disposition, the joys, aspirations,
dreams, the inevitable heartbreak and revival of hope that all stud this period
of transformation are well narrated in a manner only RKN can.
Chandran is the son of doting
parents and elder brother to an adoring young boy. In his final year in college,
Chandran has little to care about in life, except his college History
Association meetings and, later, his final year exams. A life of comfort, simple
joys and routine dreams promises to get better when he meets, no, sees a young
girl during one of his evening strolls by the river. Smitten by the girl, even
whose name he is not aware of, Chandran relishes all the dreams of youth, only
to be rudely awakened by the challenges and customs that marked the Indian
societies in that period. Did Chandran marry the girl of his dreams? Did he get
to make a mark for himself and settle in life? What did it take to turn that
carefree young man into a mature adult? Read the book for answers.
There are more than a dozen books
of R.K. Narayan in my shelf now. Each book evokes in me a different sensation.
Some books make me smile, some stir in me a sense of mischief, some give me
peace, some cause sadness, some fill me with hope and some stoke all these
emotions at once. ‘The Bachelor of Arts’ is one such book laced with the
trademark subtle humor of R.K. Narayan, mixed with a tinge of sadness that
lurks in the background like the ever-present nose in front of our eyes.
If you like books that deal with the
intricacies of human nature, with all the pleasures and frailties that make us stand
high above all other creatures on this planet, then ‘The Bachelor of Arts’ is a
book that you MUST experience!
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