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Charpoy Tales


Jug Suraiya

BEWARE FALLING COCONUTS
By Adam Clapham
Rupa & Co., New Delhi, 2007, pp. 271, Rs. 295.00

VOLUME XXXI NUMBER 7 July 2007

Robert Clive is said to have ‘gone native’ in India, sitting on a charpoy, puffing a hookah, dusky ‘bibi’ by his side, watch-ing the fascinating, multifarious world of the subcontinent go by, so much more vivid and intense than the cold, drear monochromatic little island that he came from. Clive was, of course, a robber baron and a proto-imperialist, a ‘savage old Nabob with... a bad liver, and a worse heart’, as Macaulay, no slouch at empire-building himself, was to call him.   But Clive has had benign avatars in latter-day Englishmen who, having come to do a job of work in the erstwhile Jewel in the Crown, have fallen under its Circe-like spell and elected to stay on, lounging on metaphorical charpoys, to watch the passing show, the cavalcade of lively contradictions that is India: vulgar wealth and grinding poverty; politicians so full of pious pomposity that it’s a wonder they don’t float up and away like hot air balloons; the round-eyed ingenuity of illiterate village folk that masks an educated canniness which would do a PhD in Political Science proud and which is made painfully evident to smug candidates on election day; ambling cattle and occasional elephants and camels negotiating right of way on anarchic roads with Marutis and BMWs and Bajaj scooters in a graphic representation of how the world’s most populous democracy works; the ubiquitous street dog, enduring symbol of survival against all odds, lifting an irreverent leg against a streetlamp, temporarily out of order thanks to a power cut.   India is street theatre like no other in the world. And it has commanded a dedicated audience of sahibs, from Clive on to Mark Tully of BBC fame. Like Sir Mark, Adam Clapham is an ex-BBC hand who worked in India during, as Tully’s Foreword says, ‘a unique period in the history of global media, a period in which a foreign broadcaster became more important than a domestic broadcaster, with far more powerful signals and more extensive coverage.’   Though the title of the book has been borrowed from an outdoor signboard in a Sri Lankan hotel which gave rise to a philosophical train of thought (‘In India, over... 12,000 million coconuts are harvested each year. And many of its ten crore inhabitants live beneath coconut trees. That suggests quite a lot of fractured skulls. But... this is not the case. Why not? The Indian ...


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