Sadhu Kalach(n)ad Samagra

 Some innocent mischiefs, a little bit of good fortune and a huge lot of imagination - this seems to be the apt description of the adventures of Sadhu Kalach(n)ad. With a slightly long prelude Sadhu Kalach(n)ad Katha by Kinnar Ray, the volume contains pages of fun, entertainment and humour without a trace of malice. With his acute common sense, an honest heart and an eye for opportunity, this precursor of Tenida and with slightly behavioural resemblance to Pagla Dashu, Kalach(n)ad is yet another classic addition to the hall of fame of Bengali literature. I distinctly remember reading one of his exploits at a very young age, that was contained in a collection of several short stories including Satyajit Ray's Khagam but after that this character had disappeared into the oblivion. infact i did not remember the story also very well but when I chanced across the title in the booklist at the Book Fair, I did not loose an instant but to get hold of it after a bit of searching among the stock. This wonderful collection contains

• Sadhu Kalach(n)ad
• Sadhu Kalach(n)ader Palakeertan
• Sadhu Kalach(n)ader Natun Kaaj
• Sadhu Kalach(n)ader Future
• Sadhu Kalach(n)ader Falao Karbar
• Sadhu Kalach(n)ader Medineepuran
• Jungle Liner Nanasahe
• Cashier Kalach(n)ad
• Tutor Kalach(n)ad
• Spy Guy
• Babar Badshar Ghash
• Mahakasher Dhulo

The uniqueness of Kalach(n)ad is that he mixes himself in not only his village episodes that contains his encouter with the supernaturals, but his exploits also spans over the country and serves in the wars. Though the stories are chronologically arranged, but each story contains a summary of the previous episodes which though seems a bit monotonous as each chapter proceeds but is apt if the reader tries to enjoy the stories at random without feeling out of context. This charming compilation is sure to etch pleasant memories in the minds of its readers.

The Dark Room

As the back cover so succinctly puts it, the poignant tale of the housewife tormented by the indifferent husband could not have been better told. The pathos of an Indian lady, single-handedly caring for the house and its inhabitants with a husband who feels that being the earning member justifies in his every action, is etched in a steady pace along the chapters. With his characteristic humour and the keen eye to the social structure, Narayan seems to excel himself in this anecdote as he brings out the reality with which the opposite sex is so often treated so easily. Mothering three children and keeping a sound belief in her husband, the lady of the house is stunned when she finds herself betrayed of her faith. As frustration piles up, she is forced to leave the house but the love and affection for her children seemed to get the better of her. The author sketches the sorrow of the housewife and the hollow pride of the upper caste and highlights it by the stark contrast of the lower strata of the society that reveals a more human nature. The tale is another reminiscent of the day to day events that is pictured perfectly with the realistic touch.

Goenda Gargi Samagra (1)

As far as my understanding goes from the short introduction at the back cover of the book it tries to draw parallel with the likes of Byomkesh and Feluda and apparently infers that the sleuth in Gargi had attracted the inquisitive attention of the Bengali readers.

True, it surely attracts attention, but not for its appeal as a mystery story but for the lack of it. I've read Gargi for the young readers and had been inspired by it to buy this one. But it had been a serious mistake. The three stories, viz. Irshar Sabuj Chokh, Bohe Bish Batash and Holud Khamer Rahasya may be ranked as good in the reverse order. This ranking may summarise why the stories could not be as gripping. The concluding one of the volume is the shortest and just by virtue of its length, the gripping tension will keep the readers focussed on the plot. The other two have used a host of characters and several interlacing themes but the way these are introduced just make the story lengthy and takes out any juice in the mystery. The pace have always been fast, infact too fast for the suspense to gather the right momentum and thus the climax is always so unrealistic, borrowing the good old Feluda theme of a meeting will all the characters but without the life in it. Each story had the content of a suspense drama and the characters so similar to those of a Sankar novel but again what is missing, is the reality!

Often the author has mentioned the sharp intellect of Gargi, her acute sense of observations, her skill in identifying the rationale, her ingenuity in analysis but this could have been more subtly highlighted rather mentioned. Emotions run high at certain parts but these dry up the next instant. Criminals are unmasked but only limited words are used to describe their reactions. The spouse of a  murdered victim gets married within a short while. The MD of a busy company finds time to do sleuthing equally efficiently as the business. Add to this is the unique spellings that the print use. With an overabundance of illicit relationships, the stories seem to repeat motives over and over again. Thus each story could have been made more compact without elaborations in parts.

My recommendation is read at its own risk!

Rusty Goes to London

After going through the Vagrants in the Valley, it was an automatic choice that I follow Rusty to London and back. The book which sketches the making of a writer in the young Rusty is filled with the easy paced humour laced anecdotes that not only refreshes the spirits but lifts it too. As the young Rusty tries to earn a living as a writer he is faced with a myriad of adventures including meeting the ghost of Kipling and Sherlock Holmes in person! He is first given shelter by his relatives but curiously he feels more at home with persons coming from India and other parts of Asia. But this does not keep him facing strange incidents, once in a Chinese restaurant and another time at his residence celebrating a Calypso Christmas with a strange bunch of friends and friends of friends. But it was only obvious that he return to the hills of Dehra and tries his fortune at the place where he actually belong. So Rusty severed his ties with the land he thinks is foreign and traces his path back. Once in Dehra he is again drawn to the magical beauty not only of the town but also of the people. The town also never fails to delight him with its assortments of 'nuts', a circus from which a tiger escapes, visions of his loving father, a princess and her incredible mother. The narratives here contain some mature contents but believe me the way it has been presented not only shows the ingenuity of the author but also will bring nothing short of a smile to your lips. The sheer enjoyment of reading the chapters will enthral the readers and once it is finished they will long for more. It is very noble of Puffin that the series has been chronologically ordered for the very first time but I feel that a reader does not need to start from the first to enjoy the appeal. Another notable aspect of the book is illustrations by Kallol Majumder which makes reading more and more appealing.

Spider's Web

Based on the play of Christie, Spider's Web is an interesting murder mystery novelised by Charles Osborne. Owing to its source, the settings of the narrative makes it less a novel than a multi act play. But with that too, the story is full of suspense interspersed with humour - the original being categorized aptly in the tailpiece as a comedy-thriller - with a signature Christie twist at the climax. It all starts when the wife of a Government official, stumbles upon a body, clearly the victim of a murder, in their library. The man is found to be a sleazy drug dealer and an womanizer, intenseley loathed by her step daughter. To protect the immediate suspect, the daughter of her husband, she tries to take the help of three of her visitors in dumping off the body and concocts a story to support their alibi. But before being able to carry out the part, a mysterious caller informs the police about the murder. As the police arrives and holds an inquest, the situation becomes more confused as each tries to make a story of their own. It becomes more complicated as the body seems to vanish as the medical officer arrives. The house itself, filled with camouflaged passages and furnitures with secret recesses, makes the investigation still more complex. Added to this is the absence of any apparent motive. The backdrop thus set the suspense is heightened and it remains upon the innocents to prove what is wrong and which is right. A very enthralling mystery where the web is woven with care it remains a refreshing read by virtue of its unique style of storytelling.

Lubdhak

Of all the Nabarun Bhattacharya's works that I've read this is by far the best. This is just poetry phrased as a narrative. Depicting the magic realism where dogs are being butchered by men, it just mirrors the suffering of the oppressed class by the whims of the oppressors. In this when hopes seem to be vanish, the sufferers always find someone who guides them from misery.

At that point a strange bond unites them that washes away differences and there arises a silent revolution whose might is feared by the powerful. As Doomsday approaches in its steady steps, it is only the ruthless that is punished. The author has painted the reality with his signature style of analogies that is unique indeed. Interestingly this will inspire hope in the hearts of the confused and the lonely. Though the mind may be numbed but the conscience will be clearer as the readers reach the closing pages.

Kolkatar Shaitan

Himanish Goswami's sleuth stories featuring Kittu in the forefront and the actual brains Baghakaka, in the shadows had been my favourite in my younger days. So when I found this relic among the bright covers in the Bookfair I lost no time but bought it at a price that also was reminiscent of slightly older days. But it was a bit disappointing to find that these stories, meant not for young, could not come up to the mark. The first story bearing the title of the book Kolkatar Shaitan was more of an adventure than a proper mystery while the other Khaturiar Jibanabasan had the ingredients and really fooled me with an obvious clue but lacked enthusiasm and it was only Supriyapishi's refreshing snippets that proved to be the highlights in both the narratives.

Goenda Gayeb

The justification of the title is apparent only slightly as the reader goes thru the 1st but the climax in the 2nd really bears a link to the same. That the book contains a couple story is in itself a surprise and the later one is really more interesting than the other. Unforutunately, there is no new title to the later story and thus we have to refer to them as first and second only!

In the first Sunanda, with his band of young adventurers solves the crime somewhat stumbling on the clues, but in the second, his deductions are more like professionals. Also the second one contains a very interesting episode, where it explains the events following one of the earlier stories, whose conclusion posed to the readers several questions as to the fate of the young detective. Infact as I read the story, I started to remember the same from the pages of Anandamela which first introduced me to the young sleuth.

Coming back to the main storylines, the first introduces the plot but finally the motives of the murders remains unexplained. Contrastingly, the other one is more interesting and though the band of detectives is not present, but Sunanda cleverly directs his own investigations with his unsuspecting companion in the correct path.

In both, help comes from the officials during unexpected yet welcome moments and the emotions of the boy detective in distress is very realistically revealed in the final story. Devoid of cell phones and other modern modes of communications, these charming old world scenario make these adventures more exciting.

Jabar Baro

This particular collection of Ray's dozen stories seems a bit disappointing as though it contains one of the most varied collections ranging from some of his short stories, punched with some of Tarineekhuro's narratives, culminating in the traditional style with a Feluda story and also containing, for the first time, a play and a couple of vernacular translations of Ray's english stories, but it lacks the regular Ray charm. Though Tarineekhuro returns in style with Mahim Sanyaler Ghatana, Ganatkat Tarineekhuro and Galpabolie Tarineekhuro, the twists progressing more unpredictably and enjoyably more than before but curiously Sakuntalar Kantahar lacks the characteristic Feluda wit and the Ray humour. The translations, courtesy Sreemati Bijaya Ray, titled Puraskar and Barnandha, matching in their theme and another very interesting aspect that the characters are nameless, but they are contrastingly enjoyable and gloomy respectively. Haaui is a refreshing play and as far as I can place it, this is an adaptation of one of the author's own short stories. Shilpi and Pratikriti are again thematically similar but while the first has a delightful twist the later is abrupt and disappointing. Abhiram begins with a promise of suspense augmented by its illustrations but the climax is almost totally predictable. But the best of the collection is Mrigankababur Ghatana which borders sci-fi and will be remembered by the readers for its classic blend of psychology, suspense and the signature twist which again reminds us of the master story teller. Brajaburo reflects another socio-psychological aspect which is enjoyable as a story and reveals the stark truth of loneliness.

So though it is a collector's item for completing the Ray works but some of the narratives are far from the average as far as the author is concerned. So readers may shop for it but might as well keep their expectations a few octaves low. The illustrations are though not all by the author but the others has done justice to the stories. These are at par will the original style of the author.

Swayang Professor Shonku

The compilations contain three of Shonku's two very interesting adventures and one story of invention that takes an unpredictable turn. Compu, among other things, serves as a reminder to the tech dependent human civilization in the same way that Asimov did in numerous occasions that shows us how smart machines may evolve in the most undesirable fashions possible when the inventors' control is taken up by the intelligence that is infused. That this aspect of the computer dominated society could have been foreseen by Ray in so early a time when the processors were just inching its way in the country, once more tells us about the visionary in him. This story is sandwiched between two full fledged adventures Munroe Dwiper Rahasya and Ekshringa Abhijan where Shonku teams up with other explorers to quest for the strangest whose charm seemed to appeal to me more than when I enjoyed in my younger days. In one the voyage is to a pirate's cove for the trail of the cure-all and the other is for the search of the most beautiful monastery, the Unicorns and the art of flying. The former is primarily a tragedy where a dangerous truth is uncovered while the rationale of the other is nicely explained more by the artist in Ray than by the scientist in the protagonist. Three of Shonku's recurring associates feature here viz., Saunders, Kroll and the most unscientific Abinashbabu who balances the wit of the story. The book is also a contrast to the series in the sense that discovery has the lion's share than inventions.

Selam Professor Shonku

I had always been an ardent collector of Ray's works. But the collection, published posthumously, had quite some oddities in store. Not because it contained the incomplete Intelectron where Nakurbabu would have starred promisingly as well as Drexel Islander Ghatana but for some other facts. Infact the incomplete works will be cherished forever but for the fact that the final one conflicts with Prof. Shonku's own note in Swarnaparni about the actual date of his birth. The later and Don Cristobaldyr Bhabisyatbani had been the best of the collection where his friend Saunders played a very vital role in both. Also it's very much apparent that Ray condemned Hitler's obsession as was apparent from it as well as from Shonku o Frankestein where the discovery of the scientist of the famous classic has been given a new life. The stories also feature a philosophical Ray where afterlife, rebirth, power of mind over matter, nostalgia seems to hover very similarly as Sukumar Ray's final verses. But disappointment accompanies the starter Nefrudeter Samadhi and Dr. Danielir Aviskar, the later sharing the plot of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, both of which starts with Ray style but completes abruptly, so unlike Ray without the signature finishing twist. The illustrations are mix of Ray's orginals with that of Sameer Sarkar though marked difference of the styles being prominent but both complements the other well.

Mahasankate Shonku

I've often marvelled at the choice of the title that Ray chooses for his which aptly summarises the compilation in a book and serves as an illustration of the very popular but quite complicated essay that almost every student faces - explain how the title justifies what follows! Thus it was turn for the master professor to be faced under dire circumstances in three different scenarios that starts with a curious case of a damaging impersonation in Innsbruk titled Shonkur Shanir Dosha, continues with his three friends as they explore the mysterious alleways of alchemy in Shonkur Subarna Sujog - another apt double description of what follows and finally concludes with the dangerous and eerie Hipnogen in Norway where help comes from the most unexpected quarter.

As always the Ray charm was as green as ever but there were some interesting facts that I unearthed this time. The 1st of them is a confusing event that after getting invitation from a foreign land, Prof. Shonku could start on the journey in five days - is it that in the 70s the visa processed so quickly? This is more probable as I haven't come across a Ray composition compromising in details. The 2nd is that in the concluding episode there had been references of Odin and Thor and they had been correctly described as Greek Gods. But as I knew that Thor was the son of Odin, maybe this needs clarification as I cannot imagine that Shonku, and actually Ray who had always educated us with short explanations of even the mundane, never expressing this thought. The 3rd and the 4th which just came to me were Ray's appeal to Conan Doyle novel as the climax of Hipnogen bears a slight resemblance to that of "The Black Panther" and the protgonist professor is again a Bengali compliment to the fierce Challenger, the similarity being in their confidence in science and their love of adventure.

The Mystery of the Shrinking House

When I had bought the book, the queerness of the title attracted me though the strangeness vanished very quickly going thru the first few chapters but when I again read through this time, it seemed to appeal in a rather different way. The central plot revolves round the twenty paintings of a late artist whcih suddenly seems to become valuable after he had passed away. As his final possessions change hands, Uncle Titus playing a  major role in that, the three investigators are called to trace the same by a distant relative of the artist. Though most of them are traced but the painting seemed elusive. It seemed to catch hold of the attention of several queer persons, one of them possessing a live leopard too, the second appeal to me from its title page. Infact several twists in the final pages also takes the breath away which though becomes a bit repeated but is still exciting. But not only for the story but for its old world charm that it seemed to attract me once more. That nostalgic feeling of the young, when the mind seeks adventure, this again brought back the fun memories of childhood.