In This Life Of Raging On

All lives are finally the stories we tell about them, says the inc­andescent Zahra Irani, somewhere in the beginning of Chandrahas Choudhury바카라�s qui­rky and well-crafted novel, Clouds. As the novel plays out, primarily in Mumbai and partly in Bhubaneswar, ploughing through the personal and political, myth and the mundane, primordial and the peripheral, there is a happy collision. Of lives and the stories they tell.

Farhad Billimoria, 42-year-old divor­ced psychotherapist, is waiting to break free from his 바카라�celibate and roman­celess바카라� exile as he prepares to relocate to the US. But just days before his flight to San Francisco, where he hopes to soak in the sky above and skin below, chance enc­ounters with two formidable, feisty women sublimate his Billimorrhic self.

As a foil to Farhad or perhaps as a kindred lost soul in Mumbai is Rabi, the young tribal caretaker to an aged Brahmin Oriya couple. Rabi and his people worship the Cloud Mountain, whose existence is threatened by a bauxite mining company. Unspokenly, the Niyamgiri movement looms large here. As the tribals, rooted in their beliefs but confounded by the future, grapple with uncertainties, they find an unlikely saviour바카라�the maverick filmmaker Bhagaban, who has taken up their cause and, in furtherance, is fighting an election in the hinterland of Orissa.

Rabi, Bhagaban바카라�s shadow, soul brother and next-in-line flag-bearer of the cause, is tasked with looking after Bhagaban바카라�s parents in Mumbai, while his beloved 바카라�Bhai바카라� plunges into poll campaign. Rabi struggles to keep up with sanity and sleep, taking care of the elderly couple: the convalescing Eeja, who slips between reality and reverie, and Ooi, whose faith in the round-eyed Lord Jagannath and son Bhagaban is unshakeable. Uprooted and alone in a friendless city, the three wait impatiently for Bhagaban and their return home, all the while searching for Bhubaneswar in Mumbai.

The cloud holds sway through the novel, taking amorphous shapes as allegory, as tool in Farhad바카라�s therapy, as afterlife or simply as a rain-bearing form that begs an upward glance as it darkens Mumbai바카라�s skies. Farhad바카라�s angst is at its cloudiest self when the novel begins. Loveless and sexless, the desolate dikra finds his life recalibrate after he meets the irresistible Zahra and later the probing academic, Hemlata. As he puts it, 바카라�all the sex came from Zahra and all the text from Hemlata바카라�. And then, what바카라�s a man without his wheels? So you have Farhad바카라�s trusty Zelda, a Maruti 800, perhaps the only 바카라�woman바카라� he바카라�s sure of?

As the serio-comic tale of Farhad-Zahra-Hemlata meanders through cafes, Navjotes and beachfront protests, one gets more than just a glimpse of Mumbai. The city is the canvas that holds this diptych of a narrative. It바카라�s where Farhad and Rabi, characters as sleepless as the city, unwittingly discover themselves, even as their stories float on two parallel clouds, not intersecting each other but drawing strength from the other. Yet the one carrying Rabi is denser, darker and more layered. As the lives of the tribal and his aged wards get yoked together, their bel­ief systems too strangely converge.

Rabi, the anointed crier of his tribe, reasons with Ooi why humans must cry: 바카라�One cries so that the thread of compassion that binds man to the living beings around him never breaks. Because when man loses that invisible thread, he bec­omes less, and not more, of a man.바카라� And so as Farhad finds his man-ness, Rabi finds it 바카라�liberating not to be a tribal carrying the yoke of his cause, only a human being carrying the flag of his self바카라�.

This is Choudhury바카라�s second outing as novelist. His first, Arzee the Dwarf (2009), follows the eponymous hero바카라�s dream and angst, of living and longing in the big city. With Clouds, it has been an upward trajectory in Choudhury바카라�s craft and canvas. There are some evocative passages in the novel, like Bhagaban바카라�s simplistic exposition on democracy, Eeja바카라�s questioning of the 바카라�ism바카라� in Hinduism, but most of all, Rabi바카라�s retelling of the fable of the 바카라�Clo­u­d­maker바카라� and his self-actualisation as he walks the length and breadth of the city.

If the cloud people바카라�s plight is redolent of the Niyamgiri movement, real-life people make an appearance too. Like writer Amitav Ghosh at a book reading, where Parsi takes on Parsi in a comical, verbal joust. And, hold on, there바카라�s Nar­endra Modi too, not yet in his NaMo-fied avatar but ebullient still as then chief minister of Gujarat addressing a Parsi convention. As Rabi says, 바카라�The mountain, like life, has only a few flat places. The rest is all uphill or downhill, and man must keep his balance as best as he can.바카라� Clouds, the novel, keeps a fine balance.