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Letter from Stanford University – On The Delhi Walla Books

Big City Solitude

A US-based scholar introduces The Delhi Walla’s books.

[By Gaurav Sood; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

In Delhi, one is surrounded by history, but oblivious of it.

Worn stone and brick arches with peeling MCD (Municipal Council of Delhi) plaster, whitewashed either white or the color of basic clay pots, soot blackened and carrying crudely carved avocations of love, appear suddenly across noisy traffic filled roads, but don’t jolt one into reverie about the world that once was. Overgrown crumbling fragments of monuments in roundabouts seem disconnected, and undistinguished.

Part of the obliviousness to culture stems from the fact that Delhi is a city of immigrants, as author William Dalrymple states somewhere. Immigrants not only lack that generational connection that people have to a city’s monuments, they are often also committed to establishing their own culture than embracing what was there before. And then many of those who came in after the Indian Partition, living in tents for years, found themselves too busy with necessities of life, and subsequently establishing and reinforcing their own (financial) roots. Countless number of poor laborers, middle class professionals, alike, who have immigrated to Delhi since then, share the same drive, and the same blindness to history around them.

This city is a backdrop of the daily hustle to carve out a living. Monuments are either to be ignored or to be forcefully enjoyed, loud praise barely enough at hiding disappointment. These forlorn palaces, forts, and landmarks, eviscerated remorselessly of their jewels and glory by the British and Indians alike, uncared for by poorly funded and corrupt ASI (Archaeological Survey of India), need a somberness of mood and mind, a willingness to step back and fill in the melancholy silences evoked by neglect, and commonness. These monuments need time, and care.

The Delhi Walla attempts to capture these moments, more than the monuments. He often partially succeeds. His achievement however is greater than sum of its parts. In a slow progression of hasty glimpses, he seems to be instilling in us the ability to look, and to look past the deficiencies, into the past, and into ourselves.

From worn monuments to worn out people, The Delhi Walla redeems. In a society so split by class, ‘Mission Delhi’, perhaps, gives many a new capacity to look at each other as human beings.

Given the achievement, it is all the more galling that many a times the writing on The Delhi Walla is forgettable – words are ill-chosen, thoughts left marooned in a grammarless sea, and glimpses of wit and style never nourished to full health. This isn’t calumny but fact. And it is as much our loss as his that the writer doesn’t have the time. Good writing above all needs time; time allows for reflection about what we want to convey and how.

While The Delhi Walla wouldn’t have come about without its author, some of the interest in Delhi’s history and culture is a result of sociological forces gathering pace in a post-liberalization India. The Delhi Walla has found an audience in the expatriates, some of the ‘youth’ who finally have the time and money and nouveau middle class energies and sensibilities bred partly on Western media, to seek higher culture than saas bahu dramas, and more generally a people beginning to create and form identities, less based on family than on cultural consumption, which are so essential to modern capitalism. Culture is being commoditized finally, by Indians. This in itself is a welcome relief from genuine doubts about whether we had a culture to speak of.

For those who take pleasure in reading The Delhi Walla’s substantive account of life in this metropolis, there is a reason to celebrate. This fall, a series of four books by him continue the conversation about Delhi’s history and culture that the author has done much to start again and sustain. I look forward to ordering my hard copies.

2 thoughts on “Letter from Stanford University – On The Delhi Walla Books

  1. Grammar less sea, ill chosen words, thoughts left marooned, undernourished wit….this guy hates you, how much did you pay him?

  2. Sorry dude, I did not mean that literally
    (of-course, as I’m no troll)…just making up for your undernourished wit

    P.S.
    And I never could lay hands on ‘Ruined By Reading’, Insha’Allah..your four-pack will find it’s way to the bookshelf soon!

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