Narcopolis - Jeet Thayil
Mesmerizing and deeply moving. Jeet Thayil takes you on a ride through the suburban Bombay of late 70's. The story begins and ends with Bombay, the city dreaming troubled dreams, a pile of inexhaustible accumulation of small defeats. A story of Opium with hijras, pimps and fucked up opiates who caress it. His vivid description of Rashid's opium khana, the smoke, the procedure of making opium as if its a religious duty and later how the introduction of heroin made things bad make the story a wonderful read. Puts u on a dream, a hallucination, makes you feel like you are there right next to Dimple, the hijra, Rumi, the friend, Bengali, the care taker and the author himself.. waiting for your turn to have a drag at the pipe... to cloud Rashid Bhai.s khana with thick smoke.. to laugh for no reason...to talk about importance and unimportance of religion...to walk on Shuklaji Street which extends till Bombay central, crowded with paan wallas, drug traffickers, pimps, sluts and opiates...to have a look at the brothel numbered 007 and smile.. to smile for one last time before this hallucination gets over. Reluctantly acknowledging the story has come to an end.
-Nisanth Thomas
(nisanththomas@gmail.com)
Mesmerizing and deeply moving. Jeet Thayil takes you on a ride through the suburban Bombay of late 70's. The story begins and ends with Bombay, the city dreaming troubled dreams, a pile of inexhaustible accumulation of small defeats. A story of Opium with hijras, pimps and fucked up opiates who caress it. His vivid description of Rashid's opium khana, the smoke, the procedure of making opium as if its a religious duty and later how the introduction of heroin made things bad make the story a wonderful read. Puts u on a dream, a hallucination, makes you feel like you are there right next to Dimple, the hijra, Rumi, the friend, Bengali, the care taker and the author himself.. waiting for your turn to have a drag at the pipe... to cloud Rashid Bhai.s khana with thick smoke.. to laugh for no reason...to talk about importance and unimportance of religion...to walk on Shuklaji Street which extends till Bombay central, crowded with paan wallas, drug traffickers, pimps, sluts and opiates...to have a look at the brothel numbered 007 and smile.. to smile for one last time before this hallucination gets over. Reluctantly acknowledging the story has come to an end.
-Nisanth Thomas
(nisanththomas@gmail.com)