tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082470.post4363302077310157171..comments2024-03-26T17:11:09.856+05:30Comments on The Middle Stage: On the Auto-rickshaw Drivers of BombayChandrahashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07483080477755487202noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082470.post-44437409612636251412010-12-07T15:43:53.820+05:302010-12-07T15:43:53.820+05:30What a lovely piece. This essay confirms Chandraha...What a lovely piece. This essay confirms Chandrahas’s growing stature as the one of the best young Indian writers in English. The rickshaw drivers in most Indian cities are despised by their passengers – in Bangalore, for instance groups on Facebook routinely call for observing ‘ban the rickshaw today’ days, and it takes great empathy to sympathize with their lot. Chandrahas manages to do this very well, and the ‘literariness’ of the piece nicely complements the human interest aspect of the story: not only did I love the humor in the story, I also enjoyed the dialogues: each of them conveying not only a sense of who the drivers are, but also creating in our minds a view of the city. <br /><br />Great going, Chandrahas – keep it up!<br /><br />regards,<br />Bhushan.<br /><br />PS: I am sure every passenger in Mumbai has a story to narrate about the autorickshaw drivers. I have several, but will pick this one: in 2000, a sat behind open-mouthed as the rickshaw driver explained the different types of capacitors and their functions in various devices. The driver was a ITI pass-out and in his spare time helped his brother (who was an auto rickshaw driver).Bhushan Y. Nigalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03147726937851851239noreply@blogger.com