I am a Regular at the Annual Land Mark Sale every year. Browsing the shelves of the well-stocked bookstore, I got hold of this odd looking title – Chai, chai.
I grabbed this book for two reasons.
q Being a Wannabe travel writer, I am desperate to get tips on travel writing.
q Itarsi as a station fascinated me during my travels to Allahabad for 4 Years during my college days. (The same place where the writer got his idea to pen this book).
Bishwanath has chosen a cool theme to start his journey as a travel writer. Does he tell us a story that is at once convincing, likeable, and riveting? The book starts off well and held Interest for me during the author’s visit to Mughalsarai. Thereafter the visits and narrations become predictable. The author loses us the moment he walks out of the station and starts off on his aimless wander. The dialogues with every by passer shows the author’s desperateness in trying to build a story to read.
His penchant for Whisky and small talk is some thing that keeps the story going, but fails to keep us engaged with the story. The Journalist in him treat each occasions independently and he reports occasions rather than weaving a story.
Overall I liked reading the book more for the theme and familiarity of the places and not so much for the content and continuity. The Book brought back old memories of train travels, Itarsi’s famous Bread and Omelet, Conversations with a varied cross section of travelers, and of course chai and our endless pursuit of a Quarter every time the Train Stops in a remote station.
I would have loved calling the book – Whisky and Vada pav. Full Credits to Bishwanath for showing the way to fulfilling one’s desire to write.