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Neerja Raman is a writer, researcher and a much sought-after grandma. She says, everything she learned about learning she learned from her father:
My father told bedtime stories with a glint in his eye that belied the grin on his face. When he stopped, we chorused, “and the moral of the story is…. greed leads to grief, ego leads to fall, fighting leads to loss...” and so on. But not always. One story he loved to confound us with is Two Cats. It goes something like this:
A big cat saw a little cat chasing its tail and asked, “Why are you chasing your tail so?”
“I have heard that the best thing for a cat is happiness, and that happiness is in my tail. Therefore, I am chasing my tail and when I catch it, I will have happiness.”
Said the old cat, “My child, I too have paid attention to the problems of the universe. I too have judged that happiness is in my tail. But I have noticed that when I chase my tail, it runs away from me and when I go about my business, it just seems to come after me wherever I go.”
At that time, I thought I was the little cat. I grew up and then I was the big cat. Now, I am both cats, sometimes at the same moment in time. Or maybe there is more than one moral in the story?
I am a research scientist. I started programming when software was being invented. I loved writing code: it is logical, definitive, purposeful. If it doesn’t work, you fix it- machines don’t care. So much like my childhood when I knew good from bad, right from wrong. I loved my job. I lived a in a world I understood. I got paid. Handsomely. When I became a manager (no coding, all talking) I found to my dismay that people are nothing like machines. I stumbled in my job till I remembered the story of the two cats. That is when I started writing. Not Cobol or C++ but English. At first, I wrote technical stuff – it is halfway between man and machine after all.
Now I research social issues. So, I write fiction. Stories that masquerade as essays, memoirs that are fiction and just plain old stuff I wake up with. If I can write stories of hope in the face of hurt, shine some light where it is dark, laugh in the hour of sorrow and escape from the mundane … if… if...the list is long. I especially want to give voice to all the good in the world to help me face the news onslaught about racism, fanaticism, intolerance. I hope one day I may catalyze a dialog about our differences. I hope we can be on the same side even if we don’t share religion, race or class. I want to write about bad people doing good and good people doing bad. And I want to entertain so someone will read what I write.
Because really, if I don’ make a story of it who will read it?
And like the story of Two Cats, novels hold truths that history books don't. So, The House on East Canal Road, with its backdrop of colonial conflict, peopled with characters of different ages, does not stereotype so we may move forward together.
“An evocative, well-imagined portrayal of late-colonial India through one family’s eyes.”
– Kirkus Reviews
Generations of an Indian family confront personal and political challenges.
In this historical novel, Raman, whose last book was Moments in Transition(2018), follows the Chand family from 1905, when their hometown of Dehradun, along with the rest of India, is firmly under British control, through 1947, when Partition and independence bring a new era to the country. Kishan Chand Das, proprietor of a successful engineering firm, is optimistic in the book’s opening pages, but when his wife dies giving birth to their fourth son, he spirals into depression. With help from his friend and a spiritual retreat, Kishan gets back on track, and he also develops a new commitment to the independence movement. Kishan marries his son Ishaan to Leela, the infant daughter of his best friend. A decade later, the orphaned Leela moves into the Chand house in Dehradun, where she becomes a crucial member of the family. Over the following decades, Ishaan and Leela deal with marital problems, financial struggles, and political turmoil, and their daughter Anita becomes the third generation of the Chand family to drive the book’s story. Raman has an eye for historical detail, like Kishan’s assessment of a train car (“clean symmetrical lines, padded leather seats, side panels adorned with windows...the coach, designed and built by the American Car & Foundry Company, had been his procurement”), and a solid grasp of the real history that shapes the lives of the fictional characters. The writing is strong, and Raman does an excellent job of creating an intimate portrait of a wealthy family that is committed to independence while also financially reliant on the British. The pacing, however, is uneven, though the rushed feeling of some portions is understandable given the book’s sweeping timeline. The ending is somewhat abrupt, and readers may desire a more satisfying resolution to Anita’s storyline. Still, the thoughtful exploration of the experience of colonialism makes the story a rewarding read overall.
An evocative, well-imagined portrayal of late-colonial India through one family’s eyes.
Pub Date:
Page count: 132pp
Publisher: Manuscript
Review Posted Online: Dec. 14, 2021
The Kamla Show: Neerja Raman
Day job
Research
Favorite author
Chetan Bhagat
Favorite book
The Immortals of Meluha
Favorite line from a book
"And Shehrazad perceived the dawn of the day and ceased saying her permitted say." - Tales From 1001 Arabian Nights
Favorite word
karma
Hometown
Los Altos Hills
Passion in life
Documenting History versus 'What the heck really happened?'
Unexpected skill or talent
Living in harmony with critters that eat/destroy my laboriously grown plants.
Neerja Raman, distinguished author, executive manager, and WITI Hall of Famer, 2008
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