One of the depressing facts
that Aravind Adiga’s Selection Day brings up is that some careers, and by an
unfortunate extension even lives, are decided at the age of 14 or even less. At
14, I had no idea what life would be at 15 and the brothers Kumar (Manju and
Radha) in this book know that they should be the world’s best batsman and the
second best, world here translates to Mumbai Cricket, since that is the extent
of their career and this book.
Many an Indian student who
faced the aspirations and ambitions of the parents thrust upon him would nod
his head in ironic approval with the kind of rigorous routine thrust upon the children.
The setting here is Cricket, and batting in particular, where the brothers are
fighting for 1 or 2 out of the 7 batting spots places the odds insurmountably high,
yet Adiga finds humor in the darkest of the places in creating the grim
realities of the life of youngsters who have no chance but to aspire, survive and work
hard against the odds. Indeed it is surprising how hilarious Selection Day is,
as I found myself laughing out loud at the kind of farcical methods of
preparation and the justification behind them that Mohan Kumar, the father,
sets out for his kids which also include posing with a bat in hand as a 4 year
old, a la Sachin Tendulkar.
Aravind Adiga’s research is
immaculate, not in the sense that he throws up numbers and anecdotes about
Cricket Matches in the way most books about Cricket tend to do, but in the way a
cricketer’s journey is traversed right from the familial beginnings, to the
rising through the ranks under an able and determined coach, only to reach a
destination that doesn’t seem as coveted to the cricketer as much it was for
the men around him.
The father Mohan Kumar is an
interesting character, my favorite in the book, as he admonishes his children
about the vices, girls and shaving, checks on them every night, working on
their techniques, temperament and anything that he feels will help making his
sons the best cricketers of the world. For all his efforts, Mohan Kumar, is
still hated by anyone he ever comes across, including his own kids who swear to
kill him when they come of age, yet he never undersells them and steadfastly
negotiates their worth, for they are the last straws he is clutching at, their
careers the only thing he has in his life as a slum dwelling chutney salesman. The
character is a delightfully devastating portrayal of the ultimate tragicomic.
As much as the father
borders on being tyrannical, there are other players interested in the
brothers, like the coach Tommy Sir, whose sole aim in life to unearth the next
Tendulkar from Mumbai Cricket, and Anand Mehta, an NRI who wants to do a few
good things and chooses to invest in the the great nastiness that is Cricket,
and a rival cricketer Javed, the love interest of Manju the younger brother,
thrown in to complete the circle of obstacles. Above them all, Manju has his
own brother Radha to overcome who tries to guilt-trip him into believing that
Manju has usurped his place in the team. All of these men overwhelm Manju, who
does not seem to be quite adequate with dealing with them, his timid nature and
his unease with his own homosexuality and the distance from his mother, make him
a loner with no place to go and that shows in the kind of choices he makes in
the days leading to the Selection Day.
The book starts three years
before the Selection Day, and we all know it that it is going to be a doomed
affair even before reading any of the events unfold, only because of our
knowledge that the Kumars (all three of them) of the world don’t have a chance
of surviving the ordeal and coming out in triumph. There is no mention anywhere
if the brothers love playing the game, because that is never considered even an
option, much like students taking up engineering or medicine, often clueless as
to what they mean. In this particular similarity it resonates with a lot more
teenagers around the country. In that sense this is an important book for the
average Indian Parent who needs a lesson or two.
Strongly Recommended.
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