There were heads, heads, and heads everywhere. I had to navigate my way slowly. No complaints for that. It was nice to see books, books, and books all around. In addition, if the book seller gives you many details with a smile you will know that two minds have reached each other - an invisible rope that finds two nubs on its ends.
Now for the notes -
When I entered the stall of Karnataka Sahitya Bandara I had only the name of a book in my mind. I did not know the author. Moreover, I wanted to buy the English translation of that book. I went to an old man sitting and asked,
"Sir, I am looking for a book named Shantala. I don't know either the author or the publisher."
"Shantala by K. V. Iyer? We have."
"Do you have the English version?"
"No, Sir. We have the original Kannada book. I think two versions of English translation are available. But I am not sure if they are unabridged. There is an abridged version published by Sahitya Academy."
He started telling me about G.V. Iyer's serial on Shantala with vividness that was matched only by his sharp eyes - an invisible rope was braided between two nubs.
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Nadam Geetam is a book-seller from Chennai. They sell books of all major Tamil publishers. I could not enter their stall. The gap given was small. Excuse-me would lose its meaning in such places where you had entire queue moving at snail's pace. No one could have done better. They had to see books. They had to thump through it too. I moved myself close to a friendly-looking person and asked,
"Do you have Laa. Sa. Raa's ithazhkal?"
"Sir, We don't have Laa. Sa. Raa at all."
"But I remember seeing few books by him."
"No, Sir. We do not have stocks."
But I had seen Laa. Sa. Raa's paarkadal and janani few minutes back. I did not pay much attention to those books as I have them already. I was now hearing there were no books by Laa. Sa. Raa. I thought I would again stand in the queue and push myself near the place wherever I saw those two books. I saw three Laa. Sa. Raa books this time. The third book was Soundarya. I have that book too. I called the friendly-looking person and showed him those three books by Laa. Sa. Raa. He felt bad.
"What can I do, Sir? See the crowd around here. I keep forgetting. Sorry, Sir. You would like to have these?"
"No, Thanks. I have them all. I am looking for ithazhkal."
"Sorry Sir. We really do not have. Vanathi publishers have not printed that book for a long time."
"Oh, Okay. Thanks."
"Sir.."
Why his tone had become importunate? I looked at his face. His face seemed to have only request.
"Please do not tell this to the owner."
He pointed his hand towards a bald-headed man sitting at one end.
"I won't tell. I just thought I would show those books to you so that if someone else asks for Laa. Sa. Raa’s books you would not say no. That's all. I won't tell your owner about this."
His face had again become very friendly, and there was a smile. I too smiled. An invisible rope relaxed itself to release the strength from its plaits.
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There were two persons at Krishnamurti Foundation Books stall. One was a middle-aged man moving around the stall, and the other was a middle-aged lady sitting with Cash bill receipts. Both were amiable but the lady seemed to gauge everyone if they were potential buyers or not. If she had felt they were, she would then ask the man to show this-book, that-book, and the book-over-there. On the other hand, if she had felt they were here just to browse, she would become invisible. No magic here. What I meant is she would just become invisible. If you asked something you would get some answer after few hours. And I was just looking. My eyes went to a book that was covered by a transparent wrapper. Enough care was taken to wrap it so tightly that no one should see anything other than the front and back covers. You had to take it to see the back cover. I was just seeing the front cover by lifting my head as it was kept in the top of a rack. I was looking and looking. Only at the front cover. The front cover read One Thousand Moons: Krishnamurti at Eighty-Five. The man came closer to me and asked me if I wanted to see the book.
"I want to see the book but it is wrapped."
"I will show you the book. We have one book unwrapped."
He turned around to see the lady. The lady was busy writing the cash bill for a customer. Then he said,
"We can unwrap it and show. The book costs about Rs.800/- and you can buy the book if it interests you."
"Thanks."
He could not find the unwrapped book. He asked a boy to find out in a carton to see if it was there. The boy was searching for the book. The man lost hope of finding the unwrapped book, almost asked the boy to give him a wrapped book. By then, the lady had finished her billing and asked the man what it was. He explained. The lady looked at me. I could sense that a judging algorithm was initiated within her to see if I was a potential buyer. The algorithm said no. She said in a stronger tone that they did not have an unwrapped book. I told her,
"It's okay."
I saw the man. His countenance showed a sort of helplessness. I smiled at him, and told him, "It's okay." An invisible rope was vibrating; braiding and unbraiding. Then the lady threw a deal at me. The deal that made me laugh.
"If you buy the book, we can then show it here."
What a deal!
"If I buy that book, I would like to read it at home. Not here."
She did not say anything for few seconds, and then nodded her head in approval.
But did I see a smile in the man's face?
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Now for the notes -
When I entered the stall of Karnataka Sahitya Bandara I had only the name of a book in my mind. I did not know the author. Moreover, I wanted to buy the English translation of that book. I went to an old man sitting and asked,
"Sir, I am looking for a book named Shantala. I don't know either the author or the publisher."
"Shantala by K. V. Iyer? We have."
"Do you have the English version?"
"No, Sir. We have the original Kannada book. I think two versions of English translation are available. But I am not sure if they are unabridged. There is an abridged version published by Sahitya Academy."
He started telling me about G.V. Iyer's serial on Shantala with vividness that was matched only by his sharp eyes - an invisible rope was braided between two nubs.
_________________
Nadam Geetam is a book-seller from Chennai. They sell books of all major Tamil publishers. I could not enter their stall. The gap given was small. Excuse-me would lose its meaning in such places where you had entire queue moving at snail's pace. No one could have done better. They had to see books. They had to thump through it too. I moved myself close to a friendly-looking person and asked,
"Do you have Laa. Sa. Raa's ithazhkal?"
"Sir, We don't have Laa. Sa. Raa at all."
"But I remember seeing few books by him."
"No, Sir. We do not have stocks."
But I had seen Laa. Sa. Raa's paarkadal and janani few minutes back. I did not pay much attention to those books as I have them already. I was now hearing there were no books by Laa. Sa. Raa. I thought I would again stand in the queue and push myself near the place wherever I saw those two books. I saw three Laa. Sa. Raa books this time. The third book was Soundarya. I have that book too. I called the friendly-looking person and showed him those three books by Laa. Sa. Raa. He felt bad.
"What can I do, Sir? See the crowd around here. I keep forgetting. Sorry, Sir. You would like to have these?"
"No, Thanks. I have them all. I am looking for ithazhkal."
"Sorry Sir. We really do not have. Vanathi publishers have not printed that book for a long time."
"Oh, Okay. Thanks."
"Sir.."
Why his tone had become importunate? I looked at his face. His face seemed to have only request.
"Please do not tell this to the owner."
He pointed his hand towards a bald-headed man sitting at one end.
"I won't tell. I just thought I would show those books to you so that if someone else asks for Laa. Sa. Raa’s books you would not say no. That's all. I won't tell your owner about this."
His face had again become very friendly, and there was a smile. I too smiled. An invisible rope relaxed itself to release the strength from its plaits.
________________
There were two persons at Krishnamurti Foundation Books stall. One was a middle-aged man moving around the stall, and the other was a middle-aged lady sitting with Cash bill receipts. Both were amiable but the lady seemed to gauge everyone if they were potential buyers or not. If she had felt they were, she would then ask the man to show this-book, that-book, and the book-over-there. On the other hand, if she had felt they were here just to browse, she would become invisible. No magic here. What I meant is she would just become invisible. If you asked something you would get some answer after few hours. And I was just looking. My eyes went to a book that was covered by a transparent wrapper. Enough care was taken to wrap it so tightly that no one should see anything other than the front and back covers. You had to take it to see the back cover. I was just seeing the front cover by lifting my head as it was kept in the top of a rack. I was looking and looking. Only at the front cover. The front cover read One Thousand Moons: Krishnamurti at Eighty-Five. The man came closer to me and asked me if I wanted to see the book.
"I want to see the book but it is wrapped."
"I will show you the book. We have one book unwrapped."
He turned around to see the lady. The lady was busy writing the cash bill for a customer. Then he said,
"We can unwrap it and show. The book costs about Rs.800/- and you can buy the book if it interests you."
"Thanks."
He could not find the unwrapped book. He asked a boy to find out in a carton to see if it was there. The boy was searching for the book. The man lost hope of finding the unwrapped book, almost asked the boy to give him a wrapped book. By then, the lady had finished her billing and asked the man what it was. He explained. The lady looked at me. I could sense that a judging algorithm was initiated within her to see if I was a potential buyer. The algorithm said no. She said in a stronger tone that they did not have an unwrapped book. I told her,
"It's okay."
I saw the man. His countenance showed a sort of helplessness. I smiled at him, and told him, "It's okay." An invisible rope was vibrating; braiding and unbraiding. Then the lady threw a deal at me. The deal that made me laugh.
"If you buy the book, we can then show it here."
What a deal!
"If I buy that book, I would like to read it at home. Not here."
She did not say anything for few seconds, and then nodded her head in approval.
But did I see a smile in the man's face?
_______
