January 13, 2005
Tailing the assassin
Ready to look at the other side of the mirror... N. Parthasarathi in New Delhi. Photo: Anu Pushkarna.
HE SLICES out a while from his busy South Block assignment to talk about his maiden book "The Reluctant Assassin" just out in the market. Having leafed through this Star Public publication, you pick on your queries for him. But before you realise, he throws his questions at you.
"Have you read the book?" "What do you think of it?" "Give me an honest appraisal"... .
Well, being an Indian Foreign Service official, having spent a good amount of time practicing diplomacy in many countries, including Pakistan, he knows where to effect the break. "I think I should leave it you. Please ask me anything about the book."
And N. Parthasarathi, Joint Secretary (Administration) at the Ministry of External Affairs, begins to unwind. "I wrote this book when I was in Damascus before joining this assignment here. Being a diplomat, one is always busy. But at times, if you miss one or two parties, you surely can take out time. In my case, I had to write as the story in my mind was ripe enough," says this soft-spoken Bangalorean, oft closing his words with a smile. Being a civil servant, writing non-fiction is an issue you'd better not fiddle with. And so, fiction is what one is left with. Having been in the know of terror that is so real and raw, be it in India or Pakistan, drowning most times the human side of life, and circumstances playing an evil game at a random pace, Parthasarathi had the canvas complete. It is the tale of a young Muslim boy from Bangalore, Imran Khan, touching the sleepless city of Mumbai one sunny day for a job interview. Falling victim to situations, he gets rimmed by events that have their roots in a few terrorist attacks in the city. One thing leads to another and he bundles up his innocence for a maiden visit to his father in Karachi. But he has many things going wrong for him - his religion and his timing to see his father in Pakistan.
"Having seen the two sides of the coin, I realised that we have to do something to wipe out the distrust for each other in the two countries. The only weapon to do it is through love and empathy," Parthasathi gives a thoughtful raison d'ĂȘtre. And arguably so, he crafts his characters with abundant love. "I have used simple words for everyone to understand the story. All through, I have restrained myself from being judgemental," he states. "It is a humane story and needs to be humanely told," he stresses. Though the Mumbai attacks in the book have a strong semblance to the 1992 Mumbai riots, Parthasarathi prefers to generalise it: "It could have been the Sikh riots in Delhi." What he wants to show here is a man falling deep in man-made problems, which are bigger here, considering the presence of mindless terrorism in his novel. Innocent beings becoming victims of situations.
"Also, I wanted to show very strongly that if you do any wrong, the wrong gets you finally. That is why, Imran had to lose his beloved sister," he avers. Being the maiden effort, the book has quite a few touching moments. But what is attractive, both at the start and at the end, is the narrative technique applied. In the Author's Note on Page 1, he gives a signed account of how he happened to meet Imran in Udaipur, commanding at once your attention and interest. As if it is a tale plucked out of real life. At the end, the epilogue talks of his auto-parts store in Udaipur again, the place he met Imran. Rounding off the canvas in a full circle.
But alas, we too know the line between fiction and reality is not so thin.
SANGEETA BAROOAH PISHAROTY