Hundreds of people had lined up outside New Delhi’s India Habitat Centre’s Stein Auditorium on Thursday, hoping to get an entry. The whispers of ‘Roy’, ‘Happiness’, ‘Small Things’ and finally the name ‘Arundhati’ gave a bystander the sense that the long queue was for one of India’s best authors. The Man Booker prize winning author, Arundhati Roy, who released her second fiction in June, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness, was making her first public appearance in India. She was in conversation with Shohini Ghosh, a culture essayist, documentary filmmaker and media professor.
Addressing the gap of 20 years between her first fiction, The God of Small Things and the second, she said, “After I finished the God of Small Things, it just blew my life apart in so many ways, good and bad. I used to wonder if I would ever regret having written a book that, in crass terms, was so successful. When the nuclear tests happened, I felt that I didn’t have the choice of keeping quiet, whether I spoke or I didn’t speak, it was equally political. That led me to a journey into worlds which expanded my understanding, and as I travelled through I wrote for myself and others. Those writings layered in me and I felt like a sedimentary rock, it was accumulating in me, separate from the non-fiction argument, and after reaching a critical point, I started writing the Ministry of Utmost Happiness.” It took Roy around 10 years to write her second fiction and has sold more than half a million copies worldwide.
Though Anjum is the first person readers meet in the story, she had knocked on Roy’s door much later, the author said. For her, structuring of the novel is fundamental, something like city planning where language is the construction material. “You make a plan, it gets ambushed, you re-plan it, and there is migration. There are unauthorised colonies and all kinds of people who show up and your plans are ambushed again and you re-plan it.”
The first thing she wrote in the story, its nerve centre, came into the story much later – Jantar Mantar. “It is sadly being shut down and I shouldn’t think we should let that happen,” she said. One night, while she was amidst the resistance movements in the area, an abandoned baby appeared, and nobody knew what do to. “It made me think a lot about the wisdom, politics and energy and suddenly between all this confusion, we call the police. It was the first moment that fiction started to happen. Though the early years of the book were like generating smoke and the later years were like sculpting it, so it involves a tremendous amount of discipline to make it look right,” she said.
Twenty years apart, there are connections between the two books. “For me, the main connection between the two books is the character of Tilotama. She is to me, in my mind, the daughter of Ammu and Velutha had the God of Small Things ended differently. She is the younger sibling of Estha and Rahel, and the twins have own rooms in Anjum’s Jannat Guest House.”
“To those who say writers can’t be activists, I say we live in places where politics kicks the door at three in the morning. I want to write about the air we breathe, and it has caste, gender, Kashmir, love, animals, cities and jokes. Can we write where we are not afraid of intimacy, politics, and where the background becomes the foreground?” she asked. A border of gender runs through Anjum, caste through Tilotama, conversion through Saddam Hussain, and a national border through Musa.
On bringing Kashmir to the foreground in her novel, Roy said, “I think Kashmir is fundamental to what our lives are today and I am not talking about that we have a place where hundreds of soldiers are administering civilian lives, or what does that do to people in Kashmir, but what does that do people in India? How do we as a people give ourselves the right to speak about all the various forms of violence and injustice perpetrated on us, if we are willing to swallow it when it comes to someone else?”
While her non-fiction essays had interventions, arguments in a situation that’s closing down, she said, a novel becomes a universe she constructs. “Anybody can walk through who is not frightened of it. They might get lost or find their way, they may not like what they see but that does not matter.”
She agreed to a review which said the story required readerly perseverance. “I look at it as a city, an underwater city. You can choose to swim with the fish on the surface, take a little dive to the middle or go deep down and swim with bottom feeders. Even when I read it I find things like a woman who has hidden money in various pockets of her clothes and suddenly discovers bits and things.”