During her growing-up years, Nalini Ramachandran aspired to be an artist, a singer, a dancer, an actress and a journalist. When she finally became a writer and editor, she drew on ideas, listened to the music of language, danced to the tune of imagination, acted on impulsive creativity and dug into research, thus inhabiting several worlds and living the lives of multiple characters at once.
Her interest in storytelling piqued when she was working as a fiction writer with Indias only all-comics childrens magazine, Tinkle. Her short stories have been published in anthologies such as Gifts of Teaching and Scary Tales. She is the author of Detective Sahasasimha: The Case of the Disappearing Books and the graphic novelbiography A.P.J. Abdul Kalam: One Man, Many Missions. To know more about Nalini, visit www.authornalini.com.
Abhishek Choudhury is a Bangalore-based illustrator. An avid book lover, comics reader and foodie, he has worked across various fields, including theatre, video gaming and animation. He has also collaborated with several reputable publishing houses. More recently, he has illustrated and published Inferno, the first graphic novel in his comic trilogy, The Untold Chronicles.
Theres rarely a bond as selfless as the one between grandchildren and their grandparents.
My maternal grandfather, K.B.S. Maniam, who enthralled me with his charming tales and gave me the courage to keep writing;
My maternal grandmother, Andal, who instilled in me a love for words and languages;
My paternal grandmother, Visalakshi, who never tired of animatedly narrating fables and folk tales;
My paternal grandfather, Rajagopalan, who perhaps believed that books are the best legacy to leave behind.
Into the Land of Stories
T his is the story of Mohini.
Um, no, its the story of storytelling.
Actually... its the story of storytelling told through the story of Mohini.
So, tell me, when was the last time you told a story?
Maybe last night, when your grandfather was narrating a tale from mythology and you kept interrupting him because you already knew it? Or maybe at school, when you played the role of a historical figure?
But what about the time when you excitedly told your father about what happened in class? Or the time when you recounted a nightmare to your sibling? Or when you chatted with your friends about your trip to a wildlife sanctuary?
What? Youre not sure if you can call these stories?
But they are!
Storytelling is a tradition through which lore is passed on from generation to generationbe it from grandparents to grandchildren at home or from village chieftains to curious listeners sitting around a bonfire. And these stories comprise everything, from history and mythology to science, from local legends and mysteries to rituals, from fictional accounts and gossip to everyday happenings.
Over centuries, creative storytellers have transformed the lore of the land into diverse storytelling traditions of India. And I am going to introduce you to thirty-eight such interesting practices. But remember, these are not the only ones. Last I counted, I had come across nearly ten times that numberI am sure there are hundreds more that I dont know aboutand sadly, quite a few of these are on the verge of extinction. My hope behind writing this book and giving you a glimpse of the rich storytelling heritage of the country is that you and I can create some magic together and help these traditions and their stories live happily ever after.
The best part about this book, if you ask me, is that each tradition is unique and tells a variety of talesof deities and demons, nature and natives, royals and rebels, wildlife and weapons and whatnot! All this, through the story of Mohini, who fights her own battles with storytelling.
So what are you waiting for? Lets journey to where the stories live!
Chapter 1
THE RELUCTANT STORYTELLER
O nce upon a time... Mohini began nervously, the lump in her throat refusing to be swallowed.
Youve said that at least fifteen times in the past five minutes! What happens after Once upon a time? a man, known for his bitter temper, yelled from the last row.
Her cheeks flaming, Mohini shut her eyes tightly in the hope that the impatient crowd would disappear when she opened them again. But they still sat right there before her, only getting more and more annoyed with her.
She made yet another attempt. Once upon a time... there was a stone.
At last! the same man said mockingly.
Shush! Let her get on with it, an elderly lady sitting right in front shouted, waving her printed yellow fan.
But Mohini had run into a stone wall with her stone story. She had no idea what to say next. So when someone else from the audience shouted, Go on! We dont have all day!, she resolved to finish it off the same way she always did.
Once-upon-a-time-there-was-a-stone-and-a-young-prince-kicked-it-hard-and-the-stone-hit-a-wall-and-was-broken-into-pieces.
And before the audience could make sense of the worlds most hurried fairy tale, she mumbled, Storys over. Thank you for your attention.
The children in the front row moaned and those in the last groaned, even as everyone sitting in between shook their heads disapprovingly.
Thats such a lame story, a woman complained, her cat equally upset.
Lame? Why, thats not even a story! Tsk tsk... She has clearly been born into the wrong family, the latest grumbler said.
Mohini pretended not to have heard any of these comments as she sprinted past them, but every single word had stung her like a smarting wound.
Mohinis destiny had been decided the moment she was born. Everyone in Mithika, the quaint hill-town where the girl lived, knew what she was going to be when she grew up. A storyteller.
Her grandmother Anokhi had regaled the townspeople with mind-boggling tales of the strange and mysterious. And G-Ma, as Mohini playfully called her, had had another extraordinary skillwhenever people went to her with their problems, shed give them solutions through stories! Oh, stories are everywhere. Its what you do with them that makes all the difference, she used to say.
Then there was Anokhis daughter, Mohinis mother, Manohari, who could conjure up magical lands and stories of princesses and goblins in no time. On the other hand, Mohinis father, Yash, believed in true stories and real-life heroes. The two were complete opposites, yet they complemented each other delightfully.