Tour de Force
Janhavi Acharekar’s novel Wanderers, All brings out the inner conflict and inadvertent drama that characterized Mumbai’s police in the early decades of the last century
Sometime in the mid-afternoon of April 14, 1944, two giant explosions shook the Victoria Dock of (erstwhile) Bombay when the British warship S S Fort Stikine, carrying cargo of cotton bales, gold, and tons of explosives, caught fire. The real-life tragedy, powerful enough to be caught by sensors in Shimla, is one of the defining backdrops in Janhavi Acharekar’s recently released novel, Wanderers, All.
Acharekar's fictional police hero, Bombay city Police Superintendent Raobahadur Murlidhar Khedekar, leads a cavalcade towards the docks engulfed in smoke and severed bodies. His police team aids the military, navy and fire personnel in containing the blaze of epic proportions.
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Trying to restore order in whatever conceivable way, Khedekar continues with the operation, braving scattered debris, fire-lit balls of cotton and gold biscuits spewing into the sky. His relentless pursuit of duty in this hour of crisis is a fascinating story.
The Victoria Docks explosion sends people scattering
That the story draws from the life and times of author Acharekar's great grandfather (who retired as the superintendent in 1944) makes the narrative relevant to Mumbai’s cultural past.
The protagonist’s varied interests like theatre, music, literature, bodybuilding, wrestling and surveillance, could have flourished only in a city that was home to immigrants of all hues. Fortunate to be placed in the city’s most active pre-Independence political years, Khedekar epitomizes the Mumbaikar whose identity is shaped by cultural forces that made the Mumbai of those times.
Wanderers, All is a mirror of Mumbai’s evolution. But it has a special relevance to today’s Mumbaikar, as it portrays a colonial police force (led by the British) which deals with social conflicts and tensions that ring true in the contemporary context. The deliberations between Indian and British officers over the appropriateness of “riot response” and “riot prevention” (during the coinciding Ganpati and Muharram festivals) in “sensitive areas” is utterly identifiable.
And so is Murlidhar Khedekar’s tea meeting with Ulema and Hindu priests to “celebrate the success of the communal experiment.” The festive season dilemmas faced by the police in Wanderers, All bring out the irony of administering a city that is secular and ripe-with-communal-tensions at the same time.
The juiciest part of Wanderers, All comes in the form of the colourful assignments that protagonist Murlidhar Khedekar takes on. Much on the lines of the real-life maverick British officer Charles Forjett, who modernized the force and introduced resourceful criminal intelligence-gathering techniques, the fictional Khedekar introduces the green room or disguise room in his office.
Disguised as a Pathan or as an opium addict, he wanders in the city to gather information about crime suspects. For someone who had once visualized himself doing the lead roles in Marathi musicals (particularly charged after a conversation with veteran playwright like Govind Ballal Deval) these were treasured moments of performance and ‘dress rehearsal.’
Enamoured by the art of role-playing, Khedekar trains his junior police officers in conducting “nocturnal excursions” in the city’s gambling dens. Khedekar’s escapades indicate the dark underbelly of Mumbai which has been a perennial subject of concern for the police force. At the same time, his personality goes close to the friendly daroga persona that found a reflection in popular Bollywood culture.
The protagonist Khedekar provides legitimate space for “strange dresses, diverse headgear, hilarious wigs and bizarre disguises” in the CID cabinets. That reminds us of the Hindi film cops of that era who took unsuspecting criminals by surprise. Not to forget the fancy turbans and sprawling beards which played a key role in the surveillance strategies.
Theatre, rather unintended drama, is the hallmark of Khedekar's narrative. As an Indian police officer leading a British force in the time of a fervent freedom struggle, Khedekar was entrusted with special responsibilities of assessing the mood of the moment, which required language skills. He had to scan the scripts of plays to be performed in the city and often preview the staged versions to detect hidden anti-British messages. His work therefore involved chance meetings with theatre greats.
One memorable one with dramatist Mama Warerkar is engaging. Moreover, the plays he previewed enriched him with insights into human behaviour. For instance, the iconic play Ekach Pyala (the story of a liquor addict) helped him empathize with subordinate constables who took to compulsive drinking. Khedekar triumphed in bringing the attention of the British higher-ups towards the debt-ridden, overworked and underpaid constabulary. He was successful in convincing the force to upgrade their salaries and to galvanize their appraisal system.
A lot of drama in Wanderers, All emanates from Khedekar’s inner conflict. The best example of the ‘drama within’ showed in his decision to name his son Swaraj. The name meant self-rule and independence; it was the unlikeliest name for the son of a duty-bound officer who served the British Empire. The name causes much confusion in Khedekar’s life and leads to unintended humour.
On social occasions, which involved after-hours mingling with British officers and their families, the name was instantly shortened to an innocent ‘Raj.’ Khedekar’s home was no less than any theatre space, thanks to his otherwise-docile wife who strongly stood for national leaders like Tilak and Gandhi at dinnertime. Although confined to her kitchen base, aided with no reference assistance, she was a fierce advocate of Swadeshi values, which silenced the otherwise commanding Khedekar.
Khedekar’s retirement from the city police force is a poignant moment, especially because he feels relieved of the dread and guilt of “being duty-bound to rein in the upholders of the nation's future.” This is the point where Wanderers, All gains in depth. Khedekar confesses, to himself, about his divided loyalty. He feels that he cannot possibly be loyal to a force that negates the concept of a free India. At this point, the book also encourages the reader to rethink the oft-used and glossed-over terms like freedom, self-rule and independence.
Sumedha Raikar-Mhatre is a Mumbai-based culture chronicler.
Q. Bombay was rechristened Mumbai a while ago. Those who prefer to call it by the erstwhile name, make a conscious political choice because they feel that the former name (as against the one in the gazette) captures the secular heart of the city? Do you think so too?
A. I have called it Bombay because the novel is set in the colonial era when the city was called that. One cannot deny that the city, as we know it today, was a creation of the British and built by several communities. Bombay or Mumbai, that is a non-issue for me.
Earlier, when people spoke in English, they called it Bombay and in Marathi, Mumbai. What I dislike immensely are these superficial changes that governments make (and impose) as soon as they come into power. As if we do not have more serious issues to tackle in the city.
In fact, the larger theme of the novel is precisely about that, the question of identity and the need to appropriate whether in geographical, political or cultural terms. If one bases one’s sense of self on the (man-made) construct of a nation, where will you be if that nation no longer exists in your lifetime?
Q. You always wanted to write in this fictional form on this subject? Did you ever feel that the narrative lends itself to non-fiction since Mumbai’s recent history has been a robust subject for many writers?
A. Yes, I lived with the idea for some time but it took root in one of my short stories in my book Window Seat: Rush-hour stories from the city. In fact, two of the characters in Window Seat find their way into Wanderers, All, which is fictional and yet inspired by my own family memoir. I spent a lot of time doing research about the period that the novel is set in… I believe there’s always a bit of truth in fiction and a bit of fiction in non-fiction. I just decided to combine the two.
Q. Mumbai is common to your three books. She seems your muse?
A. An accidental muse, perhaps. I’ve lived most of my life here and it is the city that I know best.
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