An Evening at the Club

A friend invited us to spend an evening at the club. We sat in the wood-panelled bar, under the carved names of victorious sportsmen, beginning in 1864. The teams in those days had names like "Indians," and "Parsees," but the players' names were all British.

Another friend, T, joined us. She told us, "I'm spending so much of my time at the Economic Offenses Court, in Egmore. You should see it! It's so shabby, and everything is so corrupt. I have to stand up next to murderers, who are brought in with police escorts carrying AK-47s. The judge asks them 'Kutravaaliya? Illaiya?' ('Are you a criminal or not?') That's why I've gotten so deep into religion, and why I visit so many temples. I don't know whether it's coincidence or not, but nothing has touched me."

Ramesh told them that I was planning to write a novel during NaNoWriMo. T said excitedly, "Tell my story! Write about me!"

Nancy: How do you see your own story?
T: Well, it should be exciting.
N: Tell me what the story is - if it's exciting, then it will be exciting.
T: That's the problem. I don't know how to express myself.
N: Is your story the story of... a survivor? Someone who suffers a lot, and comes through it?
T: Yes! That's it! A survivor.
N: I may be able to put you into my novel. Of course, I'll give you another name.
T: No! No anonymity! Tell my story! Then I'll be able to say, 'See, read this! This is about me!'"


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