K Satchidanandan is a bilingual poet and writer from
Kerala. He has won many awards including the Sahitya Akademi Award. His latest
short story, published in a Malayalam weekly [Deshabhimani] is titled Robinson
Crusoe and is about a contemporary dictator who is making waves all over
the world. Crusoe
Crusoe returns from his last voyage as an ambitious
man who wants to be the boss of the island. He has forgotten the hard days of
the past, his Man Friday, the agriculture he had done for survival, his hut and
the dog and the cat there, and so on. Now he is an impatient man with a huge
ambition. He is a lord who has hoards of slaves.
This island to which he has now returned was once upon
a time the habitat of cannibals. Not now, however. The inhabitants now speak
different languages, wear different dresses, worship different gods. There are
too many cultures and festivals. How can anyone rule over such a diverse
people?
Brusoe came with the solution. Brusoe is as clever as
Chanakya. He can make any beggar the king. “Fabricate stories and histories,”
Brusoe counselled, “if you want to rule over any people. Get writers to make up
stories about your adventures as a boy – how you put your hand in the mouth of
a lion, how you tamed wild elephants, how you saved people from cataclysms when
they were trapped in hazardous ravines… At the same time, these writers should
portray you as a delicate soul with great aesthetic tastes. They should write
about the great symphonies you composed, your great sculptures, poetry that
surpasses Milton’s…”
“I haven’t even read one single book!” Crusoe
exclaimed. “Who will believe these stories?”
“Unbelievers abound in every society and in every age.
We will render them powerless. We will convert the whole island into your fans
and admirers and devotees. We can do that easily by giving honours and rewards
to the right people.” Brusoe
Brusoe advises Crusoe never to let people know how
cruel he is at heart. Cruelty should stay hidden in the heart and kindness
should be worn on the sleeves. No one should see the gun you’re carrying in the
back pocket. Put out pictures of yourself caressing the peacock and playing
with the squirrel.
“What about doing something good for the people?”
Crusoe asks.
“You have an eloquent tongue. Proclaim huge plans and projects.
If people start questioning the non-implementation of the projects, announce
new projects. The secret is: never cease to talk. When you cease to talk,
people begin to talk.”
Soon, guided by Brusoe, Crusoe bans all animal food on
the island. “When people crave for flesh, they will begin to kill each other
and eat.”
Brusoe’s strategies begin to bear fruit. The people on
the island who were living in harmony so long, now begin to fight with one
another in the names of gods and religions and cultures and languages and
dresses and food. No one trusts anyone anymore. Who is genuine and who is fake?
No one knows. Who is a patriot and who is a traitor? Who is with you and who is
the King’s spy?
Some good things also happen. Poverty, for example, is
vanishing from the country. The poor have been eliminated. Their lands are now
Special Economic Zones or huge government projects or dominated by colossal
statues. Crusoe loves immense statues. Another thing he loves is prisons. He
built many prisons and threw in them all those who dared to question him.
Different languages are a menace, Brusoe counselled.
There should only be one language in order to avoid conspiracies against the
government. Our language should be the only language valid on the island.
It was all going well for a long time for Crusoe until
he begins to be afraid of himself. He gets nightmares about the people whom he
tortured and killed. A lot of bad omens appear in the country. People transmute
into wild beasts. Viruses eat into human brains. The drinks shared by lovers turn
into poison. Flowers fail to mature into fruits. The fields dry up. Rivers die.
Unseasonal floods submerge the urban roads.
There is blood on the clothes of people now as they
begin to surround the King’s well-guarded fortress where he had recently installed
a magical sceptre.
The sceptre begins to bend like a weapon against the
king. Birds now look like missiles coming towards him. Labourers who had lost
their jobs, farmers without lands, unemployed youth, intelligent people who had
refused to become flatterers, Adivasis and tribals dispossessed of their
habitats, fishermen whose coasts were handed over to the corporate honchos…
They all became missiles laying siege to the King’s fortress. Where are the
guards now? Where is Brusoe?
Three shots are heard from the King’s bedroom.
Should the nation declare a mourning or should there
be celebrations?
Loved the ending!
ReplyDeleteThe original is superb.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteAh, the way of the despot... well depicted. YAM xx
Thanks to Satchidanandan.
DeleteWhat a story! Takes imagination and guts to write this one.
ReplyDeleteI too thought so as I was reading it. Satchidanandan probably has nothing to be scared of.
DeleteI know quite a few people who read, Robinson Crusoe. But I haven't yet.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on, and stay safe.
This story, in the post, has little to do with the classical Crusoe, dear Dora. Here he is a metaphor.
DeleteHmm I wonder who and what inspired the author to write such a story...? 👀
ReplyDeleteYou know it.
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