The first novel by Chandrahas Choudhury Arzee the Dwarf, following the great protagonist of the same name three feet and a half inches around Mumbai for a period of two weeks as he travels between hope and despair, deceit and disappointment.
The small size of Arzee was the cause of much anguish and self-pity throughout his adult life. The book opens with a battle hardened Arzee resolved to live differently from now on. “He offered less, took over, and was no longer clenched feet, but he threw himself into the dance.
Therefore, a new, stronger, less subject Arzee was born on the first page. Tired of his past misfortunes, Arzee says: “Remember, all fair and kind friends, when life is not fair.” This worldly cynicism is paired with great personal hope.
Phiroz, the head of the old Noor head of the historic theater where Arzee works, is about to retire, and he expects the position occupied. This promotion will allow you to pay off the accumulated debt game.
Perhaps most importantly, he will allow his mother to find him a wife, although Arzee still seems to have a broken heart with a lost love. Soon it will do “old Arzee”, which assures the readers.
Noor, it seems, is closing, and with it the current work also Arzee. Continue through the collector Deepak, seemingly without mercy, and unable to cope with his surprotective mother, Arzee walks the streets of Mumbai late at night, feeling sorry for himself.
The book is dotted with long monologues and decent Arzee. Funny, autodéraclant, touching and prudent, which indicates both loneliness and self-sufficiency.
In a city where nobody seems to be interested in others, Arzee can only speak. And he does it frequently, wallows in self-pity and lamenting the lack of human connection.
“They shared the work, shared space, time share, but they did not share confidentiality but it was like that in Bombay – .. Everyone was like that.” It even compares to Christ and suffering.
As the world begins to disintegrate around him, however, Arzee gradually discovers that, although he is shorter than everyone, he is not the only one with problems.
“Everyone has problems,” Deepak said. “Problems of problems,” refers to Phiroz. “Life is a procession of disorders,” says literary taxi driver Dashrath Tiwari.
Little by little, as the other characters live – and problems – proven – to Arzee and through the player – they become more and more interesting and complex.
Arzee discovers Phiroz a beautiful girl with her own secret that Phiroz had hidden all these years. The outer machismo Deepak proves to be a front for a different man inside.
Even Arzee’s own mother, who tries to hide her impending unemployment, turns out to be feeding on the biggest secret of all.
Little by little, as his life begins to unravel all the new information received, Arzee is bound to do not know what he thought about his own life, and begin to understand others and through them to himself.
This is a novel about the people who work behind the scenes. No one better embodies movies in this city than the projector whose task is to stay in the shade and keep the movie running, no matter what.
“The root cause of the projectionist, whether living or dying, was still that of the series. The show was not supposed to suffer, just as it is not supposed to be suffering children.”