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Engine Trouble
Engine Trouble
R. K. Narayan
(R. K. Narayan was born on October 10, 1906, in Madras, South India, and
educated there and at Maharaja’s College in Mysore. His first novel, Swami and
Friends (1935), and its successor, The Bachelor of Arts (1937), are both set in the
fictional territory of Malgudi, of which John Updike wrote, “Few writers since
Dickens can match the effect of colorful teeming that Narayan’s fictional city of
Malgudi conveys; its population is as sharply chiseled as a temple frieze, and as
endless, with always, one feels, more characters round the corner.” Narayan wrote
many more novels set in Malgudi, including The English Teacher (1945), The
Financial Expert (1952), and The Guide (1958), which won him the Sahitya Akademi
(India’s National Academy of Letters) Award, his country’s highest honor.)
First scene:
There came in our town some years ago a showman owning an institution
called the Gaiety Land. Overnight our Gymkhana Grounds had crowds pouring
into the show from all over the district. Gaiety Land provided us with all sorts
of fun and games and side shows. For a couple of annas in each booth we could
watch anything from performing parrots to crack motorcyclists looping loop in
the Dome of Death; moreover there were lotteries and shooting galleries.
There was a particular corner of the show which was in great favour.
Here one stood a chance of winning a variety of articles— pincushions, sewing
machines, cameras or even a road engine. On one evening they drew ticket
number 1005, which belonged to me and they declared that I had become the
owner of the road engine.
It was not the sort of prize one could carry home at short notice.
However, the showman agreed to keep the engine on the Gymkhana Grounds
till the end of their season, and then I would have to make my own
arrangements to take it out.
When the showman took down his booths and packed up, I received a
notice from the municipality ordering the engine to be removed at once.
otherwise they would charge rent for it. I was a poor man. But I paid ten rupees
a month for the next three months and I had to pledge a jewel or two belonging
to my wife. I went up and down the town offering it for sale to all and sundry. I
approached the Secretary of the local cosmopolitan club and the municipal
chairman but they did not want a road engine, though they had a tennis court to
be rolled every morning and a number of municipal duties to be performed.
Second scene:
Third scene:
But when everything was ready, a police inspector came and showed the
magistrate’s order prohibiting the Swamiji from swallowing potassium cyanide
and have an engine run over his chest. The Swamiji left angrily, followed by his
assistant. I gripped the assistant’s arm and implored him to take it to the field.
He refused. Probably he couldn’t drive it except over his Guru’s chest.
Next morning I went over to take a last look at my engine before leaving
the town. I could hardly believe my eyes. The engine was not there. I looked
about and raised a hue and cry. Search parties went round. The engine was
found in a disused well nearby, with its back up. I prayed to heaven to save me
from fresh troubles. But the owner of the house saw what had happened, he
laughed heartily. He beamed at me.
“You have done me a great service. It was the dirtiest water on earth and
the municipality was sending notice time and again to close it. I was dreading
the cost of closing, but your engine fits it like a cork. Just leave it there”.
‘But, but . . .’
“I will withdraw all complaints and charges against you, and build that
broken wall myself, but only leave the thing there”.
I mentioned a few other expenses that this engine had brought on me. He
agreed to pay for all that. When I again passed that way some months later, I
peeped over the wall. I found the mouth of the well neatly cemented up. I
heaved a sigh of relief.
THE END