Soliloquy in Seclusion
Soliloquy in Seclusion
Soliloquy in Seclusion
With reference to the story gadi' (the room) written by Gudipati and published in Mumbai One, 16-31 March 2011, it is a long soliloquy uttered in seclusion. The entire story is the confessions of the writer as a lonely youth.
In his youth, while studying and in search of a livelihood, all the years he had spent in a little single room. Now, he is a grown up and employed in the press. Not to the brim satisfaction, his job dissatisfies him, which needs to write as per some other's whims and fancies. He himself compares him to a palegar (shepherds boy) and boldly admits that he is not so enough free as the latter, to express his views undaunted.
His youthful room comes into his memories these days as a dream and he sets on searching for his missed room in the streets of the ever-busy city. He is surprised whether his room is slipped into the shadow of the hood of realtors or into the hands of the ghosts of the real estate.
This is the key point of the story leading to a conclusion of the lost identities in the cruel reign of globalization. This conclusion is adeptly brought by the skillful narration of the story line. Thus, this story stands an example for the writer's amazing and admirable description of a perpetual soliloquy in mere seclusion.
"The room I dwelled in is not being appeared", he claims, "It has been lost elsewhere." A small room, exclusively belonging to the writer by paying rent it is also overall to him.
Though the writer lives amidst of the people, he likes to live secretly and secluded. Therefore, he has no complaints against the people.
However, he has complaints on the society. Ever trying escape from the society, defeated by and revolving inevitably in the frame of that society.
The room is an evident of his dreams. It is the prop for his imaginations! The room is but his books, his research papers, diaries from his childhood, adolescent and early youth's poems.
In the meanwhile, an acquaintance of love by the name Udayini engages the life of the writer by adding fragrance by her billets-doux, by her beautiful voice that decorates the songs and music, by her pastime chitchat and by the very presence of herself. Many times of lonely time pass, waiting glances for each other without notice; arguments over the books read, beautiful dreams of future; she came into the life at the time of devastation of Socialist Elysium; when the war tanks rolled upon the students at Tiananmen Square in China; at the time of Naxals' encounters. At that moment, she has touched him and his room heart fully by her songs. She learnt dreams to fly; winged the imagination!
It is her plan to complete Law and start practicing. Dreamscontrivancesthe sky of imaginations
Mother dies, Udayini also alleged by the police as a communist and encountered.
Motherless, loveless, and lack of friendship, the writer is made to vacate the room forcefully, the building to take a leap into the skies, a pitiable condition. Wandered, roamed and searched for a suitable room, but in vain.
In this story, the room symbolizes and represents the heart chamber of the writer.
The towns are no more towns; the colonies are no more colonies; no sign of lonely rooms. Leaped apartments anywhere; the houses devastated; four-storied apartments in a mere hundred yards! The shrinkages of roads mutilated under the cruel feet of the real estate.
Thus, the writer lost his room; lost his heart and lost everything.
Now, he bitterly asks himself whether there is a room for him, yes, for himself. Does he walk about a room? Though his bitter query is unanswerable, he positively reaches at the concluding assumptions.
"My room is a confession box to me"
"It's a right place to my soul's offering"
"There only I can unfurl myself"
"There and there only I can balance myself completely"
"There only I can garland the pieces of song scattered and again take it into the people"
Lastly, he exclaims that he is longing for a room to make him available to him and that he is searching for a room of his own. Said that the world is changing into a global village, but the city is laboring under destruction; the lonely rooms are being dismantled; even though, a hope of safety of his room!
This story got applause in the conference on short story held by Central Literary Academy on March 5 and 6 at Thiruvananthapuram. The writer tells this is a poetic story', a story full of imagination and composed in small fragments of meaningful emotions. For instance,
"Mingling amidst of human beings, I construct a world of my own in my innermost self!"
"I say my room how that world would be!"
This unique narration of storytelling stands Gudipati a stalwart in the genre of Telugu short story.
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