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Sowcarpet is often described as Chennai\u2019s \u201cLittle North India,\u201d in tourist book style. Bustling and bazaar-like, this old neighborhood is not too far from the city\u2019s iconic Central Station. This area has the city\u2019s first Jain temples, shops, and eateries offering north Indian goods and delicacies. Its lanes are narrow, except for Mint Street and the area is best explored by foot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The \u201csowcar\u201d in the name comes from the Hindi word sahukaar<\/em>, merchant or native banker, which now refers to a money lender. In Madras Rediscovered<\/em>, city chronicler S. Muthiah writes that the diamond and silk merchants, who gave Sowcarpet its name, arrived in the 18^{th<\/sup>century from Gujarat. Other settlers such as the Marwaris from Rajasthan arrived later. But the original Gujarati immigrants from Saurasthra came to Chennai in the 17th<\/sup>century via Madurai and Tirunelveli where they had already established themselves as a weaving community.<\/p>\n\n\n\n}

These are interesting facts, no doubt, but the atmosphere and the soul of a place are often better understood through fiction. If you want to know more about the life of the Gujarati immigrants, read the short stories written by renowned Tamil author Dilip Kumar. He was born in a Gujarati-speaking family in Coimbatore but his maternal uncle lived in Sowcarpet. He knew what made the neighborhood tick. He\u2019d visited the place as a boy, and later as a young man looking for work in the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back in the 1970s, for anyone with literary ambitions in Tamil, Madras was the place to be. In which other Indian city would a regional language writer when asked \u201cHave you read Jean Paul Sartre?\u201d come back with, \u201cWhy don\u2019t you ask Sartre if he has read me?\u201d (This was the Tamil writer D. Jayakanthan, Dilip Kumar\u2019s early idol with whose writing he grew disillusioned later.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the age of 28, Dilip Kumar moved to the metropolis where he\u2019d make his mark as a writer, translator-promoter, and exporter of modern Tamil literature. Today, he is an acknowledged authority on contemporary Tamil fiction and is sought after by universities abroad for his expertise on the topic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The author\u2019s improbable literary career took off when an early work, Theervu<\/em>, \u201cthe solution\u201d won The Best Tamil Short Story of the Year award for 1977. The story was set in the Gujarati locality close to the Ekambareswarar Temple on Mint Street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The temple, which came up in the 1680s, had been commissioned by Alanganatha Pillai, a dubash <\/em>or translator with the British East India Company. \u201cLike the city\u2019s other famous temples, this one appears quite ordinary to its habitu\u00e9s, and magnificent to infrequent visitors,\u201d Dilip Kumar wrote of the historic temple and set the stage for his early stories.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

In this neighborhood called Ekambareswarar Agraharam, you will run into stereotype-shattering characters. Not all the Gujaratis here are saits\u00a0<\/em>or wealthy merchants with money to hoard (or lend) \u2013 some even hold ordinary government jobs. True, Mittu Mama, a 70-year-old foodie, a protagonist of three excellent stories, was a well-to-do businessman once. Even in his newly straitened circumstances, he displays an appetite for life, a heart-warming exuberance. Gangu Patti is not an average religious old woman, though she can prescribe rituals for anything which affects a woman\u2019s domestic bliss. The well-read widow, with her piquant talk, is beloved of the many younger residents in the building who seek her counsel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even some minor characters in the Agraharam are well-etched. For instance, take Suri, the well-dressed loafer and bi-lingual curser. He metes out justice with his stick — whether the wrong-doer is Tamil or Gujarati makes no difference to him. There is the miserly Jeevanlal who refuses to pay for the treatment of the dhobi\u2019s donkey which broke the possibly fatal fall of his kite-flying 8-year-old son. Suri should \u201creason\u201d with Jeevanlal, you begin to think. The stories give you a sense of being inter-connected though, except for Mittu Mama, no character appears in more than one story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dilip Kumar\u2019s realistic fiction is never dispiriting \u2013 so don\u2019t be surprised if you\u2019ll find yourself guffawing right in the middle of an insightful short story. His works have been translated into many Indian and European languages. You\u2019ll also find a Sowcarpet-based short story in each of the two Chennai-themed anthologies, The Unhurried City <\/em>and Madras on your Mind<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you do choose to visit Sowcarpet after reading the stories, don\u2019t look for Dilip Kumar\u2019s residence there. The 67-year-old litterateur lives, with his wife Ambika, in a flat in a shaded cul-de-sac in Mandaveli. They are avid readers both; their drawing room is quiet, library-like.  Overall, the ambience here is quite different from the congested streets downtown where commerce rules.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 <\/em>Mind Your Tongue <\/strong>by Dilip Kumar<\/strong>\u2013 in Madras on your Mind<\/strong>, edited by Chitra Viraraghavan and Krishna Shastri Devulapalli.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 The Solution by Dilip Kumar\u2013 inThe Unhurried City: Writings on Chennai <\/em>edited by C. S. Lakshmi<\/em><\/strong><\/h1>\n\n\n\n

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