The defining quality of Wild City is the sense of wonder that runs through every page. Though Lal is particularly interested in bird species, his affection extends to all sorts of life forms, from squirrels (whom he calls “treetop scolders”) to crocodiles and even such creatures as the predatory spider wasp (which you can apparently find in the recesses of an old music system that hasn’t been dusted in weeks; must check sometime). His writing style is friendly and conversational – even in the essays where he isn’t doing much more than describing the nesting habits or evolutionary history of a particular species, he sprinkles his prose with colourful analogies, so that the story becomes much more immediate than a zoology lesson. The squabbling of a gang of jungle babblers is likened to “an edition of The Big Fight gone out of control”; a praying mantis chomps on a honey bee “as if it were a bhutta” and cleans every barb on its own forearms as if it were “licking off curry trickles”.
And here’s his description of the peril faced by the male spider when he approaches the female for mating:
Many spider-women may be one hundred times larger than their men, sometimes even more, and they are always bingeing, especially on husbands. When a male spider comes courting, he has to make sure he is the date and not the dinner, or at least ensure that he has a date before becoming the dinner. Some bring their dates gifts – a freshly caught fly or cockroach, perhaps, nicely gift-wrapped. While she is busy unwrapping or consuming her “box of chocolates”, he sneaks up to her, does what he has to, and beats it. Others twang dreamy musical notes on the edge of the web as though it were a harp, this lulls the girls into believing that he is but a cute cretin serenading them and not to be eaten, at least until he’s had his fun.Though most of the pieces here deal with a particular species of animal, bird or insect, there are also standalone chapters on, for instance, Delhi’s beautiful Ridge forest and the Budha Jayanti Park alongside it, or the historic Nicholson cemetery which used to sustain over 50 species of birds (“a cemetery, if left to itself, is a place where the dead look after the living”). Also, an essay – a rare one that moves outside the National Capital Region – where he discusses the artifice on display in the Jurong Bird Park and Night Safari in Singapore:
At 12 pm every day, a tropical thunderstorm is simulated in this aviary – as most things in Singapore are – but fear not, the walkway running around the aviary does not get showered, only the central “rainforest” part of it does, so you remain dry and bored... The fact that macaws can be taught to race each other on cycles is not what we should be teaching our children about these beautiful birds; these are rare and endangered birds that have their own comic dignity and grace and are not meant to be kept as pets and taught silly tricks.Though Lal has had books published by heavyweights like Penguin India and Puffin, he is very much the retiring writer, someone who’d much rather spend his time on nature walks (or wait for hours for a rare bird to appear within binocular range) than at book events. I met him at his Civil Lines home a few months ago – it was a short, to-the-point visit (I needed his inputs for a story I was doing for City Limits magazine, about literature involving Delhi) and there wasn’t much scope for an indepth conversation. He’s a small man, a little hesitant in his speech at first, but as we got talking he opened up. Soon he was sifting through the many books in his room, pulling out a tattered copy of one of his favourites, Usha Ganguli’s A Guide to the Birds of the Delhi Region, a comprehensive nature study that is sadly out of print today.
“Among the world’s major metropolitan centres, Delhi’s bird-life is second only to Nairobi’s,” he told me. “Unfortunately, as a people, we are not that interested in nature – we have no idea how rich we are and how poor we are going to become. Even when you see people feeding birds or monkeys, it’s very often done for selfish reasons – as a religious offering, for personal success, done on specific days of the week.”
He also named Delhi books in other categories (history, architecture) that he admired, and remarked that he was a bit surprised by the paucity of fiction set in Delhi. “If you were reading some of the literature set in a city like London, you’d need an A-to-Z guide simply to figure out the street names,” he said. “One problem with Delhi might be that there isn’t an identifiable ethos – different pockets of the city have completely different cultures. No matter where you are, it’s possible to feel alienated. It’s a pity, because there are so many interesting things to write about.”
Almost shyly, he mentioned that he had himself written a fiction called The Life and Times of Altu Faltu a few years ago, a take-off on Delhi society – political skullduggery and convenient social alliances – where the characters were all (literally) monkeys. The book seems to have vanished from sight though. “Even I have a hard time getting my hands on it today,” he said. He also recently wrote a novella for older children titled The Battle for No. 19, about a group of children trapped in a house during the anti-Sikh riots of 1984. I read it some time ago – it’s a book that pulls no punches, describing, for example, the brutal murder of an affable taxi-driver while his young passengers listen to his screams in horror. “I don’t see why a book on the riot theme can’t be written for young readers,” Lal said, as he handed me an extra copy that he had lying around. “Why soft-pedal these issues?”
As I was leaving, I mentioned that I had long thought about joining a bird-watchers’ club myself (for initial information about the best spots in and around Delhi) or making enquires about nature walks but had never got around to it. He gave me the number of someone he knows who organises these things; needless to say, I haven’t called the number yet.
[Information on Wild City and other titles by Lal here]