Can’t quite pull off the trick of stripping small-town India’s facade of apparent mundaneness to find something more engaging.
Chai, chai is about the small-town India that lies behind these junctions, so redolent with railway history; towns like Shoranur, Guntakal and Jhansi. It’s a wonderful premise, because it could capture the way the towns face the decline in their main business while grappling with the demands of an economically thrusting new India. Sadly, it’s let down by appalling editing—books like this really need to demonstrate a greater familiarity with the definite article. And it’s a bit disorienting to have a man alight at 3:15 am and two pages later talk of being woken up at 4, still in the train!
Ghosh works hard on the back stories (there’s a search for Lal Bahadur Shastri’s alma mater in Mughalsarai, and a visit to a dharamsala where Mahatma Gandhi once stayed). But he can’t quite pull off the trick of stripping small-town India’s facade of apparent mundaneness to find something more engaging. It’s a trick that arguably only Pankaj Mishra has pulled off with his Butter Chicken in Ludhiana. Chai, chai fails here, leaving travel writing fans unfulfilled and wondering what the fuss was all about.