The stories in this collection are bound by their protagonists - outsiders looking in - whether it is the taxi wallah of the title story who ferries tourists to upmarket hotels in Gulshan, the chokra for whom the streets of Dhaka are both sustenance and threat, Rabia the maid who feels compelled to call even the youngest of her employer's children Apa, or the brick breaker who finds his life draining away as he hammers rubble at construction sites.
Fuelled by Choudhury's trademark linguistic verve and energy, Taxi Wallah and Other Stories is a searing yet tender portrait of a country that is fractured but let’s in light through the cracks.
After studying creative writing at Oberlin College and the University of East Anglia, Numair Atif Choudhury did his PhD from the University of Texas, Dallas. He had been working on his epic first novel for nearly fifteen years, but soon after completing the final draft, he passed away in an accident in 2018.
The first story I read by Numair was the terrific 'Chokra. It was in the early 2000s. I had one e published story to my credit at the time and no prospects of others in sight. A novel had been chipping away in my brain, of which I hadn't the first word. I was at one or another job I reviled, and the best days of my week were Saturday afternoons spent at a bookstore. Since I couldn't afford to buy the books, I browsed through them at the shelves or brought a stack to a table in the café and happily lost track of the next few hours in their company. It was on one of these afternoons at Borders in Chicago that I happened upon an anthology of English writing by South Asian authors and, looking through the table of contents, arrived at the name of Numair Choudhury at the very end, chronologically the youngest writer in the collection. The other names were up and coming and established luminaries in South Asian English writing, including Salman Rushdie, Jhumpa Lahiri, Hanif Kureishi, Anita Desai and Michael Ondaatje.
The author bio of this Numair Choudhury said he was born in Bangladesh in the mid-seventies, recounted his education to date, and had him pursuing a higher degree in the US. These being the backward ages before social media, I couldn't bring out my Smartphone and confirm my suspicion. I couldn't even jump online and Google the name. At the same time, I was certain that this was the Numair Choudhury I had known in Dhaka.
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