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R. K. Laxman- The Uncommon Man

UNCOMMON MAN
Interview with cartoonist R.K. Laxman,
from Reader's Digest, December 2004.
By Ashok Mahadevan and Mohan Sivanand
He’s been one of India’s most popular cartoonists for more than five decades, but Rasipuram Krishnaswamy Laxman is not the merry, benign funnyman many of his fans fondly imagine him to be. He has a mordant view of the world, especially of politicians, and he doesn’t suffer fools of any stripe gladly. Woe betide you if you say something silly in his presence. Work has been the passion of his life, and even the stroke he suffered last year has not slowed him down much. He has to be helped to get up and to move around, but while drawing he remains as fiercely alone as ever. We met the octogenarian Magsaysay-award winner at his Mumbai home on a recent Saturday evening, but only after he’d finished his cartoons for the next day’s paper. After we’d been served fine South-Indian coffee, his testy look made it clear that there was to be no fooling around.
RD: Your cartoons are coming out just like before. How do you manage given your current state of health?
R.K.Laxman: I have been drawing since my childhood. But I don’t know how long my cartoons will continue… My left side is affected. It’s difficult to use my left hand which is very important for everything, even holding a newspaper. The paper keeps moving. I prevent that by putting off the fan and placing a weight on it. I have to read many newspapers—all are full of speeches. So boring!
RD: Then why do you read them?
RKL: To get some ideas.
RD: Do you take breaks?
RKL: I don’t think about time. I carry on till I finish my work.
RD: You don’t wear a watch?
RKL: Why should I wear a machine? If I want the time, I can ask.
RD: You’ve said in your autobiography that machines fascinate you. You repair clocks?
RKL: I used to, as a hobby. Now I can’t. Anything that goes out of order around the house, I used to repair—all the taps, the electrical connections…
RD: You’ve been in the profession for well over 50 years…
RKL: Fifty-four years in The Times of India alone.
RD: What has changed in all those years?
RKL: Politics has gone from bad to worse! Yet politicians have been providing me with my bread and butter. Morarji Desai, Deve Gowda… these kinds of characters have helped me.
RD: Name one good politician.
RKL: Manmohan Singh.
RD: Did you ever consider moving to Delhi to be near the scene of action?
RKL: I went to Delhi frequently, attended the Lok Sabha, the Rajya Sabha, but it’s better to live far away from all that—you get a better view.
RD: You’ve met many politicians in your time. Did you meet Nehru?
RKL: Yes. Also Indira Gandhi, Rajiv.
RD: What did you think of Nehru?
RKL: He was the best… gentle, cultivated and caring. He called me for ten minutes, but our meeting went on for an hour.
RD: If our leaders have changed, have our people changed too?
RKL: They remain as helpless as they ever were. They don’t react very much.
RD: Is that why your character, the Common Man, has also not changed?
RKL: He doesn’t change. He’s the ubiquitous silent observer.
RD: He’s never spoken a word?
RKL: Never.
RD: Will you give him something to say one day?
RKL: No, I won’t. The power is in keeping one’s mouth shut, not in blah-blahing.
RD: You remember the Emergency?
RKL: My God, don’t remind me.
RD: You met Indira Gandhi then.
RKL: I went and saw her, told her my profession depends upon satire and she said, ‘In a democracy cartoons are essential, you go on, don’t worry.’ But V.C. Shukla [then union information and broadcasting minister], took umbrage at one of my cartoons and warned me. I said Mrs Gandhi has asked me to carry on. ‘Don’t mention her name,’ he said, ‘many people mention her name and think they’ll get away with it.’
RD: You remember that cartoon?
RKL: It had the Common Man in a perambulator, being pushed by D.K. Barooah [then Congress president].
RD: After V.C. Shukla’s warning, you went to Mauritius for a vacation.
RKL: I had a wonderful time in Mauritius. Then I saw a newspaper in a hotel which said ‘Mrs Gandhi is to have elections soon.’ So I came back. And you know, she lost and I won!
RD: The Emergency is a part of our history. You think it can happen again?
RKL: I don’t think so. With so many terrorists around, nobody will risk it.
RD: Did being the youngest in a family of eight children help you become what you are?
RKL: A great advantage I had was that my family never interfered with me. As a kid when I drew on the wall, they appreciated it. When I failed in school because I was weak in mathematics, they never questioned me.
RD: Even though your father was a strict headmaster?
RKL: He never questioned me. So I developed my art on my own. Just see how the mothers and fathers of today harass their children!
RD: You were close to your mother?
RKL: Very close. My mother was an orthodox South Indian lady. She had had no formal education, but was well-versed in the Tamil classics, the
Ramayana, the Mahabharata, even Shakespeare. She was a good tennis player and a great chess player. The maharani of Mysore was her close friend. Whenever she played chess with the maharani, Mother used to get defeated deliberately, so that there’d be no ego problems.
RD: And your brother, R.K. Narayan—did he influence your career?
RKL: I started to illustrate his short
stories, essays and novels even when I was very young.
RD: Was there any other brother who influenced you?
RKL: They were all appreciative. Once I was copying a cartoon from Punch. One of my brothers who was passing by said, ‘Never copy. Draw from real life!’ From that day, I never copied.
RD: Did any of your teachers encourage you to draw?
RKL: One day in primary school the teacher told our class, ‘Draw a leaf’ and left. Later, as each boy showed him his work, the teacher was furious. When my turn came, he looked at the peepal leaf on my slate and asked, ‘Did you draw this?’ I got scared and said ‘No sir...’ and started walking backwards, thinking I’d get a slap. But he said ‘Very good, you’ll become a good artist,’ and gave me 10 marks out of 10.
RD: Were you keen on your studies?
RKL: No. Who needs a degree for my type of work? My degree certificate is
still in the Mysore University registrar’s office—I haven’t yet picked it up! But I have [honorary] doctorates, doctor of Marathwada University, Mysore University…. [laughs].
RD: After high school, you applied to Mumbai’s J.J. School of Art?
RKL: And I was rejected. Those idiots said I showed no signs of talent. They did me a favour—that’s the irony.
RD: If you’d got into J.J., what would you have been today?
RKL: I would have been in some
advertising company, an artist doing babies’ food and ladies’ lipsticks.
RD: Years later, J.J. School invited you to an awards ceremony.
RKL: I gave away the awards. Then they said, ‘Speech, speech!’ and so I spoke. I described how I was rejected years back. I repeated their words: ‘You show no talent whatsoever.’
RD: There’s a theory that many
creative people do poorly in studies.
RKL: Too much school and college! The year my brother R.K. Narayan wrote his famous book Swami and Friends, he failed in his BA English!
RD: Do you always get ideas for your cartoons?
RKL: Each day is worrisome. My God, what-am-I-going-to-do, that sort of thing. The moment you finish your drawing for the day, the next day is already upon you. But somehow all these years, something, some politician or other, has provided me ideas—touch wood.
RD: Haven’t you told yourself ‘Look,
I know the idea is going to come anyway, so I mustn’t worry about it’?
RKL: That overconfidence is never there.
RD: Have you ever been told by your editor what to draw?
RKL: Never.
RD: You started writing books, too, after many years of drawing cartoons. What was your first book?
RKL: Hotel Riviera, a novel.
RD: That was based on the hotel
you lived in when you first came to Bombay?
RKL: Yes. How do you know that?
RD: It’s in your autobiography.
RKL: I see… I haven’t read it.
RD: Why do you paint crows?
RKL: I like that bird very much. Stands out against any background. Black
and white, subtle green and black,
blue and black, and it’s the most
intelligent bird.
RD: You like it for its intelligence?
RKL: For its colour and shape. The ugly bird is the peacock—over-rated, too garish.
RD: That’s the national bird. You think the national bird should be the crow?
RKL: Yes, the crow!
RD: How would you describe your own cartoons?
RKL: It-could-be-better… sort of thing. I wish I had drawn that like this.
RD: So if you had a chance to correct it, you would?
RKL: No I wouldn’t. I would say ‘It’s good enough.’
RD: Did you ever have any disappointments in your career?
RKL: Fortunately, no.
RD: What do you attribute that to?
RKL: Hard work.
RD: With many new cars available, why do you drive an Ambassador?
RKL: It’s one of the best cars.
Spacious, very strong. The black Ambassador is my favourite.
RD: Even in your cartoons, when you draw a car or a plane, you draw old models. You don’t draw Hondas and Marutis, you draw Ambassadors.
RKL: Not purposely. Perhaps I am not observing modern-day cars. Planes have not changed much.
RD: What is it like being a famous
person?
RKL: I don’t feel great.
RD: But you must get invitations from everyone to go here and there.
RKL: Yes. I used to address Rotary clubs, Freemasons, this, that. But I’ve stopped now.
RD: Did you belong to any of these
societies?
RKL: No, not even human society. I’m a loner. 
(Source: Reader's Digest.)
This is one of my favorite interviews from the magazine. I still remember those days as a kid and teenager when I would turn to the Interviews page first and then read the rest of the contents in RD. Like our Bajaj scooter, Frooti, Tinkle, Champak, and Chandamama, Reader's Digest has been a sweet part of my childhood and later teen years. I first saw 'Swami & his Friends' on Doordarshan as a kid, when we did not have satellite cable TV. I must have been 7 years old when I first came to know of 'Malgudi Days' and their signature tune 'Ta Na Na Na Na Na'. Us kids would hum this tune and title song of Mowgli in school. I think Malgudi Days used to air on Wednesdays. Years later, I came to know about other books of R. K. Narayan and the fact that him and R.K. Laxman were brothers. Seldom has such talent been seen in a family. Such great literati will be missed and will be remembered for time immemorial. 

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