हिंदी : कृश्न चन्दर Urdu Profile:کرشن چندر Krishan Chander was an Urdu and Hindi writer of short stories and novels. He also worked on English.
He was a prolific writer, penning over 20 novels, 30 collections of short stories and scores of radio plays in Urdu, and later, after partition of the country, took to writing in Hindi as well.
He also wrote screen-plays for Bollywood movies to supplement his meagre income as an author of satirical stories. Krishan Chander's novels (including the classic : Ek Gadhe Ki Sarguzasht, trans. Autobiography of a Donkey) have been translated into over 16 Indian languages and some foreign languages, including English.
His short story "Annadata" (trans: The Giver of Grain – an obsequious appellation used by Indian peasants for their feudal land-owners), was made into the film Dharti Ke Lal (1946) by Khwaja Ahmad Abbas – which led to his being offered work regularly as a screenwriter by Bollywood, including such populist hits as Mamta (1966) and Sharafat (1970). He wrote his film scripts in Urdu
My cousin sent this to me from Pakistan and for a long time it remained on my shelf without spurring any particular interest. Then one day I picked it up and read the first few short stories. I was not enthralled or anything, I thought, good stories, brilliant descriptions and life could go on. It took me a couple more stories to fully acknowledge the masterful art of Krishn Chandar's storytelling. And then I started relishing each story, the melancholy air, the magnificent characters. Krishan Chandar weaves such a heavy atmosphere in just a matter of few pages, it is amazing. You think you can't shed a tear for a fictitious character that stayed with you for like 6 pages? Huh, think again! Krishan Chandar wrote about The Nobodys! The Dahi Bhallay wala goonga Chandru, the ill Kachray wala, the ever-loving and lonely Taayi Aisri, the kaalu bhangi, Maha Laxmi ka pul, the tough and naive Daani.. These nobodys are in every society. Nobody cares if they live or die, nobody cares what happens to them. Generations after generations, they just come and go..their lives amount to nothing, spent in factories or cleaning the streets or dying drowning in the rivers or hit by vehicles. Krishn Chandar writes about them, their aspirations, their struggles..It's poignant, it's brutal..but how long are we going to look away? It's like Manto, but on different subjects.
Absolutely loved these stories. Fantastic descriptions, innocent, larger than life characters, and literature that is mine..It's about my streets, my culture, my people, my shortcomings.