Some stories stay with you not because they boast of epic narratives, but because they manage to capture the warmth, chaos, and quiet struggles of everyday life. Batatyachi Chawl, one of the most cherished short stories by P. L. Deshpande, is one such piece. Set in the tight corridors and tin-roofed homes of a humble Mumbai chawl, this story is a nostalgic journey into a world of laughter, sorrow, simplicity, and humanity.
The titular Batatyachi Chawl (literally, "Potato Chawl") is more than just a cluster of rooms — it's a microcosm of society. Within its walls live families packed together by circumstance but bound by a sense of community that is fast disappearing in today's urban sprawl. Pu La doesn't just describe a chawl; he breathes life into it. The dripping taps, the shared walls, the uninvited gossip, the festival celebrations — each detail pulls the reader into this vibrant ecosystem.
The magic of the story lies in its delicate balance of humor and melancholy. Pu La introduces us to a variety of characters — some loud, some quiet, some eccentric — but all deeply human. There’s the perennial borrower, the self-proclaimed intellectual, the music lover who plays his harmonium despite complaints, and many others who seem like someone you’ve met in real life.
What’s most striking is Pu La’s empathy. His narration doesn’t judge, it simply observes — with warmth, with affection, and with a tinge of wistfulness. He captures the small joys that come from a shared joke in the corridor or the collective sorrow when someone leaves. The story is particularly poignant when it touches upon the departure of residents and the slow, inevitable change in the chawl’s character. It’s a reminder that places are made special not by their structure, but by the people who inhabit them.
Stylistically, the writing is classic Pu La — sharp, humorous, and yet tender. His turn of phrase, especially in Marathi, is unmatched in its ability to evoke both laughter and introspection. It’s not just a description of life in a chawl, but a love letter to an era, a lifestyle, and a set of values that are fading with time.