Vallath, Ram G.;
Oops the Mighty Gurgle
Westland, 2012, 222 pages
ISBN 9381626936, 9789381626931
topics: | fiction | indian-english | children
A far-ranging children's fantasy involving aliens who arrive on a whale-shaped spaceship and attempt to link up with penguins who are the true intelligence on earth.
Like other Indian children's books of recent times (e.g. Himanjali Sankar's The Stupendous Timetelling Superdog, or Anushka Ravishankar's Moin and the Monster, the audience for this book would be mostly anglicized English-medium Indian children (like this reviewer). However, there is little here that such a child can connect to. Vallath's protagonist Kia is adept at reciting Shakespeare, and the mighty Oops looks like a pumpkin, a vegetable more familiar in connection with halloween than in an Indian context. The character in history mentioned is Attila the Hun.
Thus, all place and character names are non-Indian, so the story has no locale, neither here nor there. Perhaps this was the intention, but this results in characters that lack believability and a work that, in the end, the reader fails to invest much emotion into.
When they saw the whale, Chuck and Kia were searching for rocks in the park.
They had to collect different samples from all over the neighbourhood and catalogue them for a school project. It had come as a major shock to Kia when she found out that she was paired with Chuck for the project. ‘Maybe it is because the teacher wanted to average out our IQs,’ she had consoled herself. Kia was Chuck’s neighbour. When they had moved in some months back, Kia had been enthusiastic about being friends until she found out that Chuck could neither do four-digit multiplications in his head nor recite Shakespeare’s plays without skipping any line. She believed any half-witted fourteen-year-old should be able to do these, even with his eyes closed! She quickly classified Chuck as a doofus. When she felt a bit more indulgent, she would refer to him as a laughing jackass. Chuck, from Chuckler, so nicknamed for his habit of chuckling and laughing, had been excited to find that he had a new neighbour and even more excited to find that she was his classmate. But he soon came to the conclusion that Kia was an insufferable know-it-all, a view shared by most people, which is why she was nicknamed Kia. She was so nerdy that even sitting next to her made one better at maths. Granted, she was quite pretty, if one were to ignore her glasses. But she spoke far too much, and Chuck used to wonder when she ever got a chance to breathe. ‘Maybe she has hidden gills,’ he had confided to his mother. Chuck wanted to wind up the rock-hunting quickly and play with his friends. A Saturday evening spent with a super nerd was not his idea of fun. He kept showing all sorts of different rocks to Kia to push the thing along, though she was behaving like a really ill-tempered warthog: ‘Chuck, really, just because that rock is perfectly round, it doesn’t make it special!’ ‘That is dried deer turd, you moron!’ ‘How do you expect us to cart a ten kg rock to school?’ In spite of these minor objections, they managed to round up a fair collection of colourful rocks. It was then that they saw the whale. This whale was not thrashing around and spouting in the sea as good, well-mannered whales should. This one seemed to be absolutely clueless about natural habitats. It was floating in the sky right above them. Chuck and Kia were frightened out of their wits. A whopping hundred-foot whale, silently floating twenty feet above their heads, was something slightly outside the realm of possibility. The fact that the whale was grinning in a sinister fashion made them even more petrified. Kia clutched Chuck’s hand in terror. While the apparition made Chuck speechless, the effect on Kia was to galvanize her into what she did best — talk. ‘It is gurr-gurrr-gur-inning!’ she managed to stutter, her voice shaking. But then her natural instinct took over, and she went on to explain that this could be a mutant whale with flying capabilities created by the dumping of nuclear waste into the sea. The alternate explanation was that the evening sun had made them hallucinate. But this was less probable since they were both seeing the same thing and there was no way that the sun could have acted the same way on her superior brain and Chuck’s rather more frivolous one. They studied the whale. Their initial fear had given way to curiosity, and neither of them wanted to miss the treat of a lifetime by walking away from a flying, grinning whale. ‘Heehaw, heehaw,’ brayed the whale encouragingly in a soft, crooning voice. ‘The whale is a bit confused, I think. Or one of his parents was a donkey,’ said Chuck thoughtfully. ‘A crooning donkey and a flying whale rolled into one? Am I going nuts?’ The whale slowly descended till it was five feet above the ground. After hovering there for some time, it landed on the ground as lightly as a feather. Instinctively, Kia and Chuck hid themselves behind a tree and peeped out. The whale wriggled around a bit to find the most comfortable position, and then opened its mouth wide. The inside of its mouth was as big as a room and it had steps leading down to the ground. As they watched in fascination, a pumpkin came down the steps.
The pumpkin was about three feet high and two feet wide. It had two huge eyes, two large ears, and a pig-like snout. Its wide mouth seemed to be smiling all the time. Attached to the round body were two pudgy arms and two short stubby legs. Chuck and Kia held their breath. Kia held her breath a bit too hard, and she sneezed. The pumpkin jumped, looking startled. It peered around and spotted the peeping pair. It stared at them fixedly, ready to run at the slightest provocation. Chuck gathered up courage and walked over to the pumpkin. ‘Ooee bree gurr?’* asked the pumpkin, bowing politely. ‘Eh? How is that again?’ asked Chuck, trying to decode this fascinating series of grunts. ‘Oh, English speaking,’ said the pumpkin in a Texan drawl. ‘Yes. Well, who are you?’ Chuck asked. The pumpkin took a long look at him and said, ‘Oops.’ ‘Why? What happened?’ asked Chuck. ‘My name is Oops,’ said the pumpkin. ‘Are you all right? Are you hurt? Does it hurt to say your name? Have you forgotten your name?’ Kia gathered enough courage to peep over Chuck’s left shoulder. ‘My name is Oops,’ said the pumpkin again. ‘Kia, I think it means its name is Oops,’ said Chuck helpfully. Having talked a whole sentence longer with the pumpkin than Kia, he now considered himself more of an expert on Pumpkinese; or to be more precise, English spoken by pumpkins. ‘Oh my god! That is so lame! This is the first time I have heard a name like that,’ said Kia. ‘Yeah, sure! As if you meet talking walking pumpkins every day!’ said Chuck. ‘I am not lame. Neither am I to be referred to as "that" or "it". I am Oops, son of Aha. A bit of respect would be in order,’ said Oops haughtily. ‘What are you?’ asked Kia. ‘Gurgle,’ said the pumpkin. ‘I think there is a frog in your throat,’ said Kia, laughing. Oops drew himself up to his full height. ‘I am a gurgle, you female moron. I come from a time much later than yours, in a different dimension. We gurgles are dangerous. So don’t mess with us. Laughing at us is the worst form of messing with us, almost as bad as making juice from us,’ he said, trying to look dangerous. He also growled to drive home the point. The growl did not work too well since the gurgle had the voice of a four-year-old child. ‘How dare you call me a moron? Do you know I have an IQ of 179? Anyway, what do you mean you come from a time much later? Do you mean to claim that you are a time traveller from the future? And what do you mean by a different dimension?’ Kia seemed to be playing ‘twenty questions’. ‘Okay, you may not be a moron; just primitive. Yes, I am a time traveller and I come from several million years in your future. I also come from a parallel dimension, where the reality is slightly different from that in your dimension. In our dimension, gurgles are the dominant intelligent species in the universe.’ ‘I don’t believe it. Time travel is possible only in theory. And the existence of parallel dimensions is complete science fiction. You must be mistaken. Maybe you are a mutant who has schizophrenia?’ Kia was well versed with the various theories on time travel. Oops was not amused by this and expressed it by snorting with great dignity. Gurgles did not lie, he said. And that she, with her IQ of 179, should not lightly dismiss things she did not understand. ‘You mean to tell me that there is a parallel reality in which pumpkins become the dominant intelligent species far into the future?’ Kia asked skeptically. ‘Pumpkin? I am not a vegetable. I am a gurgle,’ Oops said indignantly, again drawing himself up to his full three feet one inch. ‘In the distant past, millions of years back, our ancestors were pumpkins. But we hate to talk about that. And humans in our reality tremble at the sight of gurgles. We eat them alive if they so much as sneeze at us. So better not call me Pumpkin or ... or Shorty, for that matter. Understand?’ Oops tried to look threatening. Kia and Chuck exchanged glances. Oops looked so incongruous in his threatening posture that Chuck was giggling soundlessly. Kia contented herself by dimpling in a more dignified manner. ‘What brings you here?’ asked Chuck. ‘I want beer,’ said Oops. Chuck raised his brows, while Kia looked at Oops in distaste. Jumping millions of years and multiple realities to glug down beer seemed a little desperate. ‘Are you old enough to consume alcohol?’ Chuck asked. ‘Don’t insult me, human. I am a fully grown gurgle. And consume beer? Don’t attribute your human vices to gurgles. We use beer to run our spitters, that is, our Space Time Reality Jumpers,’ said Oops. He pointed to the whale. ‘That is my spitter, the Billennium Falcon.’ ‘Oh, the whale is a ship? Why does it look like a whale? And what is with the donkey crooning? Donkeys do not croon in this country,’ said Kia grandly, as if any donkey found guilty of being musical in their great country was liable for instant arrest. ‘We don’t like to startle beings of the space time reality we jump to. So the computer is programmed to make the spitter appear like a local creature. For good measure, it also gives out sounds like the creature.’ ‘Well, I guess it doesn’t know our reality too well. Whales don’t come flying out of the sea. So to see one floating in the middle of a park will have people running for cover; especially when it brays like a donkey. That is a strict no-no. Only donkeys say "heehaw", and they don’t use a horrible crooning voice for that. Your computer is nuts,’ said Kia. ‘I wonder how that mistake happened. My controller programme is the latest generation, with all possible data of all realities and eras. In fact, it even has a personality. I just got it installed. It is called Critter, short for Controller of the Spitter,’ said Oops worriedly, looking at the spitter. The whale grinned, winked, and gave out a loud guffaw. ‘Oh wow! His personality includes a mad sense of humour!’ said Kia. ‘Enough. Change your shape into something else,’ Oops told the spitter. It instantly turned into a cow. Oops explained that the cow was only the visible part and the rest of the spitter was in hyperspace. ‘Now I need your help, humans. I need you to take me somewhere where I can get some beer. I don’t need much. Just a couple of cans will do.’ ‘I can’t believe a couple of cans of beer can create the energy required to drive the ship across space and time. I thought you needed to create wormholes in the fabric of space-time, which requires enormous amounts of energy,’ said Kia, doing her best to convince this impressive being that her IQ was indeed 179. ‘I can explain the entire theory behind it ...’ ‘Yes, yes, some other time, I am sure,’ said Oops hurriedly. Physics always gave him a mild headache, and since most of him was his head, this was rather inconvenient. ‘We do require enormous amounts of energy to run the spitters. Most aerated liquids can be broken down to subatomic levels using the latest technology. That releases these enormous energies — a bit like your nuclear energy — and the engine uses the energy to jump. The wormholes are made by specially developed worms that eat through the fabric of space-time. They also eat through one’s supply of potassium salts if they are not kept in check.’ ‘Worms? Physical, live worms? Wormholes are just a mathematical concept,’ Kia said in astonishment. Chuck, who had heard of wormholes in his favourite animated sci-fi TV series, had assumed vaguely that they involved live worms. He was happy to hear that in this case he, and not Kia, was right. Wormholes as mathematical concepts? What stupidity would they come up with next? ‘Well, for many millennia, that is what physicists believed. Then there was an accident in the lab of a famous scientist who was working on genetically engineering worms to become bookworms that could devour all ancient books and texts and convert them to digital formats. This led to the creation of a really hungry worm that managed to chew through five manuscripts, ten dictionaries, the scientist’s lunch, Gone with the Wind, and a bit of space-time, all in one second. This created a wormhole in space-time, and the scientist, who was holding the worm in his hand, suddenly found himself on top of Mount Everest wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Luckily, he fell back through the wormhole into his lab and only broke a leg.’ ‘If most aerated liquids can create energy for the ship, why use beer?’ ‘Oh well, the person who invented the technology had a can of beer in hand when he was building the first engine. So he used beer. After that, the demand for beer went through the roof. The beer companies then lobbied to keep all new research out. So we are stuck with beer as the most effective fuel. Anyway, can you help me get the beer?’ Chuck suggested that they go to his house, where there was sure to be a six-pack. Kia also wanted to go along. The problem was how to get home without anyone noticing a walking pumpkin. Oops solved that problem. ‘We can vamooze. Just hold my hand, both of you. And Chuck, tell me the address of your house. My universal transporter will automatically vamooze us there.’ Chuck gave him the address, and both kids held on to Oops, wondering what vamooze was all about. Oops took his remote and looked at it. Chuck felt a funny feeling run through his body, similar to the shiver he had felt when he had banged into the principal’s ample tummy and knocked him down while charging down the school corridor. The only difference was that there was no yelling and detention this time. The shiver passed, and the three of them found themselves in front of Chuck’s house. So that is what vamoozing is, thought Chuck. Oops explained that his remote was thoughtoperated and had the map of every location. He had to just think of going to any address and the teleportation would happen. Chuck opened the front door quietly and peeped inside. No one was around. They tiptoed into the kitchen — or rather, two tiptoed and one sort of rolled. Chuck opened the fridge to take out the beer cans. That was when Floppy, Chuck’s golden retriever, made an entry. The most exciting object he had hitherto seen was a kitten that Chuck’s friend had brought. Having explored the kitten by sight, smell, hearing and subtle touch, Floppy had tried to also figure out its taste by trying to swallow it. The kitten quickly put an end to Floppy’s scientific research by adding three deep furrows to his nose. This new object seemed miles ahead in excitement quotient. Floppy charged across the room with an excited yelp, straight at Oops. Oops also let out a yelp. But whereas the yelp of Floppy was full of joy and hope, the yelp of Oops was one of pure terror. In one awesome bound, he parked himself on the top of the fridge. The energy he displayed was almost similar to that of a spitter drunk on a couple of cans of beer. ‘Wh-wh-what wild beast is that?’ he asked, once he was satisfied that Floppy could not fly, even when he wagged his ears and tail vigorously at supersonic speeds. ‘It is called a dog. I take it you don’t have dogs where you come from. It is quite safe. You can come down,’ said Chuck with a suppressed chuckle as he caught hold of Floppy’s collar and dragged him away. Kia, not so polite, was clutching her sides and laughing. Oops clambered down cautiously. He made sure there were a fair distance and a couple of kids between himself and Floppy. ‘Okay, now that you have the beer, let us go back.’ he said. ‘What is all the noise in there?’ asked Chuck’s dad as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Chuck’s mother right behind him. ‘Oh, oh. I can’t be seen by anyone,’ said Oops as he pulled out the remote and pointed at Chuck’s parents. ‘I have no option but to erase them.’ ‘Noooo. Please. They won’t do anything to you. They are sweet, nice people,’ said Chuck in complete panic. ‘Sorry. We have standard operating procedure. Section 11.3.7 in the Young Cadet’s Handbook,’ said Oops as a red beam came out of the remote and enveloped Chuck’s parents. The effect on them was very different from what Chuck had expected. For a moment, they froze and their eyes glazed over. After a few seconds, they burst out laughing. ‘They will laugh for the next two minutes. After that they will forget everything that happened in the last half hour. That is how we erase the memory,’ said Oops. ‘Now there is something I must do.’ He went over to the two adults, who were telling each other silly jokes, clutching their sides, and laughing their heads off. He bowed politely and said, ‘Oh, intelligent minds, I deeply regret the action I have had to take in erasing part of your esteemed memory. This was unavoidable, and I am sure you would have been happy if you had realised that it was for the good of your race. I also apologise for the fact that you will feel rather silly after you finish your laughing fit. As a penance, for a whole week, I will stop taking potassium salts.’ He bowed again and came back to Chuck and Kia. of the last minute. For a moment, he had had visions of his parents being atomised. Instead, to see them both laughing hysterically made him weak. ‘Okay, let’s go,’ said Chuck as he caught hold of Kia, and she in turn caught hold of Oops. Oops pulled out his remote, and a shiver later, Chuck and Kia found themselves in one spacious room with massive LCD-type screens on the walls and a control panel against the wall. ‘Back safe,’ said Oops. ‘We’re in the ship!’ said Kia. ‘I don’t like the funny feeling when we vamooze,’ said Chuck. ‘Woof woof,’ said Floppy. Oops jumped. ‘You brought that vicious animal along,’ he said accusingly. ‘Sorry. I was holding his collar. Didn’t know he would get pulled along,’ said Chuck apologetically. ‘Avast, you scurvy rats! How dare you set foot on my ship!’ thundered Blackbeard the pirate, appearing suddenly. He was fearsome: tall, broad, with a long black beard, a patch over his left eye and a demented look in his right. He brandished a long, sharp cutlass at Chuck and Kia. Chuck froze. His first real pirate did not look anywhere as romantic as he had imagined. He heard Kia gasp and felt her clutching his shoulder. Gathering up his courage, he said, ‘Chill, dude!’ This advice, though reasonable and delivered with the best of intentions, seemed to infuriate Blackbeard. He raised his cutlass high in the air, uttering bloodcurdling sounds. Chuck was debating whether to jump aside or to head-butt the pirate in the stomach when Floppy took the decision out of his hands. With a vicious snarl, he jumped at Blackbeard, his mouth open to deliver a telling bite. Floppy sailed right through Blackbeard and landed on his head. With a cackle of delight, Blackbeard disappeared, and in his place, a round spherical head appeared floating in the air. ‘Welcome aboard!’ said the head, grinning and winking. ‘Nice display, Critter. Great way to make guests feel at home,’ said an annoyed Oops.
http://www.gingerchai.com/2013/01/10/oops-the-mighty-gurgle-ramg-vallath/ The plot of the story is totally out of the world, literally! Gurgles are an extra-terrestrial species evolved from the genetically modified pumpkins on Earth. As you would have figured out by now Oops is the name of a gurgle and the protagonist of the story. These pumpkins or gurgles left the planet in fear being squeezed into pumpkin juice and now live on Unearth. They are well beyond our time... so far in the future that other species of that time refer to humans as "pre-primitive". Imagine!! Well just like them there are many other species each living on their own planets and inter-space travel is just another casual matter. The antagonists are the groinks. They are green colored highly evolved pigs. You must be wondering why green. Before you start racking your brains of any green colored pig you might have read of, remember that pigs often represent greed and envy. The author says that the groinks were so jealous of other species that they turned green with envy. Well anyways, this nature of theirs turns out be a threat for us on Earth as they are set on taking over planets and making them one of their own. The Intergalactic Governance Council is unable to reach a sound decision and thus, Oops decides to go and save Earth all alone and prove himself. On his mission he is aided by two pre-primitives i.e. humans of our era, Chuck and Kia. Oh! And even Floppy, a dog and another pre-primitive. With the Cerebums of planet Holibutt, who just worship their butts as their brains are in their bottoms and are as addicted to Assbook as we are to Facebook (Yeah guys, in the coming million years ‘having brains in his bottoms’ won’t be an insult, in-fact another species.), the ‘single and ready to mingle’ emperor of penguins who sends out matrimonial ads to outer space through the aurora borealis and other totally bizarre species that come along the journey are sure to make you laugh out loud.
http://www.telegraphindia.com/1121214/jsp/opinion/story_16307442.jsp#.Ug9hPkTqX_Y Oops the Mighty Gurgle (Duckbill, Rs 199) by RamG Vallath begins with a flying whale and a pumpkin emerging from its mouth. This pumpkin is no ordinary pumpkin; he is Oops the Mighty Gurgle, who has to save the universe and who would say "Ooee bree gurr?" to you if he met you. ("Ooee bree gurr" translates into "Can I jump on your head?", which, we are told, is a "very polite Gurglese greeting, showing a desire to be friends with someone.") Since the evil groinks — "porcine green grunters" — are intent on taking over Earth, it has fallen upon Oops, his human assistants, Chuck and Kia, and Floppy the dog to save the planet. Oops has to overcome quite a lot of obstacles on the way. He has to deal with black holes, time travel and "amorous emperor penguins". At one point, he also had to watch "in shock as groink after groink stripped off their clothes and jumped into the mud. He was horrified to see that the groinkesses were doing the same. This level of social permissiveness... was something he was not used to. Gurgles wore garments only on their legs, but taking that off in public was quite unthinkable." What works for Oops the Mighty Gurgle, apart from its humour, is that it has in generous dollops everything that children’s books in India desperately need: improbability and utter silliness. Vallath’s sense of humour is healthy; he takes the familiar ‘whenever mankind is in trouble, a hero emerges’ trope and turns it into a work of delightful creativity, complete with a hero who is a pumpkin. This book will appeal to readers of all ages.