The Hindu (Bangalore)

Shock and awe: Life as India’s Snakeman

- Gowri S

Promise me you won’t kill a snake — Romulus Whitaker’s mother said to the young boy, when he brought home his first milk snake in a jelly jar. He had found it under a rock on the pastures of Upstate New York’s Hoosick, where he spent a few of his childhood years. She called the creature beautiful. This precious moment set the tone for Whitak

er’s life and career in the company of reptiles, big and small.

And, so it should come as no surprise that his life spills over more than one volume of an autobiogra­phy.

The unassuming American who is hailed as ‘the snakeman of India’ — for Madras, the man behind the beloved Snake Park and Crocodile Bank founded in 1976 — lays bare his early years in the irreverent, engaging Snakes, Drugs, and Rock ‘N’ Roll: My Early Years (HarperColl­ins), the first part of his autobiogra­phy written with author and wife, Janaki Lenin.

Janaki and Romulus will engage with naturalist Suhel Quader over an interactio­n about the book this weekend at Champaca Bookstore.

Was the title meant to shock? From his home, on the outskirts of Bengaluru, the 80yearold opens with a hearty, full laugh.

“This seemed to be a title that would grab attention, at the snakes level, drugs level or the rock n’ roll level. It also reflects the age that I was talking about, the first 25 years of my life. I have had this title in mind for possibly 10 years!” The book is an easy read with interludes from Rom’s school days, his time in service as a medic for the US Army during the Vietnam war, and at sea as a sailor, among early days of career. The trajectory catches one unawares.

A long road

It took Janaki and Whitaker nearly five years to put the book together. It was no single moment or incident, rather the conversati­ons that the naturalist had with acquaintan­ces and friends who incessantl­y ask about what shaped his early life, growing up, and his time in

Agumbe, that led to the idea of an autobiogra­phy.

Whitaker says, “I guess people just got sick of me telling an individual story, they said, ‘we wanna hear it all’.” His early years, sometimes in astonishin­gly vivid detail, thus came alive.

The details make one wonder about how well documented Whitaker’s childhood years were.

“Actually, my mom Dorris Norden can be blamed for a lot of it because she was wonderful! She saved so many of my early writings, like the letters I sent home from school.

“Before she passed, she handed over everything she collected over the years. And it’s not only the letters that I wrote home, but the letters I wrote to my cousins in America. They were very fascinated by my life in India,” he recalls.

In all the hours spent discussing the flow of his memories, he is evidently nostalgic for some parts of his early childhood.

“Even though I was born in New York City and spent a few years there, the move to Hoosick out in the countrysid­e was just magical. That set the tone for the rest of my life, really. I wanted to be out in the wild then, and I am still the same. If I want to relive something, it would be going back to that place.”

Through the narrative, the onus Whitaker places on people and relationsh­ips is unmissable. A tiny window into his life and move to India, his school days in Lawrence School, Lovedale, and Highclerc School (now Kodaikanal Internatio­nal) and his relationsh­ip with his Indian stepfather Rama Chattopadh­yay, and stepgrandp­arents Harindrana­th and Kamaladevi Chattopadh­yay, all make the narrative personal.

When he started working, a few others became pivotal to his life in the wild. In the US, it was his former boss at the Miami Serpentari­um, Bill Haast, and a hero of yesteryear, Raymond Ditmars of the Bronx Zoo, and in India, another hero, a British doctor and herpetolog­ist called Colonel Frank Wall.

A welllived life lends itself naturally to an engaging read. “Well, it’s my story so it’s a bit hard not to boast too much but we did try to minimise the ‘I, me, mine’ adjectives. The combinatio­n of my memory, and Janaki’s editorial skill is what shaped it,” Whitaker adds.

This volume barely scratches the surface of his life’s work as a naturalist. “The book shows me as a kid who didn’t really gel with academics at all. I had much more fun out in the wild.”

He assures, “The second volume is in preparatio­n and we are halfway through it. I have 100 times more stories to filter out, and I am fortunate that Janaki is very clinical about getting the right story in the right place. We have to be meticulous in choosing the best ones.”

Most mornings now are spent poring over nuggets of found memories and sheafs of research. More from an extraordin­ary life await, where all the wild things are.

Join Janaki Lenin, Romulus Whitaker and Suhel Quader for a fireside chat at Champaca Bookstore.on March 29, 6pm.

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A life well lived Whitaker with his first milk snake in Hoosick, 1947 (right), memorable incidents from over the years.

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