After such a bizarre choice of Bob Dylan last year, I am so happy that this year's Nobel Prize for literature has gone to one of the most deserving writers in the last few years.  Unfortunately, I am not quite familiar with the actual craft of his writing; but I am most definitely going to correct this anomaly sooner rather than later.  It is not that Kazuo Ishiguro has been an unknown quantity for me.  He can't be.  After all, this 64 years old Japanese born British author has always made his presence felt among other luminaries on the literary horizon in the last 30 odd years.  Some years ago, I saw a movie from the Merchant-Ivory production ''The Remains of The Day''.  It was an exquisite movie, receiving eight Academy Awards nominations in 1994.  Afterwards, I discovered that this film was adapted from a 1989 Booker Prize-winning novel of the same title by Kazuo Ishiguro.  And at that time, I thought if somebody could fashion out such a fine movie out of that book, it really speaks volumes about the talent of the author.  Now Mr. Ishiguro has found validation from the Nobel Committee itself, not that he needs any validation.  What is also quite a praiseworthy effort by the Committee is that this time, the honor has been bestowed upon a genuinely popular mainstream writer, and not on somebody so obscure that few people have heard of, and much less have actually read.  I think nobody's going to grudge this hour of glory to this quiet and unassuming man who has worked diligently over the years and established his reputation.  Considering the fact that Mr. Ishiguro is in his mid-sixties, you would hope that there are still a couple of books left in him, and I believe he is currently deep into his next book.  Now he must be feeling the added pressure of living up to the reputation of a Nobel Laureate.