Thursday, December 18, 2008

Book Review- White Tiger



Everything in India, according to Aravind Adiga, the book’s author(or Balram Halwai, if you insist on technicalities) is absolutely nothing but a big, fucking joke. The story revolves around the aforementioned Balram Halwai, who moves from the village-The Darkness- into Delhi- The Light, to become a driver. Back in the village, he was taken out of school so he could work and pay off his sister’s dowry, which the groom’s parents “screwed the family” for.

 

Moving to the city, he learns a lot by listening to snippets of conversations of his masters, buys rich man clothes so he can enter a mall, “dips his beak” into a call girl and does many other things which only big, bad city boys do. Ultimately however, being the ‘first-gear’ man that he is, he gets sick of being a servant. The story takes a new turn, with Balram acquiring dreams of killing his master and being his own master. In the end, he does, and moves to Bangalore to become an entrepreneur. Don’t curse me for ruining it for you, because I didn’t, really. The storyline is more or less predictable and Balram Halwai is one of the most sluggish protagonists I’ve ever come across, at least for someone who’s supposed to be a White Tiger.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, I think the book is written wonderfully. In more than a few instances, one cannot help but chuckle at the sheer simplicity, yet somehow mixed with satire, of Balram’s words. His observations of daily life are presented in a macabre but very entertaining way. It really gets readers thinking about what a messed up country we live in.

 

If Gregory David Roberts’ Shantaram managed to ooze optimism out of every dark little Indian corner, Aravind Adiga does just the opposite. He criticizes pretty much everything, from how village women look, to how city women dress, to politicians to landlords to his own grandmother. No wonder Balram Halwai become a murderer, as his character seems to be exceptionally full of hate.

 

White Tiger is an enjoyable read, albeit extremely dark. Read it if you enjoy subtle humour, akin to that of Mark Haddon or the Adrian Mole series. Laugh at the atrocities of the Indian system(be it family, parliamentary democracy, marriage, schooling, ANYTHING!) but beware- this book has the uncanny ability to suck you in, although you might hate every bit of reading about India’s Rotten Heart.

All in all,read it only for the gruesome interpretation of India “shining” But to think this book won The Man Booker Prize- What A Fucking Joke.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Dear Terrorist, I hope you're happy

Those last few days of November 2008 was a nightmare for Mumbaikars, and for all of us with a heart. Watching the fire engulf something as beautiful as the Taj, watching Oberoi massacred, innocent Jews at the Nariman House killed... I think a little part of me died along with the countless victims of that wretched attack. Cafe Leopold, which I extensively read about in Greogory David Roberts' Shantaram was attacked too. Though I've personally never been to Mumbai, there was something so inhuman about these attacks that it very, very deeply wounded me. Maybe it's giving in to precisely what the terrorists wanted, but honestly- we don't have a choice but to be hurt. People are entering 5 star hotels and attacking us, what next? Personal Terrorist Service? Crazed, brainwashed sadists entering our homes just to kill us? This is absolutely not done.

Here is a little piece I wrote for all the terrorists who died while killing.

You got your hand grenades
A heart full of devastating hate
You gun us down and kill yourself
I hope you're happy..

You subdued the city of dreams
Changed our hopes into shattered screams
You made us cry with our backs to the wall
I hope you're happy...

You killed our men of guts and skill
Caused havoc with blood curdling ill will
And now you lie with blood in your eyes
I hope you're happy...

You had a nation under your heel
Made us numb, made us cry, made us feel
Now you're bodies are blown apart
I hope you're happy...




Also, my heartfelt regards to the following people:
1) The NSG commandos. True heroes. I salute
2) The Mumbai police.
3) NDTV staff. Especially Srinivasan Jain. For the excellent coverage even though your eyes were drooping with lack of sleep for over 50 hours.