The White Tiger

" Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing? "

Yes, I have finally joined the club. Have you noticed how every time a book wins a prize or award or any sort everyone gets divided into two classes? One is the politically correct class which have either read the book or know enough about it to bluff their way through a conversation, and the other class is the unfortunate, looked down upon who have not heard about or are frankly not bothered.

This book is truly ' common - man'. One can't do any lower than this, of course meant strictly in the light of ground reality. Another word that comes to mind to describe it is - scary.

No body can deny the truth in the way the relationship between the master and the servant, or the rich and the poor is described. In fact I think Adiga has been kind in not revealing just about everything. So if this is what is really going through our 'faithful' servant's head then truly Lord help us all. The other day as my friend and I were being dropped in some one's car we could not help sit up a little straighter, be a little more alert, watch with a little more caution. I mean I wonder what the driver was thinking?

In a manner an identity has been provided to the faceless masses of India and their plight has been presented for jugdement. And one can argue on both sides. 

Condemn them for their greed and lust for money and better things or defend their plight since greater forces are keeping them down effectively. But ultimately they too are humans with dreams and failings and when pushed beyond a point, taken for granted for too long there comes along a person who hits back , there comes along an animal once in a generation, 'The White Tiger'