The White Tiger : Out of the Cage, Into the Hearts

Hilarious Murder ,not a mystery

 

Helloo all, finally we have nabbed the tiger just on the way to the deep dark jungles. After hunting for years, our virtuosic tiger over here (aka Mr Adiga) has his mouth full of a long shiny trophy, a booker prize (loud applause). The jury was laughing there ass off, and here he was, our hilarious Mr Adiga,a true son of the motherland, standing on stage, and wavin his shiny souvenir like one of those hand fans you can find in a dingy at Pallika Bazaar, New Delhi, ‘JAI HO’.

One of the most hilarious sarcasms i’ve ever witnessed, he was even more funny than my padosi aunty, weighing about a ton, and has this obvious India Aunty nature, of peepin whenver a long sedan stops in front of the house. Then she goes back in, where there is our 20 kg uncle, ‘Bahar vekh khotte, lambi gaddi, kabhi tere pyon ne bhi vekhi hain’. JAI HO.

Now, since my padosi aunty is not our subject today, let us talk about  our little animal over here. Our Hero of the story is a small town kid, big town dreams living near Ganga Kinaare. Now u’ll not find many indians who hate the holy ganga, i know that  every thing under the sun is being dumped in it thesa days, but c’mon man, it is ganga we are talkin bout.

He mentions all this in a 500 page love  letter (sigh) to a small thinga chinky, Mr somethinn ‘ooo’  this big time babbuu in a chinii sarkar. I guess Mr Adiga predicted the future, we don want our brothers from another mother to get angry do we. JAI HO.

So, this small town kid, whose fascinated with a conductor’s dress and a whistle, had a lot of brains, was a first class student in school. The school is the place in the book where you come to know why the book is named what it is named. In a village , what all do we find,1. A kuan,2. Kuan ke pass Ladkiyan, 3. Ladkyon ke pass Zamindar, 4. Zamindar ke pass Zamin, & 5. Zamin ke pass fir kuan. So it all goes round nd round, chukki peeesing & Peesing. The absolute elegance of mentioning the Landlords was the 2nd best part ,the 1st best being Pinky Madam( don worry people,well come to it) . The hero, learns to drive, and guess what he becomes a driver. Son of a rickshaw puller, behind the wheel of an expensive sedan, now this is called kismat ke karvat. And when your driving down  NRI with his NRI wife then, thazz kismat ki badi karvat. Slowly and slowly, they seem to like their new driver and some judagd here, and some jugad there our hero enters the big city. Apni Dillli. From the village roads with Khaddas,the hero’s drivin on the roads of delhi with bigger khaddas(its rainning these days you know). JAI HO

And when the hero was getting accustomed to the round nd round flyover, the malik here was learning how to oil the indian machinery, even that oil is adulterated. The zoo family here ( you’ll know when you read it) is doin this kala dhanda of coal and all. And since in this holy motherland of ours, everything starts and ends at Delhi, so here we are an NRI with his NRI wife and his non-NRI driver in a Metro (full of Metropolitans).Even the driver her is discovering something, discovering the DEEP dark secrets of this HARDworking city. He’s discovering himself , his desires, his senses and his hopes and his dreams. And is suddenly starting to notice his NRI’s Bosse’s NRI wife, a little closely than he used too. Pinky Madam, the typical mall going, slum hating, disco dancing, skirt wearing, drunk driving, man hitting , divorcing husband, kinda lady. With qualifications like that, even the big seths would fall for her, then why not our bhola babu here.

The books goes at those tickly spots, and makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. With sheer elegance, and direct sensibl sarcasm the author tries to tell you somthing, and doesnt bore you. He points towards those innumerable hindu deities keepin intact the affection and respect. The protagonist would appear to be the hero throuh whole of the book, you can get a lil drifted in the middle, but this is Hindustan, heroes live hero, die hero, walk hero, and talk hero.

JAI HO