The White Tiger

The White Tiger is a narration by an individual on his life and the vindication of his actions. It is the self-accounted story of person who hails from a poor village background and rises to the level of an entrepreneur in Bangalore. It is a very possible story of any Indian youth, just that you begin to feel there are other overlooked stories. Even after the acceptance of the probability one never fails to see the bashing unnecessary. Adiga could have at least spared Gandhi. Leaving the righteousness of the story apart Adiga is definitely a compulsive writer who keeps us pace with the events .One additional thing that personally turned me off were the reasons used to defend the lack of virtue. The end never justifies the means. It would have appealed a lot more had it carried a simple "moral of the story". When the question of deserving man-booker comes I can not comment as i have not really read the others on the list. Apparently, as like the slum dog millionaire the outside world tends to shower credit more than entitled when the subject involves substandard India. The white tiger might not be, but Adiga is a promise!!

Yet another day of Obsession.

It was Saturday morning I was all set for the brisk day. Yeah, obviously shopping. You know how much shopping, frankly writing window shopping is important in a woman's life. But this time i was in for a real shopping. There were some indispensable stuffs to buy. I had made a neat what-and-where to buy list in an orderly fashion. Only the deed of buying itself was left.

Time raced. It was almost late evening and still I had not bought one thing in my essentials list. Though my bank balance has dwindled reasonably, I could not find almost any of the items in my list. This always happens; when you are just window shopping you find all the wonderful, colorful and some times even useful things to purchase. But when you are all set on a herculean task of actual buying you almost never see even a trace of your substratal requisites.

Well, I haven’t yet found the hit-numbers on my list. Well, importantly there is dove shampoo and nivea cream. Yeah, you can not go out and buy a random shampoo. Even Schnitzer or Amway does not give me the same peace. When a woman sets her mind on some thing it’s difficult to change. Though its more a pain for her than the subject, women still do it. Obsession is one of her legacy and you can not blame her.

The topper of my requirement was a good-looking, less-glistening, highly-professional ladies wallet that was not leather. I try and avoid leather to the best extent possible. I was not finding anything that was close to my expectation (i know the pitfall word..haha).By now it was dark outside. I was all enervated and empty. I some how felt there was no purpose and meaning attached for the day. I have not got the one thing i really wanted. Finally I decided to leave for my apartment. I sped down, jumped through the steps industriously and rushed to the gate. I almost bumped into a woman dancing in ecstasy. She was this dark women with frizzy hair, filthy shall, sloppy skirt and revolting odor carrying a shabby mean cat in her unkempt waist dancing in enchantment.

I was frustrated for a wallet to keep the money I had. What can I say of her? Apparently, God really seems to take a lot of pain to make me see.