If there was ever a book that I could rate 10 stars of 5, this would be it.
I did not want to read it at first, because I thought it would be yet another foreigner with their western understanding of India or their lack of it offering a tale set in the Mumbai slums.
Instead I find this horrifying, heart breaking, non fiction set in the Annawadi slums teaching me a lot more than I ever did of heart or the lack of it behind poverty in India.
My father was a Tamil migrant himself to Mumbai in the 1970s given the lack of economic opportunities in the South back then. He had the fortune of education thankfully and brought us up in a lap of comfort, not luxury. He used to tell me stories of the harassment in Mumbai as the Marathis decried loss of jobs to the migrants. He spoke of needing to be circumspect back then.
When I read this book I understood it better and hurt at the apathy, corruption. abject poverty and disillusioning hope of living in a slum in Mumbai - the very slums I would look at every time I landed at Mumbai airport and thought - God! How dirty and cramped these are!
Researching this book and writing it from 2007 to 2011, Katherine Boo has done a brilliant job. She has written the unflinching truth of poverty, corruption, and the apathy towards human lives. To everyone who derides India for it - most countries face problems similar yet different as well. Maybe its the hopelessness of poverty, maybe its civil wars that tear at human lives in the name of religion, oil or diamonds. Maybe its in policemen gunning down civilians because of their colour. The truth is there is lot of injustice and hopelessness in every bit of the world. We need to discover our own humanity in it.
I loved this book. I could read it a million times. What I don't love is that it makes me question if there really is a god. How can there be?
I did not want to read it at first, because I thought it would be yet another foreigner with their western understanding of India or their lack of it offering a tale set in the Mumbai slums.
Instead I find this horrifying, heart breaking, non fiction set in the Annawadi slums teaching me a lot more than I ever did of heart or the lack of it behind poverty in India.
My father was a Tamil migrant himself to Mumbai in the 1970s given the lack of economic opportunities in the South back then. He had the fortune of education thankfully and brought us up in a lap of comfort, not luxury. He used to tell me stories of the harassment in Mumbai as the Marathis decried loss of jobs to the migrants. He spoke of needing to be circumspect back then.
When I read this book I understood it better and hurt at the apathy, corruption. abject poverty and disillusioning hope of living in a slum in Mumbai - the very slums I would look at every time I landed at Mumbai airport and thought - God! How dirty and cramped these are!
Researching this book and writing it from 2007 to 2011, Katherine Boo has done a brilliant job. She has written the unflinching truth of poverty, corruption, and the apathy towards human lives. To everyone who derides India for it - most countries face problems similar yet different as well. Maybe its the hopelessness of poverty, maybe its civil wars that tear at human lives in the name of religion, oil or diamonds. Maybe its in policemen gunning down civilians because of their colour. The truth is there is lot of injustice and hopelessness in every bit of the world. We need to discover our own humanity in it.
I loved this book. I could read it a million times. What I don't love is that it makes me question if there really is a god. How can there be?

