The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

I wonder if Mr. Jiabao has read "The White Tiger”? I suppose you will feel highly revered when a person (An Indian) addresses a book to you and tells you the condition of bereaved Indians who represent 80% of the Indian working class. When I talk about Indians, I mean the actual India which sweats day and night to earn their daily bread and sleep with grave thoughts of being run over by a posh car on footpath. If they manage to see the Sun next day, the battle continues. Book talks about Darkness. The Darkness in hearts of various Indians. The Darkness that curbs them to see dreams. The Darkness to which people are so used to that they have started fearing light. The Darkness in which they are born and will die one day unnoticed. The never ending Darkness. They are obvious slaves of that elite class who have sucked blood out of Darkness from centuries and their descendants are following the legacy. A slave knows the master than anyone else does. He knows the inner monster and the fake mask they wear to deceive people. Despite putting branded clothes they stand naked in front of their servants. We have already heard that one fish is enough to pollute the pond and I would add that no fish stays clean in the polluted pond more or less. Delhi being the biggest trade centre and heart of nation is being dissected artfully in the book and the blockage in arteries and blood clots are clearly visible. This book provides us an insight into the notions of Slavery, Political games and bribery every now and then. When that pollution suffocates these servants, they know that there is a need to find a way, no matter what it takes. No exaggeration and no underestimation. Mr. Jiabao, no wonder that we parted our ways back in 1947 as Socialist and Communist but the book portrays that it has done no good to Indians. A sense of smugness about the foothold of China and your futile thoughts of any competition with India in the course of becoming superpower will go to dogs. But you see we are progressing, it will take time but then you must have heard that slow and steady wins the race. It is an old Indian story Mr. Jiabao, you will find it interesting. We never counted on dollars for our stand in the world but we are now learning the tricks of trade. God knows what the future holds for us but I believe it is bright. The Darkness sees a light at the end of tunnel, Mr. Jiabao.