I just completed Shantaram, a book by Gregory David Roberts. A top selling book in India. A few years back a bookseller at Mumbai airport convinced me to buy the book. It was expensive, but he kept saying that if I had to read one book, this would be it. Taking his word for it, I bought it and read it years after. I downloaded Amazon Kindle on my iPhone and purchased the digital version of the book. A long book of 933 pages served me well during my transit to and from work, and while waiting in line for coffee or lunch.
The book gives a perspective of India that I have known of, but not experienced. Gregory was a fugitive who escaped maximum security prison in Australia and found his way to India. He met Prabhakar, a tour guide, and his life changed from there. Prabhakar guides Gregory through every nook and corner of Mumbai. Gregory also meets other foreigners who have found their home in India, all of them running away from something in their country, and meddling in some illegal work in India. Gregory spends six months in Prabhakar’s village with his parents, and experiences love and guilt, guilt for his past actions that sent him to prison.
While Gregory is the hero of the book, Prabhakar is the real gem. His presence has an innocence, an endearing charm, that no other character displays. Midway, the book mentions less and less about Prabhakar. Once the book completely stopped talking about Prabhakar, I missed him sorely. I missed the charm, humor, and innocence.
Gregory befriends Prabhakar and lives in his slum. He opens a clinic and comes across the mafia don, Abdul Khader Khan. The book is about his journey through love and infatuation for Karla, tryst with Madame Zhou who sends him to an Indian prison where he is tortured, adventures while getting into smuggling fake passports for Khader Khan, and his most dangerous mission into Afghanistan smuggling weapons in and out. The book is about characters that he falls in love with – the father that he never had, lover, brother, friend – that he left behind in Australia and can never contact. A very very beautifully written book. I felt like I could really understand and picture Gregory in such situations, my being from India. I don’t know if an outsider would be able to understand the book and enjoy it as much.
The only parts that I skipped were philosophy – Gregory has long long long discussions with Khader Khan about philosophy. I found it boring because I don’t indulge in philosophical musings – they are useless, what is reality is life now – and it seemed extremely hypocritical that a mafia don would indulge in right and wrong when he is a MAFIA DON for God’s sake. Some characters seem superficial, especially the foreigners in India, who put so much emphasis on using metaphors in everyday lingo. In several instances, I felt as if the characters could not be real or some behaviors depicted must be unreal. Or its just the author’s perspective of them that depicts them in that manner. Reading the book, its hard to imagine that the writer has a criminal background. Sometimes he justifies his actions, sometimes he doesn’t think about them. And you wonder, had the author received better guidance in life, would he have had a better sense of right and wrong? Then again, birds of the same feathers flock together, so somewhere inside he likes the life of crime and the thrill that accompanies it.
A wonderful book that takes you through a beautiful and yet depressing journey through India. But left me with questions — How did Gregory get caught in Germany? How did he complete his prison sentence? What is he doing in Mumbai now? Is he with Karla or Lisa?
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