Myriad of Thoughts…
Shantaram
I picked up this heavy book a couple of weeks ago – at my regular book shop in Chennai. Quite an interesting book – yes, a life of someone who escaped prison and was willing to live in Mumbai’s slums and then work for mafia dons…. has to be interesting, right?
One of the few books that have humour and profound thoughts in equal measure – complimenting each other…..
http://www.shantaram.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shantaram_(novel)
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