“… And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them: better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else’s hate, or love, or indifference. And I buried them, too many of those men, and grieved their stories and their lives into my own.”
– Shantaram
This is how it feels – to be in Hyderabad!
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)