At some points I felt so wretched that I felt I couldn't read one more word. Just as ordinary people ignored the obvious injustices happening during the Holocaust, so too did ordinary people rationalize and justify the brutality and the injustices that occurred during the Emergency. Definitely a five star read for me, but all of my emotions are shot to hell. As the weeks passed, they developed a comfortable routine and even ate their daily meals together; it was almost as if they were a family. For all its doom and gloom, I still see the hope in its pages. On a good day I can read thirty pages. We see the boundaries of caste system, over generations, are inscribed invisible in their minds, become a part of their unconsciousness, and it was no experience, but instinct that made them stick to what their caste permitted.
The day could have been any of their day for the rest of their lives. The sound of its vicious flutter of wings and its dull black mass has a portentous import, and, gazing at it, he gulps lumps of fear down his damp throat. The idea that you can constrain the world within a compartment, the idea of rationalism where everything goes according to a fixed set of rules. From Ishvar and Om's backstory we learn of the deterioration of the caste system, and the resulting resistance from those, like the Thakur, who have power in the villages. The real fine balance, the real circus act , is the flimsily constructed wall that balances so finely between people, between families, between castes, between classes, between societies - but it cannot stand up to personal acquaintance. Many really tragic events take place like Om's family burning away In caste violence, Dina's husbands death, Maneck's father passing away in his absence, losses of jobs, losses of homes, people without legs, Om's castration, building up of emotional bonds between characters and then these being sundered apart.
I know this is a good book and that Mr. A third person kind of narrative that is used here was also the narrative style used by the English Realist's. The first part of the book explained the story but then it promptly switched to brief histories of each of the main characters before introducing them to the main plot. The very things the rest of us take for granted. Once they had finished their apprentiship, Narayan returns to his village, marries and starts up a successful tailoring business.
In order to emerge from such experiences triumphantly, it would have to be through actions of their own doing, through some form of resistance that overcomes the adversity. This is one book that made me want to clutch the life I live, as some blanket of security, and hide within. Om and I will return soon. I stayed up all night to finish this book, because the climax is simply unputdownable. I was haunted by them both.
From the desire to find balance, we progress to, Where humans were concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure; and sorrow, for the hopelessness of it all. Ishvar and Om are not, cannot be revolutionaries. That scene in the book felt so symbolic: their survival depended on putting their lives at risk. In 1975 he emigrated to Canada, where he began a course in English and Philosophy at the University of Toronto. It is the time of The Great Emergency which really means that the government has declared a form of martial law. All my friends I have bought over 60 of them have commented to me that it has changed their lives forever.
Dina lives a secluded life ,which is hard enough for a lively, vibrant and beautiful lady like herself, but is essential to preserve her independence. The time seems reluctant to move on as there is no sign of movements around him; the world seems to have divorced him. In my mind ran the thought that life as I knew it would never be the same again. You can bring together the same people under the same circumstances and not be able to achieve it again. And that was from her position. Truly a lesson to all humans, wherever in the world they may live. He is as powerful as a magistrate and the police know not to mess with him or his people.
What happens if one does not maintain this balance? In Rohinton Mistry's A Fine Balance, she must adapt to her situation as it changes radically and multiple times. Due to the arrival of a new, ready-made clothing store in the town, business dwindles for the characters, causing Ishvar to consider taking Omprakash with him to the big city and finding a job. And in the end, as Maneck Kohlah said, everything ended badly. Only the light of knowledge will dispel the hideous shadow of the caste system tormenting the nation for centuries. He doesn't have pyrotechnic prose like the DeLillos and Pynchons, he's the tortoise to their hares, he plods on with his careful beautiful pictures of the details of people's lives, the complexities and the horrors and the unnoticed pools of affection, where the money comes from and where it goes, how they get through the day and how they don't - his Rohinton Mistry has written three whopping novels set in India, Such a Long Journey, A Fine Balance, and Family Matters, and they're all brilliant. Tough, with all the difficulties she did live her life, patch-worked as it may have seemed to those doing what they were supposed-to-do. This is the story of how these four people find family in each other, find friendship, laughter, and a courage to struggle and persevere despite all their troubles.
Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. The passage is woven around the lives of two tailors; Ashraf, older and more experienced character, and Ishvar; younger, less developed character. I found this book incredibly easy to get into because of the way Mistry writes. He teacher asked four older students to hold the trespassers to the ground, face down , by their hands and ankles. There is a magic missing, a zing, a spice, a mood or just the will to let it happen.
In A Fine Balance, Mistry juxtaposes the turmoil of the Emergency with many other events occurring simultaneously to alter India's zeitgeist. This is the story of shattered dreams, of Indira Gandhi's cruel Emergency, of how each person's life is webbed and entangled in its own drama, of caste, poverty, and a positive survival instinct corroded into a dog-eat-dog mentality that strangulates, just as time itself does. The tailors, their relatives victims of caste violence in their village back home, arrive in Mumbai only to live in a slum that gets demolished, its slum-lord now in the pay of the government. Ishvar, like Ashraf is concerned. As one go through the work, which is a real blend of history, imagination, reality and a multitude of human emotions and conditions, we desperately hope for a poetic justice as the characters sink from what seemed to be a fine balance to a struggle for survival. We are left to make out whatever of their psychological make-up from their conversations or actions. On their third anniversary, however, Rustom has a bicycle accident and is killed, leaving Dina alone.
If his pan was not empty, if there was some little sustenance in it for his days and nights, it was enough for him. There is a delicate balance that must be maintained between image and client. Valmik has another one, that may sound more cynical, but I believe reflects better the situation in India in 1975: After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents — a clanking chain of chance events. During the early years of Dr. Originally from the picturesque mountains, Maneck was sent to college to study refrigeration and air conditioning by his father.