Author: Aravind Adiga
No. Of Pages: 419 Pages
My Rating: 3.5/5
Last Man In Tower is the second book (his first book, The White Tiger won Booker Prize in 2008) by Indian author Aravind Adiga. Vishram society consisting of two edifices; “Tower A” and “Tower B”. Tower A is narrated as an old dilapidated tower while Tower B is said occupied by professional people. The whole story circumnavigates around the protagonist, Yogesh Murthy, a retired school teacher who is commonly known as “Masterji” among the members of Tower B and Dharmen Shah, a builder. Masterji, who is described as an atheist and widower passes his days by bestowing free tuition to the children of the Vishram society.
The peace and lives of the residents of the society are tested when Dharmen Shah, a powerful and dangerous builder approaches them with his dream project. He offer to buy and vandalize a tower that will make every resident of the society rich but if all together agrees to the offer. The inception of the problem arises when some of the dwellers rejects the offer as many have lived there for a lifetime. But since the amount offered by the “Confidence Construction Group” owned by Dharmen Shah was zenith high and enough for a person to dissolve his memories for the sake of 1.5 crore, everyone agrees to the proposal of Mr. Shah except one man, the last man in tower; Masterji. All his friends in the society try to convince him but he shows his firmness which they fell can become dangerous and can even annihilate their future. As the day of acceptance shows proximity in the calender, Masterji increases his visit to his lawyer and even write letters to his ex- student, Noronha who works as a writer in The Times Of India but all his efforts prove futile and he achieves nothing but only squander his time, money& energy. So, here it is where I’ll leave and if you want to discover more about the story then you have to start leafing through the pages of The Last Man In Tower.
I enjoyed reading this book as it is written well and describes how man changes his mind when money comes in the scenario. How materialistic things gain more supremacy when money starts generating illusions. How relationships are ruined when money starts playing its pejorative role. This book is all bout Mumbai, Real State, Money and the darker side of mankind. I hope the review was fine but still, below I am posting the original recapitulation which the original paper back book has got. Here it is:
“Twenty-first-century Mumbai is a city of new money and soaring real estate, and property kingpin Dharmen Shah has grand plans for its future. His offer to buy and tear down a weathered tower block, making way for luxury apartments, will make each of its residents rich if all agree to sell. But not everyone wants to leave; many of the residents have lived there for a lifetime, many of them are no longer young. As tensions rise among the once civil neighbours, one by one those who oppose the offer give way to the majority, until only one man stands in Shahs way: Masterji, a retired schoolteacher, once the most respected man in the building. Shah is a dangerous man to refuse, but as the demolition deadline looms, Masterji’s neighbours friends who have become enemies, acquaintances turned conspirators may stop at nothing to score their payday…”
My comprehending tendency capitulated when I witnessed the celebrating stance of Indian clientele after Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab was pendulously annihilated on 21 November, 2012. Ajmal Kasab (25) was the lone hypercritic who was apprehend alive by Indian police in 2008 for Mumbai assault in India. His only atrocious malfeasance, according to me was; he committed that illegality unconsciously. Yes, indeed unconsciously. He was castigated by the entire humanity which stupefied me but I really felt for him. As every minuscule tiny little flesh, he too was reproduced angelic but ironically among Lucifers, which mutilated him. He was brainwashed and trained to slaughter in the name of God. He died the same day when Lashkar-e Taiba Islamist group came as dark clouds in his life. Unaware of all the ramifications, he became the victim of their wretched and abominable teachings. No one taught him the indispensable Religion ie. Humanity. And thus, he committed illegality unconsciously and NOT deliberately. The indubitable time to rejoice will be when people will cease killing in the name of God Or Religion Or Jihad. Coming 21st will mark his 2nd death anniversary, have we allowed metamorphosis of our psyche or tendency ?
We have illustrious personalities like Mahatma Gandhi, Atal Bihari Vajpayee, DhyanChand and many more of much greater supremacy and admiration, but ironically, still they kept on whooping “ThankYouSachin”, “SachinSachinSachin” and no vociferation. But when I see names of Grandfather, Daughter and Son already in the list from one dominating family, I guffaw, faintly ruminating….Whatever happened, is happening or will happen will be for good!!
Jai Ho India !!
The Galaxy Cinema hall was quite famous when it was established and inaugurated in Mansarovar area of the Jaipur district. The Galaxy Cinema hall was embellished with two screens, resplendent edifice and zillions of other hi-fi things. Ironical to the fate of its owner, innovativeness by the other entrepreneurs extirpated it to a humongous extent for, they compelled their competitor to hold the purse strings on the augmentation of the cinema hall. Other monstrous investors came with gargantuan capital and within two years many other more resplendent edifices were constructed with the title, “Cinema Hall” in the mind of “The Common Man”. Repercussions were certain. The Galaxy hall was taken over by The Reliance Industries Ltd. But the change in ownership did not mean the competition vanished.
The estimate of admissions were pauperized. Many other schemes were also innovated, out of which a new show timing was the gargantuan of all. A morning 10:00 AM show was started to magnetizely intrigue the general plebeian. I look back well the movie poster was of “1920: The Evil Returns”. The morning price of the ticket and eagerness to ambiance some horror made us roll in the vicinity of the ticket counter. I saw many children dressed up in their school uniform who were there for the same reason, probably they came bunking their respective schools. I was not astonished when I witnessed the madding crowd and formulate my psyche and my body to fell some heat and exertion. A fat man who serendipitously got his ticket was not happy and when he passed near by me, I inquired about his abominable stance. To my precipitousness , he said, “Chu*** ho gae hai salley bahen k lo**….bol te hai ki ticket k sath 60 Rs. ka popcorn+ Pepsi ka combo lena jaruri hai!!”
“To tum ne kya kiya?”, I asked.
“Le na pada yaar, kya karta? Subhe Subhe dimak kharab kar diya Mada* Chood** ne” was his rejoinder.
My friend who was in other line to bag the ticket asked me what to do. I calculated that a 50 Rs. ticket will merge into 110 Rs. And moreover we had only accurate currency to get infront of the big screen. I knew I have to do something, something BIG and unique and infact daring. I saw all most everyone resisting when their turn came to pay the money and own the ticket against the combo pack.
“The person who is sitting inside and distributing the ticket is firm and rigid”, I thought.
“What you’ll do now?”, I asked myself.
And finally, my turn came. Like others I also resisted against the Combo pack. But the ticket distributor showed his anger and firmness. A prompt idea penetrated my mind.
I said boldly, “Today is my fast and I cannot have popcorn and moreover I don’t eat outside food when I fast in the name of Lord Hanuman.
The person behind me was even more blunt. He intelligently said,”Yes, today is Tuesday and today is my fast and I cannot eat popcorn and drink cold drink.”
But the distributor did not move and said, “you have to”
I said, “I can’t”.
While I was squabbling with him, I didn’t knew that my excuse was gaining popularity among the crowd. A group of 3-4 people came forward and protested against the management. They too gave the same reason against the combo. The ticket distributor left his chair to call some higher authority. The group of 3-4 person extolled me for my excuse.
Then the ticket distributor came with a higher authority. The crowd screeched to its zenith yielding cacophony in the ambiance and one of them gave a bang with his palm on the ticket counter limpid glass. Security help was called by the person who was named in my mind as “a higher authority person with more supremacy”
The crowd was gaining lustiness physique and vigor and thus the higher authority person asked the crowd to keep calm. He asked any one from the crowd to speak. I started but my voice could not gain supremacy and was zilch when compared with the crowd. The he shouted and asked any one of the crowd to enter the ticket counter in order to make a conclusion. The whole crowd gazed at me and thus unproclaimed I became their leader. One of them said,”Bhai sahab aap jao”.
I, as a leader, holding the responsibility of the entire crowd on my shoulder entered in. He inquired about the demand of the crowd. I told the reason as why the crowd is against the combo pack. He asked, ” all of them are having fast today?”
I said.” I don’t know about entire crowd but I and many among us are fasting today. Please cancel the scheme of the combo pack”.
The man said, “Well, we don’t have any other option then”.
I happily said,”Yes, you don’t”
He instructed to the ticked distributor to only distribute the ticked and not the combo 🙂
I egressed and disseminated the intoxicated verdict to the crowded public who were packed like sardines!! They extolled my dextrous heroism through their cacophonic sounds and then got engaged in their business. I too collected the tickets for my friends with whom I came to luxuriate the movie. Even they felicitated me and extolled me for, I saved their 60 Rs. We all rushed towards the big screen and on the way to the screen, a group of boys again thanked me.
This was how I became an unproclaimed leader. Hope you enjoyed reading.
Lots Of lOve
Regards, Harshit Chauhan
January 18 2013, Indian National Congress inaugurated their Chintan Shivir but I failed to comprehend the genesis of their assemblage. They rejoiced, hugged and garlanded after Rahul Gandhi was proclaimed the Vice President of the party but why they celebrated, I mean there was not even an iota of competition to him. Even a government peon undergoes some sort of examination before getting recruited but the way they rejoiced seemed that he has made the country corruption free or has made it to the Vice President’s post without the help of his mother. Some people extolled the endeavour for their own political benefits say Ashok Gehlot, as he don’t want Pilot to replace him in the next elections and Sachin Pilot supported Sonia’s verdict as he is now fed up being an MP and want to kick off as the CM of Rajasthan. In short, he is zilch but an unemployed person who is now the VP of Indian National congress, Ironically.