The first thing that struck me after I read this book was… how come the government didn’t ban it??? At first I was happy to think of it as a trump of democracy but then it struck me- how bad can polyester prince be… or is it just because The Polyster Prince exposed the political corruption it was banned? Or is it our tolerance or our indifference that we can have this book on our book shelves…
The prose was not poetic and it did not really made say much about the author but the book’s honesty did say a lot. The book is not about India and Pakistan it’s not even about Kashmir, it’s simply about the people… who feel violated and ostracized every single day of their lives. But here it did not matter what form of writing it was… the book had horrific images of truth coming out of its pages… it’s a shame on humanity that people had to live through those moments…
I remember reading of an experiment aimed at justifying Nazi atrocities on Jews, which ended up showing that all of us are capable of that kind of barbarianism and all of us are capable of that kind of sustenance. This book also brought that back to me we Indians are also capable of that…. The experiment was scrapped midways because of the disturbing results it produced…. but how can we put an end to it…
The book made me realize that we have part of our nation which is at war, where the people are not happy and are living under a constant dread, where the dreams and reality differ so starkly that people have lost the ability to dream… where we have managed to put a price tag on a human life, where the air smells of ruins and shattered families, where pain and despair have replaced hope and love…
How can any of us give up… how can we accept that… is the barbarian in us so strong that we have forgotten our humanity… well even if that is true… I refuse to believe it and I refuse to give up…
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