Arundhati Roy
I started to write about you in the morning. Got distracted every now and then.
Those distractions help me pay the bills and feed my body.
But people like you feed my psyche and help retain it in good shape with workouts.
You have often been looked upon as a trouble maker. One who wants to secede from her motherland when it went nuclear.
Who writes when her heart wants to.
But when you express, even your outpour comes out lyrical.
Where do you buy your pens/ keyboards?
My favorite ‘Sujatha’ indirectly referred to you as someone who is looking for publicity. Poor him. You have had your share when you won the Booker.
Forgive him. Age is catching up with him.
I want to know a lot of things about you. The more the better. What made you leave home when you were 16?What made you join architecture? Why not English Literature?
Did it just happen? Just like you happened to join NBA?
Certain things just happen isn’t it? You cannot design them.
Like Childbirth. Like ‘The God of Small Things’.
But you know what, for all your genius in “TGOST”, I love your essay collections
(The Algebra of Infinite Justice) more.
I could see an extraordinary, inspiring lady.
A lady whose life has dissent written all over it.
No matter what you do from hereon, you have shifted an average run- of the mill youth’s perception about corporate globalization.
You have exposed a super power’s heartless agenda.
You have ripped the Hindu Nationalist masks worn by communalists.
Parochial interests and hence disregard for mankind by successive governments stand naked now, Thanks to you.
I write this blog in your own style. No rules. Anarchy rules.
My mom and others ask what kind of a girl I have in mind. All the girls I have/had in mind have a bit of you. They somehow remind you. For me, you are their archetype.
Never mind that. Someone said the best man-woman relationship is potentially that of a father- daughter and mother-son. If I am blessed with a daughter, I would like to name her Arundhati.