As
soon as I started reading ‘The Last Man in Tower’, written by the effervescent,
soul-deeming and dark humor bound Aravind Adiga, I was sure, it would another
spell-bound cracker and my intrusions didn't deceived me, at least not the hosiery
of my 20 yr old common sense. And as soon before reaching 100 pages or so,
I was really overwhelmed by the author's efforts to implicate the never-Before-Used-Way-Of-Storytelling which I've never found in the genre of Indian authors. And well soon before I hung up the book, this story plotted by the much-talented Adiga had already baffled me with a souvenir for reading – “who was actually the Last man in tower??”
I was really overwhelmed by the author's efforts to implicate the never-Before-Used-Way-Of-Storytelling which I've never found in the genre of Indian authors. And well soon before I hung up the book, this story plotted by the much-talented Adiga had already baffled me with a souvenir for reading – “who was actually the Last man in tower??”
The
story depicts the insurgent greed for money, salient thirst for freedom as well
as, at some points, the silhouette of a common Indian. In brief, the story
shows the life of some middle-class Indians living in a green-oiled, leech-stricken
apartments, at the skirts of Mumbai, and how it changed when a big corporate
builder Mr.Shah bullied them with a fortune of their life time. It goes like a
fantasy story for all immigrants of the building, but one man stood alone from
the rest of the crew and he was Mr.Yogesh Murthy, a retired teacher always
deemed with the recipe of physics. He stood his ground, nevertheless from the advice,
plea and menace of his neighbors and the builder. But his defiance was broken
at the end as his own ‘lovely neighbors banged his head with a hammer and
pushed him from the top of the tower..!!
Now
the question pops up..!! Who was actually the last man in tower??
And
the cliche is “is there really a last man??”
For
me, unlike the author, Mr.Murthy could’ve
been a resident of the bottom floor, because his unwillingness to leave the building
was his shrewd persistence of the respect he was beholding rather than his need
for one to be free. With signing the permission he could’ve been saving the
pleasure of all the residents.
Mr.Pinto and Mrs.Pinto was following Mr.Murthy at the beginning
but later they too fell for the inceptive notions of a better standard of living,
even at their late 60’s. Behind the likes of the Pintos, Mr. Kudwa, Mrs. Puri Mrs.Rego were all on the major side of the
battle so they all got a pass to the tower, but only in the lower floors
Mr.Ajwani who played the shabby melodrama of
threat for Mr.Murthy at the initial stages, regretted for his actions and tried
to secure the life of our old teacher at the end, but was par late. He may be getting
one of the top floor.
Mr.Shah, the obese builder with gutka
stained teeth was not a resident of the Vishram society but his brutal ideas of
getting the ‘simple work done’ by the natives of the building leaves him in the
topmost floor(along with his assistant, Mr.Shanmugam-although he’s somewhere in
a middle floor).
And
my fellow readers, the tower in which all these people are residing, I've named
it as “The Tower of Judgement” and you may call it as “the Tower of Indian
Shame”.
But
there is still a paradox. Dead people cannot be outrunned. So at the terrace of
this tower we may see Purnima, the
late wife of Mr.Murthy. In that case, Mr.Adiga, the name of this book should be
“The Last Woman in Tower”.


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