Looking at two ends of the social spectrum we follow the lives of Anand and Kamala through the rapidly expanding industrialisation of India. Touching on a little bit of everything, from caste to politics to education to love, the humour lifts what might otherwise be a rather dry and at times slightly unsettling read.
Sameer Reddy was an idiot, an incompetent behenchuth who couldn’t fuck his own sister without assistance. Like so many people he tended to confuse democracy with the problems of bad governance - that endemic, virulent disease that made working in India akin to racing a car in low gear: a sense of strain and impending doom.
