Ministry of utmost happiness - Arundati Roy (About the book)

How to tell a shattered story?

By becoming everyone? No. By becoming everything.

Ministry of utmost happiness's plot runs like a river through the crevices let open by the political climate of the country. Goverment after government ensuring that the cracks expand and go deeper and deeper while opposing the same when they are thrown out of power and replaced with a different one who claimed to be exactly the opposite of the current and promised freedom, prosperity, peace and 'solution'.

Hopes shattered, people live on their lives turned upside down because someone somewhere has a vision. A vision to be loved, feared, remembered.

Arundati Roy takes us on a ride on a houseboat on a lake that is grey reflecting the gloominess of the country, wading through the corpses of those killed by meticulous plan or some as collateral damage, we can't see the faces of the dead because they have been crushed by force, or blown out by a goverment owned light machine gun at point black range when facing it unarmed, naked with private parts tortured with electric shocks. We don't have to close our nose, the corpses do not stink, by the magic of her language she has filtered out the smell but allowed only the sadness to wash over your face, mind and conscience.

A story of the broken who have seen the many faces of brutality, negligence, disregard for their freedom of choice to be as born and die peacefully so.

A real slow boat ride that shows you your country as you already knew but never cared to acknowledge

Without You!

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Without you, oh dear!

would I not be running around the lonely castle again, holding my dear life on my tired hands, terror-struck, on one of the freezing cold and blinding dark night, screaming for help that would never come from any existing direction but only my screams echo all along the stairway while my every step crushes the skeletal remains of an assorted species of mammals scattered all the way?

would I not be trembling again with fear when the chillness of a sharp cold blade whose blood stained handle is rusted drinking the life out of many as it slits open their silky throat not less smoother than a shiny knife a cheese block, by the power of the bearer?

would I not be witnessing again the horror of a gory, unspeakably grievous massacre of a colony that happened a hundred years ago before civilization brood?

would I not be getting scorched again by the flames the dragon gifts me with detest as I try to cross the mountains as part of my adventure?

would I not be longing again for at least a drop of tear so I could quench my thirst while I'm stranded in a desert for eternity surrounded by nothing but the burning sand that awaits, with hunger, my flesh to fail to move, at last?

would I not be hunted down again by the same troops whose secrets I revealed, lacking tolerance towards their atrocities?

would I not be digging the same floors of the cell with no other tools than my maimed fingers whose nails I haven't noticed missing, while I busied myself digging for the past four hundred and eighty minutes without a pause, desperate to escape?

Though,

without you, I'd be crying my heart out again and again for experiencing repeatedly the unbearable pain, grief and desperation,

if you were not there in my life,

I'd have fallen in love, head over heels, again and again with the lady of my life as I see her the first time every time.

I'd have enjoyed the prosperity of my life again and again which I obtained out of the diamonds I smuggled from the mines with broken bones hanging loose beneath the flesh, as the mist came to aid my heart-racing escape at the last minute.

I'd have been crowned the exceedingly powerful king of the world again and again as I feel the blood flooding in my veins with power and vanity and rule the world with nothing to be afraid of.

I'd have lived the most beautiful moments of my live over and again with no shades of boredom.

The trust,

you have in me even when I leave you stranded is nothing anyone in the world has seen.

You,

'd wait for me with hope.

You

'd wait, in the very same spot I left you, for my return which you'd not know with certainty.

You

'd wait with praying for me to be alive and return any time.

O,
thou, the faithfullest, how shalt I return the faith of thine .

You'd be there to help me when I'm lost and confused.

You'd help be there to guide me where to continue my life from.

Without you,

wouldn't everything I read be similar to the screenplay of Nolan's memento?

O! dear BOOKMARK, forever am I indebted to thee for the service you render in silence.