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Award politics for commonwealth countries and crappy white tiger

There is an easy thwart to divide and rule policy of British Raj in modern world so they have decided to take on the third world countries by some other means. Through recent award gimmicks they have tried to make mockery of the developing nations and a desperate attempt to prove that new world order lacks elegance and beauty. Reminds me of decrepit tactics to take on the enemy from behind lacking in courage and strength to take them head on. What best than encouraging and promoting, literature which depicts certain characteristics of Indian civilization as sufferings and underdevelopment.

If you analyze the Booker been awarded to Indians in last decade then you can see a similar pattern in both the books .The god of small things (a pervert story) and White Tiger (self loathing). Both the books have presented crude, rustic picture of India and Indian cities. What White Tiger writes about India is of a nearly feudal society camouflaged as a democracy. He portrays that India shines, is nothing but a lie to outsiders. The country might have gained its independence from the British 60 years ago, but the common people in India are still trapped in servitude. Similarly in God of small things, it again portrays the servitude in gross display of day to day life of semi-urban Indians struggling between communism and capitalist economy understanding none. Where my opinion for the second book is that the author is definitely ostentatious.

By praising such form of literature through an award channel, British have tried to maintain their right to selection of elegance, and perfection and simultaneously they can satire at Indians in their own rights. Fortunately little they understand that only 2-3 % of Indians will read these books. These people who will appreciate these pieces of literature in my mind have written a social contract in return for hedonism to still live a life of slavery. Recently they have awarded Genius musician A R Rehman with Oscars for his creation which is below his standard if you consider his past creations. Doesn’t that mean these people have a distorted view of the third world countries and will not heed them unless they fit in agenda somewhere down the line? In any case such award politics will definitely shun their arbitrage opportunities of these coveted awards given that they still live in denial mode. Till then people can enjoy appreciating White Tigers while their beloved economies are taking desperate measures to save economist Adam Smith’s views.

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