‘I was born in a mentally retarded country,’ says the first line of Sriram Karri’s ‘Mad Nation’. And while he comes across as a cool sort of a guy (I met him at a Lit Fest in Lucknow), his prose is anything but that. It is incisive, cutting and bitter (or rather rant-ish, if I may say so).
Karri makes no effort to hide his frustration as he profiles India as a perfect example of an oxymoronic nation “where genius is punished but madness gets condoned, angels of mercy and pity work overtime, while statues of justice sleep”.
When I started reading the book, I thought it was a light read; far from it, the narrative has layers within layers, and you would need to at least read this book twice to understand it. The story revolves around a twenty four year old Vikrant Vaidya who has axed a Muslim boy for “stealing his poem and making a paper boat out of it”. Vaidya has been awarded capital punishment and while he waits his end in an Indian prison, he writes a letter to the President which triggers a series of events which will finally reveal the real motive behind this murder (and many other murders).
Through Vaidya and many other youngsters like him, Karri makes scathing attacks at everything, our society, politics, religion, education, and the way these have evolved over the years. Just as the book blurb says, this book springs forth from and weaves its way through the Emergency, anti-Sikh riots post Indira Gandhi’s assassination, Ram Janmabhoomi Rath Yatra, anti-Mandal Commission protests, economic liberalisation, Babri Masjid demolition, and Godhra riots. I really enjoyed reading it and here are some of my favourite lines from the book:
*My father wanted me to be a brilliant chartered accountant, play chess for India in the world championship, and become an excellent Carnatic singer. Therefore I became a pathetic journalist who plays dirty politics at office and a hoary-voiced bathroom singer who specialises in forgotten raunchy Bollywood songs.
*But is it compulsory to be secular in a secular nation?
*History too, like very old wine, is for sissies.
*A nation should not have a sexy Prime Minister...(a reference has been made to Rajiv Gandhi).