There is so much beauty in works that have come out after years and years of research – the reality is nuanced, layered, and earnest. This is especially true for sociological narratives. We live in overconsumption, we are surrounded by it, and we aspire to it. But everything is political. Your day-to-day life is, and so is the refuse that comes from it. Garbage comes with an ecosystem of its own, and the inhabitants of this ecosystem are people who have been historically subjugated through caste, class, and religion. Roy looks at this whole system in Mumbai’s Deonar with a lot of understanding and empathy. What we ward off as “Garbage Mountains” is home and the epicentre of livelihood, love, and loss for a segment of the population – life is there, governed by the hopelessness of bureaucratic and legal procedures (or the lack thereof).
I don’t think I would say that this gave me a perspective into a world I didn’t know existed, because I very well did, but I was ignorant of its history, the impact of court judgments on waste dumping and livelihoods, and where it was headed. When we say, “it’s another world altogether,” the process of Othering has already started and, along with it, the shrugging off of ownership and accountability. What I really admire about Roy, and other writers like her who do years of research within communities and then write about it, is that it brings us readers into this sphere where we recognise and own up to our positionality on socio-economic aspects of the world. Because the power of capitalism and its consequences – massively skewed class dynamics – is that we tend to distance ourselves from narratives like this very quickly.
We get to know about life in Deonar - the health and education system there, the infrastructure – all through characters that Roy has known for over a decade. In their lives is the understanding of how Deonar actually functions. It taught me a lot, not just about Deonar, but about how dreams and aspirations function in glitzy Bombay’s underbelly. Farzana’s character really spoke to me - somehow it always felt like there was more to her, and even now as I write, I feel there is so much about her that I would like to know. The image of her standing at the top of the mountain or running after the garbage trucks are larger-than-life visions in my head.
People everywhere are complex and deserving of dignity, and this is something I liked so much about this book. Roy doesn’t define them, after all, she only knew them in episodes and I like how she doesn’t simplify them in her portrayal for the convenience of the readers. I do feel that the narrative arc gets a little confusing at times; sometimes it would feel like the end, but that particular arc would start all over again. And sometimes, a few things were stretched too much and lost the reader’s attention. But I believe that comes from the level of engagement she has had over years at Deonar.
I live to read narratives like this - it’s such masterful storytelling, and at the same time so educating and meaningful.