Things happen in outer world and the resonance is heard in the secret chambers of heart. Too much pain, miseries and injustice prevail in our society and there is surfeit of pleasure also for the luckier lots. The tyrannical passion for power creates a vicious circle. A writer is fascinated with the equations of love and hate. He faces a blast of realities and tries to make some sense out of it. He wants to alleviate the suffering around us with his pen. Sometimes he also decides to share the merry moments.

The subject of article is the indomitable Booker Prize Winner Arundhati Roy, author of “The God of Small Things.” In her magnificent novel she has exposed brilliantly the plight of lower ranks of society. She has portrayed beautifully the contradictions and prejudices of our social fabric.  Few years back she had provoked the establishment with her pungent remarks – “Somebody who cares to read the transcripts of my speeches will see that they were fundamentally a call for the people of Kashmir who live under one of the most brutal military occupations in the world; for Kashmiri Pundits who live tragedy of having been driven out of their homeland; for Dalit soldiers killed in Kashmir whose grave I visited on garbage heaps in their village in Cuddalore; for the Indian poor who pay the price of this occupation in material ways and who are now learning to live in terror of what is becoming a police state.”

The government was quick to point out that she holds no elected office and her position is not the political mainstream. Answering on a syndicate radio show “Democracy Now”, she said “…..India not being a world power, however much it wants to claim it is, turns those energies on its own people.” She lamented that in Gujarat Muslims were killed during 2002 riots but nobody raised an outcry.

She also questioned what she believes as hypocrisy of Indians when it comes to their muted reaction over the killings and rape of Kashmiri women allegedly by army men.