A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry is a fine read even if you account only for the author’s keen eye for detail. But that’s one way you would disparage this skillful individual’s efforts to not only to present an interesting account of peoples’ lives, but also earnestly present the lives of downtrodden humans in our country few decades ago.
I don’t want to waste my time in explaining something that cannot be done better than the author. Though I don’t completely believe him on some of the accounts, I would say it is a commendable effort to explain the pithy of untouchables and where-in lies the birth of naxalism.
That’s when I thought, perhaps, reservation system, an element of our constitution is actually the retribution, forward caste members are offering for the eons of suffering the lower castes had undergone in their hands. And oddly enough, and I feel bad when I say my profession as an equity research analyst makes me to identify underlying patterns to estimate the duration this concept of reservations could last in India. Can the sins be atoned in a matter of few decades, say from 1950 to 2000? Can all the pains be forgotten, and the deprivation be overcome in a span of two generations? Right now, perhaps the significant deprivation the downtrodden elements in our society are facing is their lack of right to information. How many are utilizing the reservation facility? More importantly, how many know about it? 10%? 20%? I don’t know.
The caste system is so segregated that, even the four varnas (Brahmin, kshatriya, vaishya and shoodra) are further sub-divided into sects - one sect which looks down upon another belonging to the same varna. For example, a chamaar (skinner & tanner) who belonged to the shoodra varna, wouldn’t let a bhungi (feces remover from homes) enter even his street apart for anything other than just let him have his daily pick-ups. It’s strange, it’s confusing and it’s awful.
On a lighter note, the novel also throws light on various vocations (or call them professions at your own peril) practiced by different sects of people in the rural India till few decades ago. Some are explained above. Its not all agriculture alone, some such tasks were necessary for a lubricated society.
I am yet to complete this book. But having read half of it, I am amazed by the simplicity of mistry’s characters, his understanding of the psyche of each human element, portraying mumbai as it was 3-4 decades ago and lastly for the sheer courage of its chief protagonist, Dina Dayal.