The book I am currently reading is Shantaram, the well-known novel and supposed to be a real story of the author Gregory David Roberts' life.
As I read through some of the disturbing chapters on his life in Mumbai, I can't help but wonder if we are a society of such ruthless people. I feel the urge to get into denial mode but it is difficult either way.
Roberts writes about the events of the dark places and slums of Bombay which and remains a witness a jumble of crime and violence of infinite degree and also infinite love that meets at the events of violence. His Mumbai was full of drugs, people market for selling children, prostitutes, lepers, mugging, domestic violence and fighting. And in almost all this, the author finds some undeniable kindness too which moves him, but the reader gets easily affected the gory part of the story.
Like I often do, I can't help but wonder why we humans are a society of conflicts and full of disturbing actions that often results in no more than make our own world a no-good place to be in.