Am reading Shantaram. Its an amazingly written book. Probably real. Or probably not. I dont know. What struck me in the book is the group of people this Australian convict meets in India. Mostly non-Indians, who know hindi. Prostitutes, writers, journalists, drug dealers, connoisseur of art.
I will have to say that had I been in touch with such varied set of people, my vision would have improved dramatically. Mostly all are like philosophers, have phrases on life which are very thoughtful.
More to come ... as I read the book more. Read around 150 pages and its huge book...