The story of a poor man’s life is written on his body, in scars.” — Aravind Adiga

Balram grew up in a dusty village where life was simple but tough. His family wanted him to study, but fate had other plans. One day, he got a job as a driver for a rich family in Delhi. He thought, “Finally, my chance to escape poverty!”

But working for the rich wasn’t easy. His boss, Ashok, was kind but weak, and his wife, Pinky Madam, treated him like furniture. They spoke about big things—business, America, democracy—but never about the servants who stood silently behind them.

One night, everything changed. Pinky Madam, drunk and careless, ran over a child on the road. The family panicked. The next morning, Balram was called in. “Sign this,” they said. It was a confession—saying he was driving the car. Balram’s hands shook. He realized something—no matter how loyal he was, they would sacrifice him without a second thought.

That’s when Balram decided: No more being a servant. I will be my own master.

He planned carefully. One dark night, he made his move. As he drove Ashok home, he stopped the car in a quiet place. He took out a broken bottle, his heart pounding. One moment later, Ashok was gone, and Balram disappeared into the city with a bag full of money.

With that stolen fortune, Balram started a new life in Bangalore, becoming a businessman. No more sir, no more madam. He was now “The White Tiger”—a rare creature that breaks free from the cage.

This novel shows the reality of dreams, struggles, and survival in modern India. If you haven’t read The White Tiger, read it once! It’s a thrilling journey into the mind of a man who refused to stay in the dark.