The Kite Runner

I am not a voracious reader. I don’t even know what section of literature I like the most. Am I fond of fictions? Would Biographies interest me? How about Philosophy? Should one have an inclination at all? Whatever!! The purpose of reading according to me is to expose oneself to the creative world of writing to gain enriching knowledge, an invaluable investment one could ever think of, complement the experiences we have amassed over years, act as a GPRS device for future endeavors and finally, get inspired to write. Keeping this in mind, I along with my friend visited Landmark (a book store). Without much thought, I stood in front of a rack of books, over which it was visibly written “All time best seller”. I ran my eyes over the colorful books like an insatiable kid looking over the menu from the Ice Cream parlor. I saw a cover where an 8 or 10 year old kid craning his neck from behind the mud wall, showing his back to us, with a title “The Kite Runner” that sounded familiar to me, may be some top of the mind recall. I read the synopsis and laudable quotes, which I sometimes think a marketing gimmick, and decided to buy.
In a nutshell, “The Kite Runner” written by Khaled Hosseini is a story of Amir, a well-to-do Pashtun (one of the clans of Sunni Muslim) boy from Kabul, who is tormented by guilt of abandoning his friend, Hassan, a Hazara (one of the clans of Shia Muslim), who is the son of Amir’s father’s Hazara servant. The story starts in US where Amir thinks about his past, his childhood in Kabul, his district in Kabul, his friendship with Hassan, his relationship with his father, his unforgettable guilt and his cowardice act that caused Hassan to undergo mental trauma, all of which is set against the backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of the monarchy in Afghanistan through the Soviet invasion, the mass exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the Taliban regime. The story then unfolds as how Amir entered into the wedlock in US and finally gets a chance to redeem himself from the guilt by traveling back to Kabul to get back that precious gift. This is a multi-dimensional story of relationships, love, hatred, redemption, and guilt, focusing on humanity, child molestation and inequality. As I read through the story, I started loathing Amir, the protagonist, who turns blind eye to Hassan’s loyalty and love, and ends up leaving his home country for betterment of life in US, without thinking of his friendship. But half-way through, I was proven wrong. When I finished reading, all I could visualize was “Amir’, the hero, the complete human. The characterization, plot, conversations, and structure are well written and the emotions are brilliantly interwoven between the lines of innocence through the eyes of the characters. I had almost become part of the world described effortlessly in the book. I was able to empathize with the characters. I was even wondering that Islam has its faction groups, Shias and Sunnis, an unacceptable discrimination, be it any religion. Though war is unavoidable part of the story, it is not dealt in detail expect for few instances. The author did not go overboard, in my opinion, to move the readers with unwanted melodramatic events. The book has some of these but in minimal dosages. Being an Afganistanian himself, the author had captured the cultural aspects of Islam with a neat explanation.
Overall, it is a nice read, a page turner, the one that deserved to be called “All time best sellers”. Author has proved that a simple story with a power of great story telling can enthrall the readers and leave them yearning for more. Before that I have started yearning for something else, the boy on the cover, who could that be? Amir? Hassan? I am not that fool to look back of the cover to see who it is. Let me wrap this up with a line - from the book - that has more to it than what it means.
“There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood”