I am both amused by the black humors of the author and shocked by the chaos in India in the story “the grass eaters”.

Although living in an especially poor life in the society, the narrator seems to bear an element of optimism to most of the misfortunes happening around. Being able to live in a wagon seems to be the god's favor in his eyes; taking a pipe that is “unbelievably” not taken by others for residency appears to be more comfortable than any of his previous homes; and staying on bedraggled roof bears all the privileges that the residents living in the room below don't share. Besides, to the cloth, the lost leg, the food, and all the chaotic stuff happening, the narrator all seems to take an optimistic view. Obviously, the author is trying to make the story more interesting, even in quite a sarcastic way.

Yet, the seemingly happy elements could never hide the dim topic of the poor life of the India people. Behind the plain depiction of the narrator, we picture the crowed street that is filled up with residents, where everyone has no room of privacy; imagine the screen of tumult occurring at the railway station, which no one of us could even think of in china; and sense the blood and tension that is bound up with various types of crime in the every-day life of the India people.

We may smile when we read the context of the story, yet we can't help feeling uneasy after we close the book and thinking of all the things that once happened or is happening in the world that weights highly the value of humanism and claims to be far superior to the world our ancestors once lived for the high level of so called civilization we all enjoy nowadays.