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Aravind Adiga

The White Tiger

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Johanna Ivanova de Mendozamembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
This is India, not America. There's always a way out here
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
The inspector pointed his cane straight at me. ‘You, young man, are an intelligent, honest, vivacious fellow in this crowd of thugs and idiots. In any jungle, what is the rarest of animals – the creature that comes along only once in a generation?’
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
was supposed to be free food at my school – a government programme gave every boy three rotis, yellow daal, and pickles at lunchtime. But we never ever saw rotis, or yellow daal, or pickles, and everyone knew why: the schoolteacher had stolen our lunch money.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
shame. You always ought to talk about a man’s education when describing him. They should have said something like, The suspect was educated in a school with two-foot-long lizards the colour of half-ripe guavas hiding in its cupboards…

If the Indian village is a paradise, then the school is a paradise within a paradise.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
When he caught his breath, he said, ‘My whole life, I have been treated like a donkey. All I want is that one son of mine – at least one – should live like a man.’
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
Raven owned the worst land, which was the dry, rocky hillside around the fort, and took a cut from the goatherds who went up there to graze with their flocks. If they didn’t have their money, he liked to dip his beak into their backsides, so they called him the Raven.

The Buffalo was greediest of the lot. He had eaten up the rickshaws and the roads. So if you ran a rickshaw, or used the road, you had to pay him his feed – one-third of whatever you earned, no less.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
brother was called the Wild Boar. This fellow owned all the good agricultural land around Laxmangarh. If you wanted to work on those lands, you had to bow down to his feet, and touch the dust under his slippers, and agree to swallow his day wages. When he passed by women, his car would stop; the windows would roll down to reveal his grin; two of his teeth, on
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
Mr Vikram Halwai, rickshaw-puller – thank you! My father was a poor man, but he was a man of honour and courage
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
!

Electricity poles – defunct.

Water tap – broken.

Children – too lean and short for their age, and with oversized heads from which vivid eyes shine, like the guilty conscience of the government of India.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
mother’s body had been wrapped from head to toe in a saffron silk cloth, which was covered in rose petals and jasmine garlands. I don’t think she had ever had such a fine thing to wear in her life. (Her death was so grand that I knew, all at once, that her life must have been miserable. My family was guilty about something.)
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
No! – Mr Jiabao, I urge you not to dip in the Ganga, unless you want your mouth full of faeces, straw, soggy parts of human bodies, buffalo carrion, and seven different kinds of industrial acids.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
Your Excellency, that India is two countries in one: an India of Light, and an India of Darkness. The ocean brings light to my country. Every place on the map of India near the ocean is well-off. But the river brings darkness to India – the black river.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
You see, I am in the Light now, but I was born and raised in Darkness.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
The suspect comes from the village of
Laxmangarh, in the…
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
, what kind of place is it where people forget to name their children
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
‘Munna? That’s not a real name.’

He was right: it just means ‘boy’.

‘That’s all I’ve got, sir,’ I said.

It was true. I’d never been given a name.

‘Didn’t your mother name you?’
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
Life in Bangalore is good – rich food, beer, nightclubs, so what can I say! ‘Thin’ and ‘small’ – ha! I am in better shape these days! ‘Fat’ and ‘potbellied’ would be more accurate now.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
, and thousands of others in this country like me, are half-baked, because we were never allowed to complete our schooling. Open our skulls, look in with a penlight, and you’ll find an odd museum of ideas: sentences of history or mathematics remembered from school textbooks (no boy remembers his schooling like one who was taken out of school, let me assure you), sentences about politics read in a newspaper while waiting for someone to come to an office, triangles and pyramids seen on the torn pages of the old geometry textbooks which every tea shop in this country uses to wrap its snacks in, bits of All India Radio news bulletins, things that drop into your mind, like lizards from the ceiling, in the half-hour before falling asleep – all these ideas, half formed and half digested and half correct, mix up with other half-cooked ideas in your head, and I guess these half-formed ideas bugger one another, and make more half-formed ideas, and this is what you act on and live with.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
Chinese are great lovers of freedom and individual liberty. The British tried to make you their servants, but you never let them do it. I admire that, Mr Premier.

I was a servant once, you see.
Sohail Ismadmembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
our nation, though it has no drinking water, electricity, sewage system, public transportation, sense of hygiene,
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