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Mr Premier, Sir. Neither you nor I speak English, but there are some things that can be said only in English.
Aravind Adiga -
The book of your revolution sits in the pit of your belly, young Indian. Crap it out, and read.Instead of which, they’re all sitting in front of color TVs and watching cricket and shampoo advertisements.
Aravind Adiga
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The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave.
Aravind Adiga -
By the way, Mr. Premier: Have you ever noticed that all four of the greatest poets in the world are Muslim? And yet all the Muslims you meet are illiterate or covered head to toe in black burkas or looking for buildings to blow up? It’s a puzzle, isn’t it? If you ever figure these people out, send me an e-mail.
Aravind Adiga -
The dreams of the rich, and the dreams of the poor—they never overlap, do they?See, the poor dream all their lives of getting enough to eat and looking like the rich. And what do the rich dream of?Losing weight and looking like the poor.
Aravind Adiga -
With their tinted windows up, the cars of the rich go like dark eggs down the roads of Delhi. Every now and then an egg will crack open—a woman’s hand, dazzling with gold bangles, stretches out an open window, flings an empty mineral water bottle onto the road—and then the window goes up, and the egg is resealed.
Aravind Adiga