Too much of Indian writing in English, it seemed to me, consisted of middle-class people writing about other middle-class people - and a small slice of life being passed off as an authentic portrait of the country.
In a sense, journalism can be both helpful and detrimental to a writer of fiction because the kind of writing you need to do as a journalist is so di… - Aravind Adiga
In a sense, journalism can be both helpful and detrimental to a writer of fiction because the kind of writing you need to do as a journalist is so di…
- Aravind Adiga
Inconvenience in progress, work is regretted. - Aravind Adiga
Inconvenience in progress, work is regretted.
Go to Old Delhi,and look at the way they keep chickens there in the market. Hundred of pale hens and brightly colored roosters, stuffed tightly into … - Aravind Adiga
Go to Old Delhi,and look at the way they keep chickens there in the market. Hundred of pale hens and brightly colored roosters, stuffed tightly into …
I put my hand out and wiped the vomit from his lips, and cooed soothing words to him. It squeezed my heart to see him suffer like this - but where my… - Aravind Adiga
I put my hand out and wiped the vomit from his lips, and cooed soothing words to him. It squeezed my heart to see him suffer like this - but where my…
Greenwich Village always had its share of mind readers, but there are many more these days, and they seem to have moved closer to the mainstream of l… - Aravind Adiga
Greenwich Village always had its share of mind readers, but there are many more these days, and they seem to have moved closer to the mainstream of l…
Nothing can stop a living thing that wants to be free - Aravind Adiga
Nothing can stop a living thing that wants to be free
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 col… - 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 col…
The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave - Aravind Adiga
The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave
I grew up, as many Indians do, in an archipelago of tongues. My maternal grandfather, who was a surgeon in the city of Madras, was fluent in at least… - Aravind Adiga
I grew up, as many Indians do, in an archipelago of tongues. My maternal grandfather, who was a surgeon in the city of Madras, was fluent in at least…
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