A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is different. My father's spine was… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“Just because drivers and cooks in Delhi are reading Murder Weekly, it doesn't mean that they are all about to slit their… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“But I complain about the police the way the rich complain; not the way the poor complain. The difference is everything.” — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
Columbia University, where I went to study in 1993, insisted its undergraduates learn a foreign language, so I discovered French. — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
What keeps India safe really is the heroism of millions of poor Indians who every day reject the allure of terrorism. What keeps India… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“Every day, on the roads of Delhi, some chauffeur is driving an empty car with a black suitcase sitting on the backseat. Inside that… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
I am coming back to New York after five years, and it seems that psychics are taking over the city. — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
You ask 'Are you a man or a demon?' Neither, I say. I have woken up, and the rest of you are sleeping, and… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
Neither. I am just one who has woken up while the rest of you are still sleeping. — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“People in this country are still waiting for the war of their freedom to come from somewhere else, from the jungles, from the mountains,… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“These people were building homes for the rich, but they lived in tents covered with blue tarpaulin sheets, and partitioned into lanes by lines… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“And then he realized that the thing that was blocking his passage was cleared, and he was falling; his body had begun its short… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“When it comes to work - hurry, hurry, hurry. When it comes to payment - delay, delay, delay. Caste, religion, family background nothing. Talent… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
“There was a fierce jam on the road to Gurgaon. Every five minutes the traffic would tremble - we'd move a foot - hope… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
