"assassins " page 131 --> 293
Page : 131 ( tope the chaaku)
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" The true measure of things.
The tyrant after the court has vanished :
the policeman shorn of his uniform :
the man who is no longer is minister :
the school master in the Bazaar :
The tormentor bereft of his trappings :
The molester leached of his tumescence.
Nothing to make the juice rise, nothing to inflate the mind and the flesh with power and passion.
To strip Bhupi of his conceit - all it tok was a knofe ! A Rampuria. Not the size, not wealth, not numbers. Not caste, not creed, not class. Just a knife !
( page 134)
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" The hallmark of a robust relationship is - knowing how to act in a crisis without anything being said. There would be no time to talk. "
( page 132)
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" Chaaku told his uncle, he knows how to use his weapon in a way that married meance with restraint. He would slice skin, never artery : he would put in the fear of life, never take it. People wrongly assume that , men are either fearless or fearful. The turh is, like most thinkgs, courage has many degrees. Chaaku did not, yet, have the nerve to kill.
( page 136)
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" Chaaku learnt that, almost all the world lived in colossal and constant fear. Afraid of everything - the police, officials and courts, the thugs, criminals and mafia ; afriad of the establishment and the anti-establishment : afraid of failure and of criticism , of being humiliated and of being mocked, of being ugly and of being bald, afraid of cockroaches and of cats, of the seas and the skies, of lightening and of electricity : afriad of priests and phuysicians : afraid of dying and of living. More than hope, people's lives seemed to be defined by fear. Most hope, it seemed, was only about somehow being able to negotiate fers successfully.
( page 157)
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" Most businessmen who came to visit us had this quality - an ability to walk into a space and intuit the true lay of the land. A quality of contained watchfulness, of shrewd assessment - vested in just their eyes - which saw them give away very little while soaking everything in. Of a piece with a commercial metabolism : always letting LESS flow out , than was flowing in. And each one had his own pattern of mono-syllables. "
( page 179)
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" These successful businessmen, these were all, the men of the world. These men existed outside the grand vocabulary of state and governance and citizenship and the ideas of privilege and responsibility. They were all worldly wise - uncontaminated by any sense of larger agency or of greater good. They were driven , each moment, by self-interest, by the primal need to protect and expand their turf and that of their families. It was very basic stuff, with narrow and insular horizons, and yet, I could see , these were not men, to be dismissed : they shaped the world by the simple act of continual endeavour. Not one of them, I thought, would ever hit a state of stasis, or be crippled into inaction by the size and scale and unknowability of the universe. And with them, Jai struggled to find the language that would connect him to them. "
( page 179)
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Bhall snubbing both of them : " Everything in this country is ' insider trading '. What do you think politics in this damn city is ? What do you think your fucking journalism is ? There is no truth in this fucking country except for the poor bastard on the street who has to carry the load of all of it, and of you and me ! Have you ever really looked at this poor bastgard ? next time you are fucking around on the roads, look at him ! He knows everything is insider trading ! And he knows he's outside of it ! And you know something ? He's happy for it! He knows all of us great inside traders are doomed ! We are busy scribbling out our misery ! He's fucking happy, the Universe is on his side ! He knows - the joke is on us ! "
( page 183)
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" The kind, gentle, Tiwari sahab, the head warder in the jail, used to say, " In the world , there are only 2 kinds of people , the jailor and the doctor, who know the truth - that most men are punished for no fault of theirs! "
( page 258 )
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" The true measure of things.
The tyrant after the court has vanished :
the policeman shorn of his uniform :
the man who is no longer is minister :
the school master in the Bazaar :
The tormentor bereft of his trappings :
The molester leached of his tumescence.
Nothing to make the juice rise, nothing to inflate the mind and the flesh with power and passion.
To strip Bhupi of his conceit - all it tok was a knofe ! A Rampuria. Not the size, not wealth, not numbers. Not caste, not creed, not class. Just a knife !
( page 134)
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" The hallmark of a robust relationship is - knowing how to act in a crisis without anything being said. There would be no time to talk. "
( page 132)
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" Chaaku told his uncle, he knows how to use his weapon in a way that married meance with restraint. He would slice skin, never artery : he would put in the fear of life, never take it. People wrongly assume that , men are either fearless or fearful. The turh is, like most thinkgs, courage has many degrees. Chaaku did not, yet, have the nerve to kill.
( page 136)
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" Chaaku learnt that, almost all the world lived in colossal and constant fear. Afraid of everything - the police, officials and courts, the thugs, criminals and mafia ; afriad of the establishment and the anti-establishment : afraid of failure and of criticism , of being humiliated and of being mocked, of being ugly and of being bald, afraid of cockroaches and of cats, of the seas and the skies, of lightening and of electricity : afriad of priests and phuysicians : afraid of dying and of living. More than hope, people's lives seemed to be defined by fear. Most hope, it seemed, was only about somehow being able to negotiate fers successfully.
( page 157)
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" Most businessmen who came to visit us had this quality - an ability to walk into a space and intuit the true lay of the land. A quality of contained watchfulness, of shrewd assessment - vested in just their eyes - which saw them give away very little while soaking everything in. Of a piece with a commercial metabolism : always letting LESS flow out , than was flowing in. And each one had his own pattern of mono-syllables. "
( page 179)
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" These successful businessmen, these were all, the men of the world. These men existed outside the grand vocabulary of state and governance and citizenship and the ideas of privilege and responsibility. They were all worldly wise - uncontaminated by any sense of larger agency or of greater good. They were driven , each moment, by self-interest, by the primal need to protect and expand their turf and that of their families. It was very basic stuff, with narrow and insular horizons, and yet, I could see , these were not men, to be dismissed : they shaped the world by the simple act of continual endeavour. Not one of them, I thought, would ever hit a state of stasis, or be crippled into inaction by the size and scale and unknowability of the universe. And with them, Jai struggled to find the language that would connect him to them. "
( page 179)
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Bhall snubbing both of them : " Everything in this country is ' insider trading '. What do you think politics in this damn city is ? What do you think your fucking journalism is ? There is no truth in this fucking country except for the poor bastard on the street who has to carry the load of all of it, and of you and me ! Have you ever really looked at this poor bastgard ? next time you are fucking around on the roads, look at him ! He knows everything is insider trading ! And he knows he's outside of it ! And you know something ? He's happy for it! He knows all of us great inside traders are doomed ! We are busy scribbling out our misery ! He's fucking happy, the Universe is on his side ! He knows - the joke is on us ! "
( page 183)
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" The kind, gentle, Tiwari sahab, the head warder in the jail, used to say, " In the world , there are only 2 kinds of people , the jailor and the doctor, who know the truth - that most men are punished for no fault of theirs! "
( page 258 )
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