Raheel

“He can read and write, but he doesn't get what he's read. He's half-baked. The country is full of people like him, I'll tell you that. And we entrust our glourious parliamentary democracy”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger

“But isn't it likely that everyone in this world...has killed someone or other on their way to the top?...All I wanted was a chance to be a man--and for that, one murder is enough.”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger

“Sometimes I wonder, Balram. I wonder what's the point of living. I really wonder...'
The point of living? My heart pounded The point of your living is that if you die, who's going to pay me three and a half thousand rupees a month? ”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger

“A rich man’s body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father’s spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog’s collar; cuts and knicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man’s life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger