Aravind Adiga Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• 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

  Dark, Hands, Eggs

  Aravind Adiga (2008). “The White Tiger”, p.81, Atlantic Books Ltd

• Apparently, sir you Chinese are far ahead of us in every respect, except that you don’t have entrepreneurs. And our nation, though it has no drinking water, electricity, sewage system, public transportation, sense of hygiene, discipline, courtesy, or punctuality, ‘’does’’ have entrepreneurs. Thousands and thousands of them. Especially in the field of technology. And these entrepreneurs—"we" entrepreneurs—have set up all these outsourcing companies that virtually run America now.

  Aravind Adiga

  Running, Business, Drinking

  Aravind Adiga (2008). “The White Tiger”, p.8, Atlantic Books Ltd

• I gather you yellow-skinned men, despite your triumphs in sewage, drinking water, and Olympic gold medals, still don't have democracy. Some politician on the radio was saying that that's why we Indian are going to beat you: we may not have sewage, drinking water, and Olympic gold medals, but we do have democracy. If I were making a country, I'd get the sewage pipes first, then the democracy, then I'd go about giving pamphlets and statues of Gandhi to other people, but what do I know? I am just a murderer!

  Aravind Adiga

  Country, Drinking, Men

  Aravind Adiga (2008). “The White Tiger”, p.60, Atlantic Books Ltd

• A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is 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 nicks 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

  Dog, Father, Cutting

  FaceBook post by Aravind Adiga from Nov 30, 2013

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