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“There is no end in India, Mr. Jiabao,as Mr. Ashok so correctly used to say. You'll have to keep paying and paying the fuckers. But I complain about the police the way the rich complain; not the way the poor complain. The difference is everything.”

Quote by Aravind Adiga

Book:The White Tiger
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The White Tiger

Balancing humor and stark realism, the story follows a poor villager who rises to become a successful businessman, while reflecting on the systemic issues that contribute to his success. more

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Aravind Adiga
Aravind Adiga

Aravind Adiga is an accomplished Indian writer born on October 23, 1974. His works are known for their profound social insight and unique literary style, with notable titles including 'The White Tiger' and 'The Last Man in Tower'. more

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