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Search - Broken Ties and Other Stories (World Cultural Heritage Library)

Broken Ties and Other Stories - World Cultural Heritage Library
Author: Rabindranath Tagore

CONTENTS: — — BROKEN TIES — - I. UNCLE — - II. SATISH — - III. DAMINI — - IV. SRIVILAS. — IN THE NIGHT — THE FUGITIVE GOLD — THE EDITOR — GIRIBALA — THE LOST JEWELS — EMANCIPATION — a selection from — BROKEN TIES - CHAPTER I - UNCLE When I first met Satish he appeared to me like a constellation of stars, his eye... more »s shining, his tapering fingers like flames of fire, his face glowing with a youthful radiance. I was surprised to find that most of his fellow-students hated him, for no other fault than that he resembled himself more than he resembled others. Because with men, as well as with some insects, taking the colour of the surroundings is often the best means of self-protection. The students in the hostel where I lived could easily guess my reverence for Satish. This caused them discomfort, and they never missed an opportunity of reviling him in my hearing. If you have a speck of grit in your eye it is best not to rub it. And when words smart it is best to leave them unanswered. But one day the calumny against Satish was so gross that I could not remain silent. Yet the trouble was that I hardly knew anything about Satish. We never had even a word between us, while some of the other students were his close neighbours, and some his distant relatives. These affirmed, with assurance, that what they said was true; and I affirmed, with even greater assurance, that it was incredible. Then all the residents of the hostel bared their arms, and cried: 'What impertinence!' That night I was vexed to tears. Next day, in an interval between lectures, when Satish was reading a book lying at full length on the grass in College Square, I went up to him without any introduction, and spoke to him in a confused manner, scarcely knowing what I said. Satish shut his book, and looked in my face. Those who have not seen his eyes will not know what that look was like. Satish said to me: 'Those who libel me do so, not because they love to know the truth, but because they love to believe evil of me. Therefore it is useless to try to prove to them that the calumny is untrue.' 'But,' I said,'the liars must be---' 'They are not liars,' interrupted Satish. 'I have a neighbour,' he went on, 'who has epileptic fits. Last winter I gave him a blanket. My servant came to me in a furious temper, and told me that the boy only feigned the disease. These students who malign me are like that servant of mine. They believe what they say. Possibly my fate has awarded me an extra blanket which they think would have suited them better.' I asked him a question: 'Is it true what they say, that you are an atheist?' He said: 'Yes.' I bent my head to the ground. I had been arguing with my fellow-students that Satish could not possibly be an atheist. I had received two severe blows at the outset of my short acquaintance with Satish. I had imagined that he was a Brahman, but I had come to know that Satish belonged to a Bania family, and I in whose veins flowed a bluer blood was bound duly to despise all Banias. Secondly, I had a rooted belief that atheists were worse than murderers, nay, worse even than beef-eaters. Nobody could have imagined, even in a dream, that I would ever sit down and take my meals with a Bania student, or that my fanatical zeal in the creed of atheism would surpass even that of my instructor. Yet both these things came to pass.

ISBN-13: 9781438787442
ISBN-10: 1438787448
Publication Date: 9/9/2009
Pages: 150
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Publisher: Intl Business Pubns USA
Book Type: Paperback
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