The White Tiger

Some favourite passages from Aravind Adiga's book:

The dreams of the rich and the dreams of the poor- they never overlap, do they?
See the poor dream all their lives of getting enough to eat and looking like the rich. And what do the rich dream of?
Losing weight and looking like the poor.

Iqbal, the great poet, was so right. The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave. To hell with the Naxals and their guns shipped from China. If you taught every poor boy how to paint, that would be the end of the rich in India.

The book of your revolution sits in the pit of your belly, young Indian. Crap it out, and read.

The description of the chicken coop society is also a fav.