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鈥楾o observe pain is a great practice. No meditation can equal it. Pain reveals everything 鈥� who we are, how our mind and intellect function, all of it. What is pain? It鈥檚 a state that鈥檚 just a little different from our normal state of being. But our mind yearns to go back to that erstwhile normalcy 鈥� that鈥檚 the problem with being in pain. Half the pain will disappear if we begin to observe it. Of course, there are severe pains too. Of the kind that goes to show that man isn鈥檛 so great after all and he is just another animal.鈥� ...
鈥楯eyamohan, the pain鈥檚 like an infant, now. It squats on the hip, its nose dripping with snot and wails non-stop. It wakes up suddenly at night and troubles the life out of me. But it is my pain. It has emerged from my body. So, isn鈥檛 it natural that I will feel affection for it? Let the wretched thing be. We will make a fine human being of it, all right?鈥�

鈥o be given a name was a luxury in itself. Since his father was born dark-skinned, he was called Karuthaan. His younger brother had prominent lips like the sundeli mouse, and so he was named Sundan. The younger sister was somewhat fair-skinned, therefore, she was Vellakutty. It was indeed like naming dogs. Not the ones that belonged to caste landowners. They were well named. I am talking about stray dogs...
Each such worker-caste group had a leader of its own. Within his egg-sized dominion the leader was king, with unassailable authority to kill and bury too. As for the rest, they ranked lower than even the mud beneath his feet...
Every person on the estate was assigned a place in its descending chain of command. Spit wove its way through, adding definition to the rungs of hierarchy. If the overseer spat on the wage slave, the slave could not wipe the spit off until the overseer was out of sight. If the juice from chewed betel leaf found its way from the infuriated Kariyastha on to the newcomer he had to beat it with a submissive smile. The Kariyastha had to be ready to offer a spittoon to the Karainairs if they so much as pursed their lips with a mouthful of betel leaves. And the royalty may pay a visit to his home, the Karianair himself had to follow them with a spittoon in hand.

Then why don鈥檛 all of you convert? If you convert, you will find a way through life. I will recommend this boy to the London Missionary Society. I will ask them to give him a job here, at the hospital鈥he nurse-amma spoke up now. 鈥楲ook here, Sayyib鈥檚 saying that if you convert and join the vedham 鈥� the way of Christ 鈥� Sayyib will have this fellow admitted in a school and get him an education. He鈥檒l also make some arrangement for your well-being. You and your children will have kanji to drink. What do you say?鈥� she asked loudly.