Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Another case was that of a man and his wife, well educated and of fine
appearance. He had invested all his money in a business that did not
pay. They sold their little property for almost nothing and then their
clothes. He could get no kind of employment, and at last they were so
reduced that the wife had to conceal herself in the hut where they
stayed, for want of clothes, and their almost starving heathen neighbors
gave them a few handfuls of rice to eat. An empty pocket and a naked
back are about the worst certificates a man can show to get employment
or position of any kind. Nobody wants such a recommendation, not even a
Christian. Accursed is poverty, for in proportion to his descent in
destitution, a man is less liable to receive anything. The rich, who
need nothing, have money thrown into their laps and positions thrust
upon them, but the greater a person’s necessities, the less he gets.
This is a strange contradictory world, yet this is also nature’s law.
The more you enrich a field the more it gives you in return, the more I
improve my bungalows, the higher rents I can get, but what is the use of
talking; the poor cannot grow fat on illustrations and arguments.
If the poor whites have such a struggle for life what must be the
condition of the destitute Eurasians who from their emaciated looks have
not even rice to eat?
Some months passed and again I became restless. I thought that in the
economic arrangement of nature in which everything has its function and
uses I also must have my place and work; that I, not less than an active
mosquito or a creeping snail, could not have been forgotten in the
universal plan.
I knew I must first fit myself for a position. As I had tried to learn
the mercantile business, so I thought of engineering. This was no sooner
considered than settled. Even if I did not find employment by it I would
have the discipline and knowledge of the science, so would lose nothing
and be a gainer by it. I entered an engineering college and passed
several successful and happy years without anything really worth
mentioning occurring except several incidents that were of great
importance to me.
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