Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
The conversation had gone beyond the limits of light inconsequent talk;
and he was watching for an opportunity to express his views courteously
and without giving offence on caste and the absurdity of clinging to a
belief in rigid ceremonial. By profession he was an educationalist.
Without any intention of proselytising it came naturally to him to
combat beliefs that he considered to be obsolete and obstructive to
progress of thought. He had started the conversation simply to pass
the time as they travelled. He continued it that he might tilt without
offence at that which he took to be the greatest obstacle to the
advancement of education among the Hindus. His words were not without
effect. It was Bopaul who ventured to speak out and declare what was
in the mind of all three.
"In our case we have broken the rules of caste, and broken them badly.
The journey to England alone involves a rupture of a serious nature."
Ananda wore an expression of anxiety that he did not attempt to hide.
It was true. From the Hindu point of view he was living in sin. He
had not only offended against the order of his caste in crossing the
sea; but every day that was passed in the foreign country was a
continuance of sin. The sense of sin lay heavy on his conscience and
at times weighed him down to the verge of nervous melancholy. Under
its influence he had, soon after his arrival in England, written an
urgent letter to his father praying that he might be permitted to
return and perform those purificatory rites which would remove the
burden of offence.
There was no possibility of escape as long as he remained in a foreign
land. The daily ablutions were but half performed; the daily worship
of the household gods was omitted altogether for want of the necessary
accessories--the metal image, the rice, camphor, sugar and ghee. In
the matter of diet there was dire offence in the preparation of his
food; also in the method of partaking it. Contamination was in the
very shadow of the crowd that jostled him in his going and coming. His
appeal to his father met with no response.
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