Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
The voice grew firmer until it rang out like a sharply-struck bell.
Yet for all its firmness there was a strain of desperate entreaty
running through it, as though the speaker waited in passionate hope for
confirmation of his assertions. That confirmation did not come.
Ananda, as he stood before his father, shifted uneasily from one foot
to the other; and as the elder ceased speaking he said falteringly--
"No caste ceremonies will be required. I have given up Hinduism. I
have been baptised and received into the English Church. It is not
necessary to look so serious over it, honoured father. All that will
be needed can be done without difficulty. It will be advisable to give
me a separate house and establishment for myself and my wife and son,
since our presence will naturally create trouble for my mother in the
preparation of food. I am also prepared to find that many members of
your household may demand my exclusion from the family circle."
Ananda's even voice appeared to have a paralysing effect upon both the
older men; for they were silent. Bopaul's father was the first to find
his tongue.
"My friend, I am sorry for this. It is an unspeakable misfortune."
Pity, unsolicited and unexpected, and equally unwelcome, broke the
spell and opened the floodgates of wrath. Again the diamond flashed as
the paternal hand was raised.
"A Christian! My son a cursed Christian! an outcaste! an alien! lower
than the pariah, more loathed than the punchama sweeper! Oh! what have
I done that the gods should curse me thus? What sin have I committed
that I should be thus afflicted and punished? My son! my only son!"
Once more a desperate effort was made to reject, to disbelieve the
terrible news. "My little son!" he used the pet name by which Ananda
had been known as a child, and it came from his lips with infinite
tenderness. "My little son! tell me you have but joked, and that you
have been playing upon your poor old father's fears. Be satisfied that
you have startled and frightened him. Now reassure him! restore him to
happiness, my little son! Be kind and tender in your strong young
manhood to one who is growing old and whose life is bound up in yours."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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