“ I had only time to say: "The Protection of the Sirkar!" when a fresh crowd flying before the Native Infantry carried us a hundred yards nearer to the Kumharsen Gate, and Petitt was swept away like a shadow."I do not know—I cannot see—this is all new to me!" moaned my companion. "How many troops are there in the City?""Perhaps five hundred," I said."A lakh of men beaten by five hundred—and Sikhs among them! Surely, surely, I am an old man, but—the Kumharsen Gate is new. Who pulled down the stone lions? Where is the conduit? Sahib, I am a very old man, and, alas, I—I cannot stand." ”
Rudyard Kipling
Summary
"Indian Tales" by Rudyard Kipling is a collection of stories set in colonial India, exploring the turbulent interaction between British and Indian cultures through vivid narratives. Centered on characters like Mulvaney, Ortheris, and the enigmatic Lalun, the tales weave themes of military strife, cultural discord, and personal ethics, often framed by Kipling’s characteristic colloquialisms and striking imagery.
Passages reveal the chaos of war, the delicacy of human relationships, and the collision of customs, underscoring Kipling’s nuanced depiction of imperialism’s human toll and the resilience of individuals navigating its intricacies.
Quotes from Indian Tales (Rudyard Kipling)
“ By God, these Hindus are fools! What was it to me whether She was Hindu or Jain—scavenger, leper, or whole? I would have married Her and made Her a home by the ford. The Seventh of the Nine Bars says that a man may not marry one of the idolaters? Is that truth? Both Shiahs and Sunnis say that a Musalman may not marry one of the idolaters? Is the Sahib a priest, then, that he knows so much? I will tell him something that he does not know. There is neither Shiah nor Sunni, forbidden nor idolater, in Love; and the Nine Bars are but nine little fagots that the flame of Love utterly burns away. ”
“ The drowsy groom handed him his mount, and, since the one great sin made all others insignificant, Wee Willie Winkie said that he was going to ride over to Coppy Sahib, and went out at a foot-pace, stepping on the soft mould of the flower-borders.The devastating track of the pony's feet was the last misdeed that cut him off from all sympathy of Humanity, He turned into the road, leaned forward; and rode as fast as the pony could put foot to the ground in the direction of the river.But the liveliest of twelve-two ponies can do little against the long canter of a Waler. ”
