Sacred GamesBook - 2007
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Katekar had watched his sons lick their glistening, sweet fingers, and he had watched his wife’s face as she had put away the boxes and the new sari for herself, and he had marvelled at how generosity can be the subtlest of all weapons, and especially between sisters.
Sartaj sank down into his chair. He didn’t much mind the condescension. He was himself getting used to the idea that he was washed up, that he had reached the crest of his career and that he wouldn’t advance very far past his father’s rank. He knew now that he wasn’t going to be the hero of any film, even the film of his own life.
It was the uniform that terrified them, that brought back all those tales of police brutality collected over many generations. Even the ones who wanted help spoke warily around policemen, and the ones who didn’t need help tried to be overly friendly in case they ever did. Policemen were monsters, set aside from everyone else. But Parulkar had once told Sartaj, ‘We are good men who must be bad to keep the worst men in control. Without us, there would be nothing left, there would only be a jungle.’
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