Long ago in a small village of the state of Gujurat, India during the height of British imperialism of the 18th century, the impoverished villagers struggled to make end meet with the prolonged drought and the impossibly high taxes brought about by the British officers in the state. Of course, the officers thought, the entire village must resent them. But, they reasoned with themselves; what could a village of weak Indians do anything about it?
The officers were right; the villagers absolutely loathed the British officers but they just could not do anything about it. What can they do anyway? Often more than not, they felt that the fine line between a servant and citizen became blurred under the British as they frequently found themselves shining furniture, doing laundry, and cooking for the officers simply to earn the mere extra dollar that was hard to come about from the village alone.
Earning this extra dollar, however, became even harder to earn; one hot August afternoon, the head British officer, Captain Clades, announced on behalf of the British kingdom, that new higher taxes …show more content…
Five struggling hours later, the Indian team continued to lose. Angered by the British’s superiority in cricket, the untouchable lay next to bat the final shot. Clutching the cricket bat tight in his grip and muttering prayers under his breath, he waited for the whish of the ball; Raj and his team anxiously watched the man. Hearing the ball coming, the man took the hardest swing his poor frail body could take and hit the ball over the umpire’s head. Clades, who expected the speed of the ball to be considerably low seeing the man’s flimsiness, held both of his hands out confidently. Of course, Clades was expectantly wrong; the ball not only came down at a soaring speed surpassing his outstretched hands but also left a considerable bruise. At that moment, villagers felt trickles of water falling from the
The officers were right; the villagers absolutely loathed the British officers but they just could not do anything about it. What can they do anyway? Often more than not, they felt that the fine line between a servant and citizen became blurred under the British as they frequently found themselves shining furniture, doing laundry, and cooking for the officers simply to earn the mere extra dollar that was hard to come about from the village alone.
Earning this extra dollar, however, became even harder to earn; one hot August afternoon, the head British officer, Captain Clades, announced on behalf of the British kingdom, that new higher taxes …show more content…
Five struggling hours later, the Indian team continued to lose. Angered by the British’s superiority in cricket, the untouchable lay next to bat the final shot. Clutching the cricket bat tight in his grip and muttering prayers under his breath, he waited for the whish of the ball; Raj and his team anxiously watched the man. Hearing the ball coming, the man took the hardest swing his poor frail body could take and hit the ball over the umpire’s head. Clades, who expected the speed of the ball to be considerably low seeing the man’s flimsiness, held both of his hands out confidently. Of course, Clades was expectantly wrong; the ball not only came down at a soaring speed surpassing his outstretched hands but also left a considerable bruise. At that moment, villagers felt trickles of water falling from the