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276<br />

EMPIRE OF THE SOUL<br />

whose rule alone <strong>the</strong>y could all be equal. That such people, with<br />

such principles, and such detachment from worldly success, could<br />

simply walk away from it, on principle, is rare in any nation’s history.<br />

The most extraordinary thing about <strong>the</strong> Paliwals is that no individual<br />

names have survived to overshadow <strong>the</strong>ir collective identity.<br />

That night we made camp beside <strong>the</strong> crumbling temple and empty<br />

echoing courtyards <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r Paliwal village, under ano<strong>the</strong>r starsplattered<br />

jet and sable dome.<br />

‘It’s just like <strong>the</strong>y leave only yesterday, no?’ Hoppy said over<br />

dinner, indicating <strong>the</strong> dreadfully silent village beyond, its smooth<br />

masonry now silvered with moonlight.<br />

‘Where did <strong>the</strong>y go?’<br />

‘Good people,’ Hoppy replied, scratching his stubbly chin<br />

thoughtfully. ‘They just vanish . . . like many good things <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

world.’ He gazed away across <strong>the</strong> shifting sands.<br />

‘Many ghost here,’ Girdhar announced, quite seriously.<br />

‘Jesus!’ Bentley complained. ‘Let’s get <strong>of</strong>f death for one night,<br />

eh? Don’t you guys have ano<strong>the</strong>r topic?’<br />

I asked Hoppy what he felt about <strong>the</strong> caste exclusivity <strong>of</strong> people<br />

like <strong>the</strong> Paliwals.<br />

‘Now very greedy.’ The answer was predictable.<br />

‘All lazy,’ Girdhar threw in, illustrating this with a story about a<br />

Brahmin who now made his living by smoking.<br />

‘Smoking?’ Apparently <strong>the</strong> man in question sat somewhere in<br />

Jodhpur all day long, smoking a hookah, dressed in traditional robes,<br />

so that tourists could photograph someone in traditional robes<br />

smoking a hookah – and, <strong>of</strong> course, pay for <strong>the</strong> privilege.<br />

‘Are Brahmins allowed to smoke?’<br />

This brought a chorus <strong>of</strong> complaints: <strong>the</strong>y weren’t allowed to eat<br />

<strong>the</strong>mselves into airships ei<strong>the</strong>r, but <strong>the</strong>y did; <strong>the</strong>y weren’t allowed<br />

to use temple funds for personal use, but <strong>the</strong>y did; <strong>the</strong>y weren’t . . .<br />

Well, <strong>the</strong> gist was that <strong>the</strong>y lived like parasites from <strong>the</strong> sweat <strong>of</strong><br />

those who worked. These men, I felt, saw <strong>the</strong>ir own caste – now<br />

independent workers more than warriors – as sandwiched between<br />

parasites: <strong>the</strong> Brahmins, <strong>the</strong> Harijans, what was <strong>the</strong> difference?<br />

None <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m believed for a moment that <strong>the</strong> universe any longer

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