Ustad mangu hated the british. he used to tell his friends that he hated them because they were ruling hindustan against the will of the indians missed no opportunity to commit atrocities. However, the fact wasthat it was the british soldies of the cantonment who were responsible for ustad Mangu's rather low opinion of the british. thay used ot treat him as if he were some lower creation odf god, even worse than a dog. Nor was Ustad Manngu overly found of their fair complexions. he used to experience near nausea when confronted by a white and ruddy British soldier. their red faces remind me of decaying carcasses, he was found of saying.
After a violent quarrel with a drunken english man, he used to remain depressed for days. he would return to his adda and curse them while smoking his hookah or his favourite brand of cigarettes with this picture of a plough on the packet.
look at them, he would say shaking his head came to the house to fetch a candle and before you knew they had taken it over. ican't stand the sight of them, these human monkeys. the way they order you around as if one was their father's slave!
sometimes, even after having abused them for hours, he would continue to feel enraged. and he would say to someone sitting next to him look at them son't they seem like lepers? somrthing dead and rotting i could konck them all out with one blow but what can you do about their arrogance? yesterday there was one i ran into i was so sick of his gitpit that i nearly smashed his head in but then i restrained myself i mean it would have been below my dignity to hit the wretch.
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