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Mulk Raj Anand, (born December 12, 1905, Peshawar, India [now in Pakistan]—died September 28, 2004, Pune), prominent Indian author of novels, short stories, and critical essays in English who is known for his realistic and sympathetic portrayal of the poor in India. He is considered a founder of the English-language Indian novel.D

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Coolie is the second great political novel, published in 1936. It narrates the adventures of Munoo, an orphan hill-boy who is hardly fourteen years of age living with his uncle Daya Ram and aunt Gujri, and content in the idyllic surroundings of his native village, Bilaspur, inspite of their ill-treatment. He is forced to go to town to earn his livelihood, and arrives at the house of the sub-accountant of the Imperial Bank, Shamnagar. He is ill-treated by a shrewish and vindictive wife of babu Nathoo Ram, Bibiji, and only Chota Babu, Nathuram’s younger brother is kind to him. Being tortured in the house, he runs away from there and relieves himself at his second employer Prabha Dayal’s. house as worker in his pickle factory. But he is also ill-treated by Prabha’s co-partner, Ganpat. But unfortunately his master is ruined by the dishonesty of Ganpat. He is again forced to leave Daulatpur forever. He started his work as a coolie, but faced tough competition from other coolies. He reaches the Railway Station to work as a coolie, but he is scared away from there because he has no licence. From this struggle he is rescued by an elephant-driver, and he is helped by him to reach Bombay In Bombay he meets with a vagrant family—Hari and his wife Lakshmi, and he becomes a worker in a cotton mill with them. He earns his bread in a worst working, conditions, living in a dilapidated and insanitary pavement. He grows a good friendship with Ratan who descends him into the Red light district, and witnesses a labour strike and Hindu-Muslim riots which are perhaps engineered by the factory bosses to break an impending strike. Last but not the least, he is knocked down by the car of an Anglo-Indian woman Mrs. Mainwaring who brings him back to Simla from Bombay and he is appointed as a page-cum-rickshaw puller. It has been hinted that she uses him sexually. By and large, overwork brings illness and he dies of tuberculosis.

Chapter 1

14 November 2023

Chapter 2

14 November 2023

‘Walk quickly! walk quickly! You son of a bitch!’ shouted Daya Ram, the chaprasi of the Imperial Bank of India, as he strode with big military strides, in his gold brocaded, red coat and neatly tied w

Chapter 3

17 November 2023

'Hoon... hoon,' moaned Seth Prabh Dyal, as he strained to drag his bundle from under the bunk of a third class carriage in the slow train which jerkily ran from Sham Nagar to Daulatpur. The Seth, a br

Chapter 4

A ragged canvas cloth covered the skeleton of the high bamboo cart in which Munoo sat sandwiched between Ganpat and Prabha and four other men on the way home 86 from the station. So he missed the baza

Chapter 5

As he was thus engaged, a blast of steam oozed from the boiling water which Tulsi had emptied into the ditch, and dimmed his eyes. His gaze retreating to himself, he suddenly felt small and insignific

Chapter6

The resplendent figures of all the kings of India, as they appeared in the pictures of his history book, passed before his eyes, garlanded with rows upon rows of necklaces, 95 with plumes in their tur

Chapter 7

Maharaj sat up and yawned tiredly. He did not seem to have been much hurt by the beating, unless his repeated moaning yawrs were an indication of his pain. He con- templated the surroundings with his

Chapter 8

"Where are you hohe? Where are you hohe Prabha and Ganpat?' shouted Rai Bahadur, Sir Todar Mal, B.A., L.L.B., Vakil, Member of the City Municipal Committee, dressed in a black alpaca frock coat, tight

Chapter 9

Some people, on account of his strange decision during the last political riots to take refuge with his family and most valuable possessions in the Daulatpur fort, called him a 'traitor.' But everyone

Chapter 10

It was true, Sir Todar Mal knew, that most of the mem- bers of the Municipal Committee were illiterate shopkeepers, who did not even know how to sign their names and had to make a mark with their thum

Chapter 11

'Good morning,' said Marjoribanks, slightly taken aback. He surveyed the yard with its muddy passage way, its beer barrels full of fruit, its cauldrons over the furnaces. He was sweating. The heat was

Chapter 12

When Ganpat was away they would all fall to singing a hill tune as they raked the fire, watched the essences brew in the cauldrons, drew pails of water from the well, or peeled the fruit in the cavern

Chapter 13

'You spoil him, Prabha! You have no idea of running a business!' fumed Ganpat. These swine don't do any work, but laze around eating raw fruit all day. They won't work unless you goad them with the ro

Chapter 14

He struck Munoo a ringing slap on the right check. The boy raised his left arm to protect his face. Ganpat's second slap fell on the hard, conic bone at the corner of the joint. His hand was hurt. He

Chapter 15

Munoo felt happy and proud in his heart that Ganpat was in disfavour. He felt that fate had inspired everyone to take his revenge on the goat face. He was too humiliated with weeping to look at any on

Chapter 16

'You can say what you like said Prabha in a desperate effort to lose all his pride and dignity in crder to win the man back to an ordinary business connexion and friendli- ness, though all trust betwe

Chapter 17

'I will pay up, Babuji, Prabha said extending his joined. hands towards his landlord. 'I will pay you the rent even if I have to die in struggling to do so. 'Well, your word is of no value. You are a

Chapter 19

"All right Maharaj.' Tulsi said, and led the way towards the north of the square, hoping to find a patch somewhere among the hundreds of men, who shifted and turned to and fro on their side as they wh

Chapter 18

He looked round and surveyed the things in the room. The brass utensils glistened in a corner: the floral designs of two earthen pitchers wove an intricate pattern which puzzled him; the mango designs

Chapter 20

'FROM GOKAL CHAND, MOHAN LALL to RALLI BROTHERS, EXPORTERS, KARACHI Munoo read the blue Hindustani inscription on the sacks of grain. But he was too young to know the laws of political economy, espec

Chapter 21

He had to fall back upon the original scheme of booking jobs with women, though he slightly varied the method of getting them now. He did not go out of the market, but while the other coolies sat admi

Chapter 22

Now he was alone and had nothing else to do after he had taken the bag from the railway station to the hospital in the civil lines except to eat his evening meal. He knew he could get that free at the

Chapter 23

This modern world was fearsome. Approached through spacious grounds which surrounded the bungalows of Englishmen, impressively empty in contrast to the congested world in which he lived, he felt like

Chapter 24

'Outside Madan Lal's Theatre By the Hall Gate MISS TARA BAI! THE FEMALE HERCULES! Most Magnificent! Most Spectacular Show on Earth!' There, fifty yards away, was the Hall Gate, its red bricks shining

Chapter 25

'Outside Madan Lal's Theatre By the Hall Gate MISS TARA BAI! THE FEMALE HERCULES! Most Magnificent! Most Spectacular Show on Earth!' There, fifty yards away, was the Hall Gate, its red bricks shining

Chapter 26

The engine of the special circus train whistled shrilly and then began to move. Munoo's heart throbbed with fear and with the pang of separation from Daulatpur, as he lay flat by the edge of an open t

Chapter 27

The train travelled again through the vast, vast surface of the desert, behind a brave, ferocious engine which whistled occasional warnings to the opposite trains passing like thunder with the speed o

Chapter 28

He opened the packet of sweets in his hand and con-. templated first the yellow colour of the boondi, the chocolate of the rasgullas and the white of the cream cakes. Isis mouth watered. They were del

Chapter 29

'I should have fought hard if he had dared to turn me out or abused me,' he said to himself. 'I let him put me in my place as a coclie, but I was paying for the soda water and I am not an untouchable.

Chapter 30

'O man, give me a pice!' 'Get away! Get away!' the Parsi owner of a shop.eried, flourishing the big bamboo pole of an awning he had dis- lodged. Further along, a grey-haired, black blind man leant, ha

Chapter 31

'He has attained the release,' said Hari. 'We will rest in his place.' Munoo felt the dread of death facing him. The picture of the large, ugly, demoniac form of the god of death which he had seen in

Chapter 32

The woman began to shake the children gently. But the little ones only moaned and stiffened. Hari walked towards the gulley menacingly. 'I will pick them up, don't disturb their sleep,' said Lakshami,

Chapter 33

Munoo became aware of the authority, not of the angrezi sarkar, because the man was not wearing a uniform, but of the mill, especially as he could see that behind the iron gates everything seemed orde

Chapter 34

He did not know that he was the employer's agent to en- 214 gage workmen, the god on whose bounty the workmen depended for the security of their jobs once they had got them; that he was the man in cha

Chapter 35

"The Sahib and you are both my masters,' said Shambhu. 'You are both rich and can afford to give gifts. I would. like to make you the gift of a fowl later on. But these cocks, Sardarji, they are the o

Chapter 36

'Woman, children, go here. Here work. Ask Matron to tell you what to do,' he said, his fluent Hindustani becoming a bit faulty. 'Matron!' Lakshami could not understand the speech. She stood mute for a

Chapter 37

The Chimta Sahib had brought another coolic to sit in the place where Hari should have been. Munoo did not know what had happened. He sat wearily mechanically revolving the handle in his hand, with hi

Chapter 38

Two hours later, when the bubbles did not explode quite so quickly on the road, Hari led his cavalcade back to the basti in pelting rain. The roads were like rivers, the plain outside the city was a l

Chapter 39

'What was the rent you were paying there?" asked Ratan, surprised that he felt quite sober. "Three rupees,' said Hari. "Well then, this is only two rupees more,' said Ratan. 'We owe ten rupees to the

Chapter 40

Ratan walked away to the weaving shed. The coolies rushed to their jobs. They were afraid and panic-stricken. Munoo slunk away to the work room, making triumphant signs to Ratan as the coolies rolled

Chapter 40

Ratan walked away to the weaving shed. The coolies rushed to their jobs. They were afraid and panic-stricken. Munoo slunk away to the work room, making triumphant signs to Ratan as the coolies rolled

Chapter 42

Hari and Munoo were not to be found when he returned to where they had squatted among the crowd of coolies. He thought that they had proceeded home. He marched out of the factory. As soon as he jumped

Chapter 43

'Be seated then, Pahlwanji,' said Piari Jan, 'You are always mocking, are you not?" 'Well then, I am qualified for the job of a clown in your household,' said Ratan, keeping the conversation up in ord

Chapter 44

It is difficult enough for anyone to face a Monday morn- ing. It was like doomsday to the coolies, especially after they had lost themselves in the ecstasy of human relation- ships for a day and regai

Chapter 45

A young Indian clerk came in, dressed in a white cotton English suit, and a boat-like black cap, the new National headgear with which he hoped to balance up the prestige of his motherland against his

Chapter 46

A brisk run brought him beyond the pump, and he looked back to see that he was not being followed or observed. No. And ahead of him the coast was clear. He put his left hand on the sharp bamboo edge o

Chapter 47

Hill, on the money you earn for them with your work,' continued Sauda. "They eat five meals a day and issue forth to take the air in large Rolls Royces.' are the roofless, you are the riceless, spinne

Chapter 48

The moonless sky was silent as Munoo entered the town, but the earth, the earth of Bombay, congested by narrow gullies and thoroughfares, rugged houses and temples, minarets and mausoleums and tall of

Chapter 49

Service League lifted him and bore him to a shelter in the verandah of a school, a hundred yards away. Munoo had deliberately closed his eyes in order not to appear undeserving of help. Yet he was awa

Chapter 50

The boy felt drawn towards the door of the house. He took advantage of the absence of the volunteers to go up and peer in. He could only see a long, polished flight of stairs, ascending up into the ro

Chapter 51

She exerted her female charms on the Education Minister of the Zalimpar state and got a job teaching in a children's school. To keep her job she had to please other men. And, being a pretty woman and

Chapter 52

Munoo found that as the Memsahib's servant he had to fit into a new state of existence. His exact duties were not defined. He was just to remain at his mistress' beck and call, to do anything and ever

Chapter 53

The Rev. J. Fordyce, a Chaplain of St. Mark's Church, was much troubled by the uncomfortable thoughts of death and dignity which arose in the minds of his congregation in the Victorian age. And, being

Chapter 54

Mrs. Mainwaring came back from dinner and rubbed eau-de-Cologne on his face and pressed his head. She even massaged his body. She was very kind to him. When Munoo had sweated out his fever and recove

Chapter 55

The crisp mountain air seemed like delicious cold water to Munoo's warm body as he jogged lightly along with the other coolics, and the moist young sap in the trees smelt good. As the Major Sahib want

Chapter 56

'Oh, he has gone, then,' he said. 'He is a very strange fellow. I can't make him out. If he has been to Vilayat and is such a learned man, why does he drive rickshaws and live among us?" He comes from

Chapter 57