Author: Paul Theroux
Publisher: Mariner Books 2024
A British worker in the Indian Raj is known as a “pukka sahib”, or a true gentleman. He is likely employed as a supervisor in a lumber company, an overseer in a trading company, or a policeman in the British police force. He resides in an official bungalow, staffed by local workers. If he is not married to a British woman, he keeps local women as concubines.
He attends clubs exclusively reserved for pukka sahibs, visiting at least once a day to drink, play billiards, read newspapers, and, most often, to speak derisively with other pukka sahibs about the locals—people whose country they occupy. One of the most important rules of pukka sahibs is to avoid entanglement in ‘native’ quarrels. Treating a native as an equal is strictly against the pukka sahib code.
Eric Blair is one such pukka sahib. Like most others, he comes from a poor family in Britain, but with one key difference—he attended the prestigious Eton College in England. He was expected to attend Oxford or Cambridge after school but was forced by his father to go east in search of fortune. Before arriving in Burma, he was a true gentleman of a different kind, but he evolved into a pukka sahib to perform his duties as trained and to integrate into pukka sahib society. Eric Blair trained as a policeman in the British Indian Police in Burma.
The lowest police rank for a British officer in Burma was Assistant Superintendent of Police. Each police post had a Superintendent of Police, to whom these assistant superintendents reported. Many Burmese and Indian sub-inspectors worked under an assistant superintendent. Their duties included typical police work, such as capturing dacoits, murderers, rapists, and dowry killers among Indian immigrants.
The Burmese, mostly Buddhists, hated both pukka sahibs and Indian immigrants, who worshiped various gods. The Karens, a minority community, were mostly Christians and comprised much of the native workforce and the concubines. Eurasian women, the offspring of relationships between pukka sahibs and local women, were derogatorily called "chee-chees" or "yellow-bellies." They were despised by the locals and had little future in society, often ending up as prostitutes in houses maintained for pukka sahibs in the cities.
Blair struggled with his dual identities—the former true gentleman and the new pukka sahib. He believed that other pukka sahibs could sense that he was not truly one of them, no matter how hard he tried to assimilate. He wrestled with the duties expected of him and tried to read as much as possible, writing down observations he found unjust. He read novels by D. H. Lawrence, Aldous Huxley, and Rudyard Kipling.
As a sahib, he attended clubs and sang songs with other sahibs. His sub-inspectors performed most of the hard work, while he was responsible for charge-sheeting local criminals they captured. He visited chee-chees for "a bit of house your father" and carried "3 Merry Widows", just like other sahibs. Locals addressed him either as "Uncle" or "Thakin," both meaning "master."
This story is a biography of George Orwell, the famous author of “Animal Farm” and “1984”. (George Orwell is the pen name of Eric Blair.) I enjoyed reading this book—it opened my eyes to a history of Burma that was previously unknown to me. Since then, I have bought Orwell’s entire collection of books and essays for just $1.49 (~ 425 rupees) from the Kindle store and have started reading his first novel, “Burmese Days”. I have also picked up more Burmese history from "Historical Writings of Professor Sirima Kiribamune." (I am reading both books simultaneously.)
The following are some songs sung by pukka sahibs at their clubs.
(1) “Avalon” by Al Jolson
I Found My Love In Avalon Beside The Bay
I Left My Love In Avalon And Sailed Away
I Dream Of Her And Avalon From Dusk 'Til Dawn
And So I Think I'll Travel On To Avalon
(2) “It had to be you—Wonderful you” by Al Jolson
(3) “What I'll do when you are far away song” by Al Jolson
(4) "Bless `em all" by Vera Lynn
Bless 'em all,
Bless 'em all,
The long and the short and the tall,
Bless all the Sergeants and W.O. 1s,
Bless all the corporals and their blinkin’ sons,
'Cos we're sayin' goodbye to 'em all.
As back to their billets they crawl,
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless 'em all.
(5) "Where did you get that hat" by Jos Sullivan
Where did you get that hat?
Where did you get that tile
Isn't it a nobby one and just the proper style.
I should like to have one just the same as that
Where e'er I go they shout: "Hello, where did you get that hat?
(6) “Bye bye blackbird” by Jerome H. Remick in 1922
No one here can love or understand me
Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me
(7) “Riding down from Bangor” 1871 by Louis Shreve Osborne
(8) “What’ll I do” written by Paul Whiteman