India: A Million Mutinies Now - pg. 75

They had fallen as children for the life of crime. As children, Ajit said, they would have been attracted by the glamour of the famous criminals in their area, who might have a meal in a restaurant and not pay, who might stop at a fruit stall and choose a fruit and walk away without paying: gestures of style. It was a Bombay-given idea of style for which those men had thrown away their lives: an idea of style with elements of pathos to the outsider, style that was like an expression of the stress and nerves of the city of small spaces: style, a human need, which Anwar felt in his colony, and Mr Ghate's sister had felt in her chawl.