Train To Pakistan - pg. 161

The subinspector picked up a yellow paper and read: "Juggut Singh, son of Alam Singh, age twenty-four, caste Sikh of village Mano Majra, budmash number ten."

"Yes, sir" interrupted Jugga, smiling. The treatment he had received from the police had not made any differnce to him. His equation with authority was simple: he was on the other side. Personalities did not come into it. Subinspectors and policemen were people in khaki who frequently arrested him, always abused him, and sometimes beat him. Since they abused and beat him without anger or hate, they were not human beings with names. They were only denominations one tried to get the better of. If one failed, it was just bad luck.