I was still a thief when I met Arun and though I was only fifteen I was an experienced and fairly successful hand. Arun was watching the wrestlers when I approached him. He was about twenty, a tall, lean fellow, and he looked kind and simple enough for my purpose. I hadn’t had much luck of late and thought I might be able to get into this young person’s confidence. He seemed quite fascinated by the wrestling. Two well-oiled men slid about in the soft mud, grunting and slapping their thighs. When I drew Arun into conversation he didn’t seem to realize I was a stranger. ‘You look like a wrestler yourself I said. ‘So do you,’ he replied, which put me out of my stride for a moment because at the time I was rather thin and bony and not very impressive physically. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I wrestle sometimes.’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Deepak,’ I lied. Deepak was about my fifth name. I had earlier called myself Ranbir, Sudhir, Trilok and Surind...