In this George Orwell’s personal account of his experience with the Indian Imperial Police during the British imperialism, he recalls his story of living in a dogma with the fear of being foolish in the eyes of the Burmese people. The account was basically about an elephant which had gone “must”, and already killed a Coringhee coolie, consequently terrifying the people in the village. Because of the violence that the elephant had shown, the villagers expected Orwell to shoot and kill the elephant, which he did; although he really didn’t find the act necessary in that situation. For the Burmese people, what he did was the right thing, but he was wondering if any of them grappled with the idea that he did it solely to avoid looking like a fool.
George Orwell’s essay was a narration at its best. The succession of the events in the story is logically structured such that it gives the readers a tensed feeling of what’s going to happen next. The experience itself was short, but he was able to expound it through descriptions that give the reader an overview of the whole event. These descriptions were picturesque and it even made me feel like I was also in the setting of the story. And more importantly, it left me an impression and a haunting what – if question: what if I were in his shoes, would I also do the same – follow the lead of the dogma that they have set up for me, or follow my own instinct even if doing so would brand me stupid?