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☕️ Sip 1 - The Bitter Beginning

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 ☕️ Sip 1 - The Bitter Beginning Where Caste First Touched Humanity A Special Note to the Reader If you feel this reflection sounds unfamiliar or distant, pause for a moment and ask your father, your grandparents, or an elder in your family. Ask them how water was drawn, how food was served, how temples were entered, and how silence was maintained. You may hear stories that were never written in textbooks, but were lived quietly, accepted normally, and remembered painfully. Let's have a Sip In many villages, caste was not taught - it was absorbed. Before a child learned alphabets, they learned where to stand, which well to avoid, which vessel was “not for us”, and which space was forbidden. Water flowed, but dignity didn’t. Temples echoed prayers, but not equality. Land decided power. Birth decided worth. Silence decided survival. This was not hatred spoken aloud. It was discrimination practiced daily - so normal that questioning it felt abnormal. Those at the bottom didn’t always ...

Daily Mirror Part 6 | Nation Above Caste

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Daily Mirror Part 6 |A Poisonous Poison Nation Above Caste: The Global Filter & The Real Identity (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) When you leave India and step onto international soil — whether for work, studies, travel, or settlement— something extraordinary happens: The caste you carried for generations… suddenly becomes irrelevant. The world outside India never asks: Aapka surname kya hai? Gaon kaunsa? Kaun jaat se ho? Kaun si category? The global world has only one filter : What can you do ? What skills do you bring? How do you work with people ? What values define you? In a single moment, the caste that ruled your identity inside your own country turns into nothing more than a forgotten background detail. 1. In the Global World, Caste Has No Currency Abroad: Doctors are respected because of expertise Engineers because of efficiency Teachers because of contribution Chefs because of creativity Drivers because of discipline Workers because of labo...

Daily Mirror Part 4 |Business Above Caste

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 Daily Mirror Part 4 |A Poisonous Poison Business Above Caste: The Filtered Casteism of Cities & Districts (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) The moment you step from a town into a city or district headquarters, something surprising happens: Casteism does not disappear. It becomes polished . It becomes selective . It becomes convenient . It becomes smarter . Cities are not free of caste. Cities are just better at hiding it behind progress, opportunity , and modern language. At this level, casteism becomes a filter — visible only when the right light falls on it. 1. The Dual Identity: Village Name + Surname In cities, introductions carry two carefully chosen tags: “ Main ___ gaon ka hoon… aur surname ___ hai.” Because people know these two details will help others decode: • social standing • cultural behaviour • traditional background • past connections • potential influence Rural casteism was loud . Town-level casteism was gentle . But in cities, caste is d...

Daily Mirror Part 3 |The Mixture of Honey and Poison

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Daily Mirror — Part 3 |Poisonous Poison: Casteism at Town Level  The Mixture of Honey and Poison (Series on Casteism: A Boon or Curse – My Reflections) When you move from a village to a small town or block level, casteism changes its costume . It no longer roars openly . It smiles . It negotiates . It adjusts . It hides inside “daily systems.” But make no mistake— It still breathes . Town life reveals a strange truth: Casteism here is neither raw poison nor pure honey. It is a mixture— confusing, situational , and deeply ingrained . 1. Marketplaces: The Invisible Lines In towns, people share tea at roadside stalls , discuss politics, cricket, and government jobs. To an outsider, it looks like harmony . It looks progressive . But the moment you enter someone’s home , the invisible lines rise quietly. “Shop par chai le lo, ghar par mat aana.” ( Take tea at the shop, but don’t come home.) Incident A man once cycled 10 km to a town to collect his regular medicine. At the clinic, he ...