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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 2 |Raw Poison in the Stem

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Daily Mirror Part 2|Raw Poison in the Stem,:  When Tradition Meets Politics From the series: “A Poisonous Poison — Casteism: A Boon or Curse? My Reflections” Opening Thought If the roots of casteism are silent and underground , the stem is loud, visible, unapologetic. Here, casteism doesn’t hide. It walks in daylight . It speaks openly . It punishes quietly . And sometimes… it humiliates brutally in front of everyone. This is Raw Poison — poison that burns without shame . A Developed Village… But Not Developed Enough When you move from a remote village to a semi-developed one, you expect awareness, growth , and change . But casteism grows too — only its style changes . It becomes less hidden, more organised . A wound that looks half-dried , but still infected underneath . Story 1: The Teacher and the Cup This incident is carved deeply in my memory. One day, my father sent me with a teacher from another village to the house of our village school headmaster. We were both served te...

3rd Journey Towards Self-Realisation - When the Universe Spoke Back

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Part 3: When the Universe Spoke Back The Silence That Spoke Louder Than Words There comes a time when the world becomes silent — and the only voice you hear is the Universe itself. During the lockdown of COVID-19 , when the world stood still, I found myself completely alone at home. My family had gone to Ahmedabad soon after my elder daughter’s exams — and due to restrictions, they got stuck there. I was alone for 99 days — but not lonely. Because in those 99 days, the Universe became my closest companion. The Dialogue with the Universe In that stillness , something magical happened. Under the guidance of the Universe, I began creating — educational, motivational, and spiritual videos. They weren’t just recordings — they were conversations between me and the divine energy I call “ Universe .” Together, we reached out to teachers, parents, students, and even strangers — anyone who needed a little light during those dark days. Many teachers then were struggling to shift to online teac...