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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 ...