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Sunday Special: The Unspoken Reality

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Sunday Special When Giving Becomes a Lifetime… and Silence Becomes a Companion Mathivation Research Lab Initiative   Seedhi Baat Today, I want to open my heart. Not to question. Not to complain. Just to acknowledge… a group of people we quietly see, but rarely understand. Those who spent their entire lives giving. Teachers. Nurses. Social workers. People who chose responsibility over personal comfort. Duty over personal life. The Unspoken Reality Some of them never married. Not because they didn’t want to -  but because life asked something else from them. Parents to support. Siblings to educate. Families to stabilise. And they fulfilled it. Silently. Completely. What Remains Today… Many of them live alone. No complaints. No expectations. No demands. Just a simple life… built on years of sacrifice. They don’t ask for help. They don’t express pain. Because somewhere deep inside… ■  They have learnt only one thing: To give. Not to ask. T...

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 ser...