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When the Fare Meter Stops  A Silent Study of Human Behaviour Opening Life doesn’t always move by formulae. Sometimes, it moves like traffic - unpredictable, impatient, and revealing. That morning, our cab stopped at a busy signal. I was travelling with a Karate teacher. We were heading towards our Sports Day heat events - semi-finals of discipline, effort, and preparation. I didn’t know then that before reaching the playground, life itself would conduct a live experiment on human behaviour. The Incident At the signal, a well-educated lady insisted on entering our cab. Fluent English. Confident presence. Early fifties. From a VIP locality. She addressed the driver politely - “ Papaji ”, not “ uncle ji ”. Politeness sounded refined, intention felt unclear. I intervened gently, “Madam, we are going to Priyadarshini Park, Nepean Sea Road.” For a moment, I forgot my past experiences. I forgot all my lessons. I forgot probability. I became a layman. She opened the front door. The driver ...

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 |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 |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 ...

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...