"Hello"
"Hey bro, how are you?"
"Sure, it would be great. I will get free by 5pm. CP??"
"Done"
5pm
I left my institute (not college) and was pacing towards Sec-11 Dwarka Metro Station. At the entrance of the metro station, a kid came running towards me. I was listening to Mumfold and Sons when his one action left me thunderstruck. He gripped my left leg. I removed my earphones with a mixed feeling of anger and terror.
"What are you doing? Go away"
He just one line and left me wondering! ," Mujhe bahut bhookh laggi hai. Jutte polish kara lo bhaiya" (I am really hungry. Please allow me to polish your shoes so that I can eat something)
"Kya khana hai aapko?"(What do you want to eat?). I asked sympathetically.
He pointed his finger towards a food stall outside the metro station. I went there, bought him a packet of lays. He wiped his tears and gave me a sweet smile in return.
"Tum padhte kyu nahi bete?"(Why don't you study son?)
He replied while trying to open up the packet
"Mein Shudra jaati ka huin na" (I am a Shudra by caste)
I entered the metro station. Even though my body was moving towards the metro but my mind was still there with that kid looking at me with those empty eyes, asking me zillions of questions without even saying a word and crying out for help.
Torn clothes, watery nose, red eyes and bare footed.
In a country that is growing every second and running towards better standards of living, the problem of caste system still persists.
I looked outside the window of Delhi Metro and saw a brown patch between green lush. Does that barren, brown and dry land symbolize something? Is it trying to depict the unheard pain and cry of a section of society?
Why was this caste system brought into action?
Who actually started this system?
I tried putting every possible explanation for these questions but failed. I searched through each and every neuron of my mind and struggled to find solution to my problem in hand.
I failed!!
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I tried putting all these thought on the backseat of my mind and put efforts to put some music in to that empty hole. Travel of one hour and thirty minutes came to an end and I reached CP to meet my school friends.
*****
Where am I?
Which place is this?
Why is everything in gray-scale here?
I saw a board. On that board, it was written
WE JUST NEED 5 MILLION FARMERS. OTHERS KINDLY SHIFT THEIR PROFESSION.
-DELHI GOVERNMENT
What is all this? Why does everyone wants to be a farmer? What happened to those students who were running behind the prestigious IITs and IIMs? Where are all those who thought that CA is the best profession?
I tried searching for someone around but could not see anything except big and green farms cultivates by wheat, rice, maize etc. I was surprised to see the complete transformation of my city. From huge buildings to large farms and numerous cars to crops, everything around me was so different. I was trying hard to rewind my memory and then I saw someone coming towards me. I immediately recognize him.
THE SAME CHILD!!
He was still wearing those old and torn clothes and looked exactly the same. He again got on his knees and gripped my left leg. I heard him crying and saying
"Mujhe kuch peehn ne ko dedo bhaiya." (Please give me something to wear).
I searched all my pockets but found nothing there. I didn't have a single rupee to give it to this boy. I picked him up, wiped his tears and asked him
"Kya hua tumhe? Tumhe bhook nahi laggi kya?"( What happened? Are you not hungry?)
He replied
" Bhaiya, ghar pe anaaj bhara hua hai. Par leene wala koi nahi. Pehnu kya? Bahut thannd ho rahi hai"(My house is filled with grains. But I don't have anything to wear. Its really cold out here.)
I was startled by his reply and saw here and there. I couldn't find a single shop. There were huge farm lands only. Every possible vegetable was sowed around me but there was no shop from where he could buy some cloths. I asked him
"Jab itna anaaj hai to usse beech ke kapda kyu nahi khareedte?" ( When you have got extra food grains at your place, why don't you sell them and buy some clothes?)
"Koi khareedta hi nahi. Sabke pass sirf anaaj hi hai. Koi kapde nahi beechta." (No one will buy them as everyone is into this business only. No one sells clothes)
I was unable to understand the problem when suddenly I saw a board.
*****
I came out of my dreams and saw around. I was at my place. Everything was back to normal and it was just a dream. But that dream gave me an answer to my query.
I ,at least, came to know that why did this caste system emerge. A day at an alternate universe solved the mystery of this part of our universe.
*****
Indian caste system is divided into four major Varnaas.
The bases of this caste system was DIVISION OF LABOR. Division of work always increases the efficiency of work. Someone realized its importance and did the same. Some intelligent person introduced this caste system to increase the efficiency of work. This division was done on the basis of skills of a person and not on the basis of birth.
It was the dilution of information and the habit to make processes easy, that transformed this system. People started following it and divided the society on the basis of birth irrespective of the talent of the child. The son of a Brahmin would be a brahmin only and the son of a kshatriya would be kshatriya only so on and so fourth.
This dilution also took Shudras for granted and named them "untouchables".
Who-so-ever started this system, his/her motive was forfeited by the modifications of the society. Infact, this blessing has turned into a bane.
P.S- On that board, it was written
1. Brahmins- Priests
2. Kshatriyaas- those with governing functions
3. Vaishyaa- Agricultralists, cattle rearers and traders
4. Shudras- Labour and hard working people
Respect all, Love all.
(This article was originally written by the writer of this blog for some internal purpose of Lal Bahadur Shastri Institute of Management. Hence, this is just to apprise the readers of this blog about the same issue.)
"Hey bro, how are you?"
"Sure, it would be great. I will get free by 5pm. CP??"
"Done"
5pm
I left my institute (not college) and was pacing towards Sec-11 Dwarka Metro Station. At the entrance of the metro station, a kid came running towards me. I was listening to Mumfold and Sons when his one action left me thunderstruck. He gripped my left leg. I removed my earphones with a mixed feeling of anger and terror.
"What are you doing? Go away"
He just one line and left me wondering! ," Mujhe bahut bhookh laggi hai. Jutte polish kara lo bhaiya" (I am really hungry. Please allow me to polish your shoes so that I can eat something)
"Kya khana hai aapko?"(What do you want to eat?). I asked sympathetically.
He pointed his finger towards a food stall outside the metro station. I went there, bought him a packet of lays. He wiped his tears and gave me a sweet smile in return.
"Tum padhte kyu nahi bete?"(Why don't you study son?)
He replied while trying to open up the packet
"Mein Shudra jaati ka huin na" (I am a Shudra by caste)
I entered the metro station. Even though my body was moving towards the metro but my mind was still there with that kid looking at me with those empty eyes, asking me zillions of questions without even saying a word and crying out for help.
Torn clothes, watery nose, red eyes and bare footed.
In a country that is growing every second and running towards better standards of living, the problem of caste system still persists.
I looked outside the window of Delhi Metro and saw a brown patch between green lush. Does that barren, brown and dry land symbolize something? Is it trying to depict the unheard pain and cry of a section of society?
Why was this caste system brought into action?
Who actually started this system?
I tried putting every possible explanation for these questions but failed. I searched through each and every neuron of my mind and struggled to find solution to my problem in hand.
I failed!!
I tried putting all these thought on the backseat of my mind and put efforts to put some music in to that empty hole. Travel of one hour and thirty minutes came to an end and I reached CP to meet my school friends.
*****
Where am I?
Which place is this?
Why is everything in gray-scale here?
I saw a board. On that board, it was written
WE JUST NEED 5 MILLION FARMERS. OTHERS KINDLY SHIFT THEIR PROFESSION.
-DELHI GOVERNMENT
What is all this? Why does everyone wants to be a farmer? What happened to those students who were running behind the prestigious IITs and IIMs? Where are all those who thought that CA is the best profession?
I tried searching for someone around but could not see anything except big and green farms cultivates by wheat, rice, maize etc. I was surprised to see the complete transformation of my city. From huge buildings to large farms and numerous cars to crops, everything around me was so different. I was trying hard to rewind my memory and then I saw someone coming towards me. I immediately recognize him.
THE SAME CHILD!!
He was still wearing those old and torn clothes and looked exactly the same. He again got on his knees and gripped my left leg. I heard him crying and saying
"Mujhe kuch peehn ne ko dedo bhaiya." (Please give me something to wear).
I searched all my pockets but found nothing there. I didn't have a single rupee to give it to this boy. I picked him up, wiped his tears and asked him
"Kya hua tumhe? Tumhe bhook nahi laggi kya?"( What happened? Are you not hungry?)
He replied
" Bhaiya, ghar pe anaaj bhara hua hai. Par leene wala koi nahi. Pehnu kya? Bahut thannd ho rahi hai"(My house is filled with grains. But I don't have anything to wear. Its really cold out here.)
I was startled by his reply and saw here and there. I couldn't find a single shop. There were huge farm lands only. Every possible vegetable was sowed around me but there was no shop from where he could buy some cloths. I asked him
"Jab itna anaaj hai to usse beech ke kapda kyu nahi khareedte?" ( When you have got extra food grains at your place, why don't you sell them and buy some clothes?)
"Koi khareedta hi nahi. Sabke pass sirf anaaj hi hai. Koi kapde nahi beechta." (No one will buy them as everyone is into this business only. No one sells clothes)
I was unable to understand the problem when suddenly I saw a board.
*****
I came out of my dreams and saw around. I was at my place. Everything was back to normal and it was just a dream. But that dream gave me an answer to my query.
I ,at least, came to know that why did this caste system emerge. A day at an alternate universe solved the mystery of this part of our universe.
*****
Indian caste system is divided into four major Varnaas.
The bases of this caste system was DIVISION OF LABOR. Division of work always increases the efficiency of work. Someone realized its importance and did the same. Some intelligent person introduced this caste system to increase the efficiency of work. This division was done on the basis of skills of a person and not on the basis of birth.
It was the dilution of information and the habit to make processes easy, that transformed this system. People started following it and divided the society on the basis of birth irrespective of the talent of the child. The son of a Brahmin would be a brahmin only and the son of a kshatriya would be kshatriya only so on and so fourth.
This dilution also took Shudras for granted and named them "untouchables".
Who-so-ever started this system, his/her motive was forfeited by the modifications of the society. Infact, this blessing has turned into a bane.
P.S- On that board, it was written
1. Brahmins- Priests
2. Kshatriyaas- those with governing functions
3. Vaishyaa- Agricultralists, cattle rearers and traders
4. Shudras- Labour and hard working people
Respect all, Love all.
(This article was originally written by the writer of this blog for some internal purpose of Lal Bahadur Shastri Institute of Management. Hence, this is just to apprise the readers of this blog about the same issue.)
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