It all began with a spark. A spark which I had never expected! I was shuffling through the news channels, when my eardrum rang to one of the random voices. It was one of country’s eminent journalist reporting some major political movement at some part of the country. What really matters is not news here, but the news sense applied at that case. It was just some political moves and what made me surprised was the way he was shuffling the political names. The names were directly being related to their caste. I mean,
it was some political movement of great importance, yet the only thing on which he was drawing the conclusion was based on caste. Even the anchor note followed in the next screen, continued the analysis and started projecting the possible outcome. I was amused, how big this caste system was even though at that stage it affected almost entire population of the state.
Well, it was not the first time that I was amused. Been brought up in a family where Casteism was never prioritized at my home, I never knew my caste… until I was in class 9th. (I know this can be amusing to some of my readers, but that is a vague truth). With time I found more and more people showing interest on my title rather than my name. As I ended up my school life at tenth, I discovered that my full name was asked only to confirm the caste I belong to. Even this is just a small example. I have seen people deciding working capabilities by a simple logic. Which caste I belong to? Oh! Sir, can you please explain, how at all you justify that? How can one’s work be decided by one’s name? This fact haunts my mind with utmost disgust.
If this is how we decide human beings, then dogs are better, at least we decide them with their work, not by the place or family they are born in.
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FREAKING OUT THE RISK
FREAKING OUT THE RISK
The whole north India is under the threat of flood. First draught and now flood… Mother Nature is showing her extremes to us. Water level is on high rise. Government of various states has started issuing warnings to evacuate the banks of river. There is a state of high alert throughout the northern region.
In Bihar especially, various districts of Bihar are under flood. The water is flowing above the danger line. The breaking of embankments is a general story of the newspaper these days. The government has issued waning bells to the residents and the businessmen living in the adjoining areas of the river ghat. Several thousand people have been evacuated. But the river ‘Ganges’ is on extreme rage. It has become a threat to the residents of Patna and its adjoining areas.
But, there is also a different face of this high time. It is the ‘Youngistaan’. The high blood of youth is trying to tame this outrageous flow of water. There are youngsters who want to star this time with all their skills. To get rid of the heat, they jump in the water. It is not a pond but the untamed water of the river Ganges. With no fear in the eyes these youngsters jump in the water, take long swimming ventures, and turn back. Even though they seem very confident, are they really safe? It is an unanswered question. With no liability of anyone it can be said simply as ‘FREAKING OUT TO RISK’
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