WHATS THERE IN A NAME: PROBABABLY NOT VALID FOR India.
A blog by abhishek bhopali
When Shakespeare proposed this “universally
accepted” quote, he probably unaware of Indian subcontinent.
India is a country where your fate is decided
less by your job but more by your name, or precisely speaking , its your
“SURNAME” .
Yes it is the same country where people can kill
each other only because they have different religious view, and we proud of it.
We says we are united and “unity is our strength”, but the truth we never been
united since early origin. Not to mention we are enslaved by Afghans, Mughals,
Britishers and many more, thanks to our “skewed view on unity”.
We are now considered to be a independent
country. But independent from what??? We are still in the same phase of
moulding as we were from last 10 centuries, or may be more than that. We still
fight on the name of “HINDU-MUSLIM”, “MANDIR-MASJID”.
Casteism is even more dangerous. This is probably the top-most reason why we
had enslaved for more than 3 centuries own our own land. Again thanx to
castiesm.
Let me tell you a very true story:
I
natively belongs to an average
village somewhere in Gopalganj district of Bihar. We belong to some caste they call it
“Brahmin”. I was brainwashed that as being a Brahaman, we (collectively the
entire bunch of caste-lover) are among the top of all the peoples. According to
them we are sacred and higher than those so called “lower-caste” by default.
I
never know why we are considered to be the higher one just because
because we born in some random high class family. I never had any courage to
ask them why so? So technically, I do no have such idea why so? So let it be
here only…………..
This incident happens to me some one
year back. I was in my hometown in vacation, I was introduced to everyone as I was a dummy
showpiece. I was adviced to wish namastey to every elder of our caste.
I was out with my little brother. I
decided to pretend to be nice to the peoples. I said NAMASTEY to one of the
elder person I got through by joining my both hands. He looked me by extra
straining his older eyes and looked puzzled at my brother . I interpreted his “who
the f**k is this guy?” look and introduced myself. After my brief introduction(enquiry,
to be precise) he scolded me for not touching his feet. I felt like an stupid
then, but anyways, I touched his feet and went forward on my way.
# This phase of my life is called “being
stupid” #
My brother told me to touch every elders’
feet during my wish. Then I greeted
every elder I met during my this “JAN-SAMPARK-YATRA” program. I had gave a brief introduction to every
person I met there. I was behaving like a computer-programmed-Robot fed with an
instruction to be repeated in a cycle. I was so much practices to this * CTRL+C CTRL+V * version of me that if I see any living creature older than me I would greet him/her by touching the feet and give my very-well-mugged-till-now
intro.
# This phase of my life is called “being
in *CTRL+C CTRL+V* mode” phase.#
I was so perfect by then that I love
this “non-paid-job”. During this entire “JAN-SAMPARK-YATRA” I was forgotten the
most emphasized word told by my family. I saw an oldman, well-dressed in
dhoti-kurta passing by. I immediately touched his feet and greeted him. He immediately
stepped back in sudden reflex saying “RAM-RAM”. I was puzzled that “why the
f**k he is doing this instead of usual blessing ”. I looked at my brother for
the sake of the answer of his “unusual” act over my “well-trained-computer-programmed-robotic-greeting-scheme”.
He was giving me “oh-my-god!! What the f**k u did?” look. I was confusedly trying
to figure out “what the f**k I did”?
# This phase of my life is called “What-the-f**k-I-did?”
phase#
I sensed my
computerized-programmed-robotic-greeting-scheme of this “JAN-SAMPARK-YATRA” had
occurred any serious “technical-error”. My little brother who is very small in
age than me but very-much-experienced in “SOCIAL BEHAVIOUR” comparatively, told
me that this guy I just greeted belongs to HARIJANS and I was not supposed to
touch his feet. I said “its OK, not a big deal, it happens. I’ll take care now”.
He told me I would scolded if someone in family learned about it. I told him not to tell anything home. He
reminded me its not possible as some of the villagers saw me touching his feet
and they will surely spread this “”BREAKING-NEWS” in entire viullage. I was
shocked to know this, and precisely scared to death. I was feeling like an
as*h*le. I prayed million times to each and every possible versions of god
known to mankind that these “small-scale-media-people” would not tell my
parents about my this biggest-ever-SIN.
# This phase of my life is called “being
as*h*le” #
Well, we reached
home only to know that these news people had done their job, as expected. I
must say these virtual news peoples are perfectly professional and dedicated
toward their favouriate job. I was scolded
like hell and treated as if I had came after messed up in sewage. I was told(strictely
ordered,actually) to have a bath right-then , and I had to. Only after having
my “unwanted” bath, I was allowed to be a part of my “holy” family. During dinner
I asked my papa that why he still believe these bullshits and he told me if we
don’t do this, we will not be respected
by our own society. We have got to live like this if we have to survive in this
so called “well-behaved-society”.
# This phase of my
life is called “being dumba*s” #
No need to say, I had
became the hottest topic of discussion on “gossip-television” of our village. These “high class” people of society had got
a brand new spicy topic of their media-job. I was feeling like embraced and
wondered about this “SURVIVAL-FOR-THE-FITTEST” theory. I had been there 4 more
days there and that was the most embarrassing period of my life. I couldn’t figure out which universal force
let them do this insane.
# This phase of my
life is called “being embraced” #
This is actually
not a story, it’s a real incident which forced to rethink about my theories of
right to equality.
So the point is THERE
MAY BE NOTHING IN NAME, BUT BEING IN INDIA, SURNAME MATTERS A LOT.
Can we ever replace
this inequality from our heart.???????????
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ABHISHEK BHOPALI
ABHISHEK BHOPALI
