A young man-to-be resentfully asked his father “Why should I? Why should I put up with the reservations at all? Why should students from SC & STs get better colleges than us even though they are less-talented than me?”
His mother chipped in too “Yes…. I have to put up with less merited and totally dumb nuts on a day-to-day basis. Why should this happen at all?”
The man of the house, his father, looked at them coolly in the eye “Do you know how dangerous the power of ridicule is? You dont even clean your table after you have eaten your food; And have you ever wondered how humiliating it is for a person to go to every house to collect the excreta of others in a bucket, carry it on his head walking all the way to the end of the village and throw it there? And do you understand the stigma that they go through for it…?
Ever wondered how hurt will a kid be when his classmates wont sit with him, wont touch him, wont talk to him and humiliate him for being the son of a faeces cleaner every day? Do you think he would ever go back to school after facing this on the first day of his school?
Do you think that kid will ever be able to lead a normal life? Do you understand the stigma that humiliation has left on that kid or the the havoc it can play on a small kids life…?”
Only silence & tears met him.
That young man-to-be was me.