My countrymen, I served honestly and to the best of my ability. But their numbers outnumbered me. Their votes were well cast (e)-ed… Their votes flew like the stinking autumn leaves and blinded the vision of all like the bright sun in the desert. My intellect fell on me…The sun ascended pale on us in the morning, and at night it lost in the gloomy clouds and appeared as an emissary of devastation. That was the last sun that shone on this Brahman…He is now a slave to the quota man… He has done nothing immoral for which a Brahman ought to be disgraced and cursed. He has served his country, society and people, against abusive quota men, who punch the system, year after year, to cheat the people and seize away their fundamental rights.
You know the cause of our knowledge and intellect. It is known to all my countrymen. They ought to be ashamed of this. Brahmans are not deceitful. The quota men speak badly of the Brahman and look at him maliciously. But the Brahman does not tell lies. Brahmans do not steal. The story is same everywhere, be it Kashmir or Tamilnadu or Utter Pradesh or Bihar.
A Brahman, who is as bad as the quota men, could not live in this great nation; he would be put to death, eaten up by meat eater vultures. The quota men are bad masters; they have the benefit of false acts and covenant in false actions; they grin in the face of the poor Brahman to cheat them; they vibrate them by the hand to gain their confidence, to make them drunk, to con them, and ruin their lives and family. We prayed them to leave us alone, but they curved themselves among us, like the snake. They poisoned us with their slap lightly. We are not safe and secure. We are in danger. We are becoming like them, hypocrite and liars, double-crossing slothful murmur, all talkers and no workers.
This mournful truth is the reality of our existence. Sun-sets very slow but here slower, where all are slaves to numbers and power. Where merit is cursed and intellect is abused, here life is won by bribes and flatters implored.
Great Chanakya said, "The nation which insults the merit, is bound to perish" The quota men do not scalp the head like brute Moguls but they do worse-they poison the system and mind…Farewell, my nation! My People-Farewell to a Brahman- Wronged by the Constitutional Apartheid.
The brahminical system is the greatest strength of Hinduism. It has the power of assimilation, a readiness to reform and include new things and discard old and outmoded ones. It is here that the Buddhists were outwitted by the Brahmins. Buddhism is perhaps the greatest religion that the world has ever seen, but who can compete with Shiva and Shakti, the systems of worship which have lasted in India for thousands of years since the days of Indus valley civilization? Who can compete with Vishnu, the greatest of all Puranic gods? They incorporated every precious bit of folk religions, Shankaracharya even assimilated the whole Buddhist philosophy of Nagarjuna, and thus the Brahmins ensured that the reach and scope of Brahminical Hinduism were peerless.
This order or caste mobility was fully allowed depending on a person's merit and abilities. If Hinduism is really this resilient, vibrant and assimilatory way of life which we all believe it is.
It's possible, because Hinduism is an ever-flowing river, and not a frozen pond; we don't have a Quran or a Bible; we even acknowledge the validity of atheist philosophical schools like Sankhya within our fold, and we have heterodox systems (which challenged the authority of the Vedas) like Buddhism, Charvakism etc.
What we need is a new religious ferment. There is little use in howling over the atrocities of Islam unless we are able to offer an irresistible alternative to the common man. Let's make Hinduism attractive, new, innovative and egalitarian. Let's destroy caste hierarchy based on caste quotas created by neo-Ambedkarites Brahmans. This casteism is our Achilles' heel, and some Hindu wisdom must prevail now so that we can start another reform movement in India at par with Adi Shankaracharya, Buddha, Mahavir, Shri Chaitanya and Swami Vivekananda.
Brand Name
God send me on the earth, an innocent being,
Untouched by the black and white doing,
But the world branded me as a Brahmin,
And a curse fell on this urchin,
A child of lesser God,
The entire honour was forbidden to this pod,
Education, help, livelihood,
All was snatched by Robin Hood,
Some branded it as social equality,
But it was stated cruelty,
Other's called it secular passion,
But it was ugly repression,
All the isms kill human rights,
They are the Janus face of racial might.
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