Poem written during the First Anti-Mandal Riots by Varavara Rao

Lucky
You are born rich
To say in your language
"Born with silver spoon in the mouth''
Your agitation sounds creative
Our agony looks violent
You are meritorious
You can break the glass of buses
In a shape
As symmetric as Sun rays
You can deflate the tires
With artistic elan
While indulgent police look on
With their jaws rested on rifle butts
You can tie `Rakhis'
Even in the dark chambers
Of a police station
You do not buy bus ticket
Not because
Your pocket is empty
That is practical protest
The beautiful roads
Are all yours
Whether you do a `Rasta Roko'
Or drive vehicles with `save merit' stickers
We are bare-footed
Sweat-stinking road rollers
What if we built the roads?
The merit of the plan is yours
The credit of contract is also yours
Those exhilarating sixty days, what fun!
When your cute little girls
And their daredevil mates
Were going on a delectable rampage,
Everybody was delighted
Parents, their parents
Brothers and sisters
Even the servants
And reporting
Newspapers?
Oh, absolutely thrilled!
Boys and girls
Hand in hand
In protest
Of buried merit and dashed future
Going off to a picnic
O Yaar,How heroic!
You are the marathoners
In merit competition
Poor tortoises
Can we run with you?
If you serve ``Chair'' in Chikkadpalli
Sell ``pallies'' in cinema hall
Polish boots in Kothi Circle
Stop a Maruti or Priya on the Tankbund
To demand agitation fund
Well, Media persons are `merit' creatures
Their camera hearts `click
'Their pens shriek,`
"Youthful brilliance''!
We are drab faced duds
Sitting in the stink of dead animals
We make shoes
By applying color with our blood
And polishing them
With the sinking light of our eyes
However,
Isn't the shine different
When polished
By someone in boots?
We clean up your filth
Carry the night soil on our heads
We wear out our bodies
Washing your rooms
To make them sparkle
Like your scented bodies
We sweep, we clean; our hands are brooms
Our sweat is water
Our blood is the phenyl
Our bones are washing powder
But all this
Is menial labor
What merit it has?
What skill?
Tucked-in shirts and miniskirts
Jeans and high heels
If you sweep
The cement road with a smile
It becomes an Akashvani scoop
And spellbinding Doordharshan spectacle
We are
Rickshaw pullers
Porters and cart wheelers
Petty shopkeepers
And low grade clerks
We are
Desolate mothers
Who can give no milk
To the child who bites with hunger
We stand in hospital queues
To sell blood to buy food
Except
For the smell of poverty and hunger
How can it acquire
The patriotic flavor
Of your blood donation?
Whatever you do
Sweep, polish
Carry luggage in railway station
Or in bus stand
Vend fruits on pushcart
Sell chai on footpath
Take out procession
With `Save merit' placards
And convent pronunciations
We know
It is to show us that
Our labor of myriad professions
Is no match to your merit
White coats and black badges
Hanging over chiffon saris and Punjabi dresses
`Save merit' stickers
On breasts carrying `steth's (stethoscopes)
When you walk(ed) in front of daftar
Like a heaven in flutter
For EBCs among you
And those who crossed 12000 among us
The reservation G.O.
Is not only a dream shattered and heaven shaken
But also a rainbow broken
Yours
Is movement for justice
On the earthly heaven
That is why`Devathas' dared more for the amrit
The moment
You gave a call for `jail bharao'
In the press conference
We were shifted out
From barracks
To rotting dungeons
Great welcome was prepared
Red carpet was spread
(`Red' only in idiom; the color scares even those who spread it.)
We waited with fond hope that
The pious dust of your feet
Would grace not only the country
But its jails, too
How foolish!
The meritorious cream
The future
Of country's glorious dream
How can they come
To the hell of thieves,
Murderers and subversives?
We read and rejoice
That function halls
Where rich marriages are celebrated
Became your jails
Ours may be a lifelong struggle till death
But yours is a happy wedding party of the wealth
If you show displeasure
It is like a marriage tiff
If you burn furniture
It is pyrotechnical stuff
If you observe `bandh'
It is the landlord's daughter's marriage
Lucky
The corpse of your merit
Parades through the main streets
Has its funeral in `chourastas'
Amidst chanting of holy `mantras'
But Merit has no death
So
You creatively conduct symbolic procession
And enact the mourning `prahasan'
In us
To die or to be killed
There is no merit
We die
With hunger, or disease,
Doing hard labor, or committing crime,
In lock up or encounter
(Meritorious will not agree inequality is violence)
We will be thrown
By a roadside;
In a filthy pit;
On a dust heap;
In a dark forest
We will turn ash
Without a trace
We will `miss'
From a hill or a hole
Our births and deaths
Except for census statistics,
What use they have
For the national progress?
We take birth
And perish in death
In and due to
Miserable poverty
You assume the `Avatar'
When Dharma is in danger
And renounce the role
After completing the job
You are the `sutradhar'
You are lucky
You are meritorious.

take a break

I suppose since the governement and all the political parties are standing firm on the issue of reservations, it is time for all of us to take a break.

stereotypes

It is interesting to analyze the violent stereotypes that the anti-reservation group is spreading about Dalit/Adivasi students. There are two main pictures which emerge.
One is the greedy, underserving middle class Dalit student who is arriving in a private vehicle (son/daughter of a high level beaurocrat who has got into the system through reservation) and who is sneaking into the system immorally.
The other is the village lout who cannot speak english very well, nor can cope with the complex classes because he/she lacks merit, period!
As far as the midde class dalit is concerned (the elusive creamy layer), when one takes the admission procedures of IITs etc. it is clear that very few first generation dalit/adivasi students might be able to compete with the coaching centred entrance systems of the elite institutions. Does this mean that already under-represented communities need not be represented at all? Moreover, when one considers the still prevailing racial discrimination in our interview systems (which even middle class dalits face) and the lack of inner confidence and lack of availability of role models for underprevileged children, how are we to easily buy the creamy layer argument?
In this situation, when the "deserving" first generation reservation benificiary comes into the institution, s/he faces castiest comments about "merit." Kamaal hai!

reservations in the private sector KANCHA ILAIAH's article

Read the article here

Aditya Nigam's article on caste

read the article here

Jayati Ghosh and P.M. Bhargava congratulations

Why did Pratap Bhanu Mehta and Andre Beteille resign from the national knowledge commission? Any way, the stand that it keeps taking about education for the masses - the commission itself should not exist. Beteille, earlier had taken a stand that caste system in India should not be comapred to race discrimination when Dubin meeting was goingon. They have apparently resigned because the govt is not concerned about the issue of reservation, it seems! Good riddance of bad rubbish as far as I am concerned. congrats to Jayati Ghosh and P.M. Bhargava for taking a courageous stand on reservations.

Media Watch

Generally, the electronic media has shown its totally savarna character. Sahara is the worst, according to me.
But two days ago there was a nice programme in CNN IBN, which i suspect the channel did not intend! The pro-reservationists had taken over the programme. I was really impressed by Mr Raja, the CPI leader's commitment (the way Sagarika Ghosh ran away from him when he said land reforms are the first step towards an egalitarian society in the context of supporting reservations)

We need to organise

I support OBC reservations very strongly. So, anyone who has entered this website thinking there is a neutral point of view will be disappointed. When there is justice and injustice and you are placed in the middle, there is no neutral position available. If you claim to take a neutral position, it only means that you are with injustice!
The uppercaste students from the metros are organising in small numbers. They get full media coverage and all the middle class hearts weep at the sight of beautiful, white skinned young people marching in the scorching heat of New Delhi and the police wielding lathis against them. While state atrocity againgst anyone has to be condemned, the agenda of the media in repeating the visual of the white coated (and white skinned) doctors getting thrashed on the roads even on Monday (when the visual which was shown actually happened on Saturday) is quite clear. The same day, the police burnt around 600 basti houses without notice. Since the faces that will apppear on the TV will not be audience friendly (i.e. they will be dark and even dirty!) and he issue is not something NDTV's and Sahara's audience will weep, they came a flicker and disappeared from public view.
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