Caste System, Issues in India, Kids, Parents

The long whistle!

A girl aged 14 and her elder brother aged 16 were eagerly waiting for their father who was about to return home after the days work in a paddy field. The mother seemed to be busy in the kitchen, preparing some sweets in appreciation of the good performance by the kids at school. They are living i n one of the huts in the slum area and the two kids never mingled with other kids in the neighborhood because they had higher aims.

When their father returned home, the mother told him, “you have a good news… Shanthi gets first rank and Selvan is junior sports champion”. But his response was just “uhm uhm” followed by a silent soliloquy, “ good performance means higher studies… more expences…” They belong to the so – called socially and economically backward caste and there was no question incurring more expenses but still, he thought it was time to say “enough is enough”. So, he called his children aside and told them, “so. Shanthi has done Pretty well and Selvan is a champion. Well and good! If you continue your studies, you’ll have to wait for 8 to 10 years to get a good job. So, from tomorrow onwards, you are not students. Selvan will come with me every day to that land lord’s Paddy field. Shanthi will learn cooking”. The children were upset but the father blew the long whistle…

We see such incidents in Mega serials on TV and we cannot dismiss them as “unrealistic”

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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