When I was asked by an ex colleague, “So what are you?”, I chose to misunderstand the query and said, “A copywriter.” So he smiled at my naiveté and said, “Nahi, nahi, I meant what caste are you?” So the famous case of my twin surnames confusing people of my origin was at it again. But did it make a better person if I’d acquired a-so-to-speak brahmanical status thanks to matrimony or did it increase my prowess to churn out award winning campaigns if I was born a ‘baniya’? In a conversation with a very well read friend who has strong opinions on the caste system of India and how it manages to infiltrate all spheres of our living, it got me thinking how I had never gone beyond getting irked every time someone wanted to know what caste and sub-caste I belonged to. Why didn’t I read up more, why didn’t I want to take it up the way I want to campaign for cleanliness and hygiene in and around the city? Or it really doesn’t make any difference to me if a Dalit ...
Forgive me for I don't know if I have... my last confession and reflection was some time ago! The posts are about my feelings and opinions of incidences, advertisements, shows and my experiences, feel free to comment, share, agree or disagree :-)