Nadiya Ke Paar

It becomes quite funny when you get embroiled in some shit you didn’t ask for, didn’t want and do not deserve, and it gets even funnier when you realise that you were embroiled in that shit since way before you thought you got embroiled in it. There are people in your life, each of them with a different vibe who induce different feelings in you. People are people and those who have been in your life would remain in it forever, whether you like it or not. Relationships are funny little things. You studied in school, you got classmates and school friends, you studied in college, you got batchmates and college friends. It might be that some of your classmates are more successful than you, or some of your batchmates from college are more successful than and how you take it depends on the kind of person you are. I own a private practice, it’s not a stable job like a government job or a corporate job where once you hold your designation it becomes difficult to get demoted, what I do, it is what it is. People come to me with a problem, and I solve that problem and take money for it to run my household. Can a person’s worth determined by the amount of effort that has been made on them and yet somehow, they have persisted? I don’t know you tell me. I have suffered incessantly in my life, but I have always made right choices. I read vast amounts of literature to find the cause and solution for my suffering and you know what I found? All the cause of my suffering was local hatred of my tier 4 hometown and village. It followed me wherever I went, and it tried to make sure I remain inferior to whoever I studied with school and college, and by inferior, I mean socially and financially. I matured and I realised that it is common approach and modus operandi of my region, Purvanchal, whose establishment likes to get people of the region get humiliated and exploited by individuals of other regions, it's a common pattern. I finally realised that even though the culture and people are beautiful, or were beautiful until the 90s at least, mindless exploitation of people is ending the beauty. I know that my culture was beautiful, I was there, just in the 90s when I used to go to my Nani’s village, and then again there is the world of cable TV operators and contractors who give two shits about the authenticity of culture and preservation of aesthetics that once were present, at least until the 90s. I never considered my hometown to be backward, I don’t know, I loved it, I loved my village and everything about the culture, but I finally realise that the local politics of the regions gives zero fucks about the culture and its preservation. My father might be anyone outside the hometown but he will always be inferior to the local cable tv owner and local contractors and I’m talking about inferiority at a level that can’t be negotiated. So I finally realised that all the hard work of my father throughout his life and all my life experiences amount to zero, when my goals weren’t even social climbing, it was just doing my job and having fun. I finally realised that Purvanchal is a rapetown where rape coexists with religion just at a level at which it can’t be seen and I suppose it is a continuation of the culture from Bihar and of the greater country. The fun part is that the attempt to humiliate me and prove me inferior to my colleagues have been on since more that two decades and continuously, I know it sounds paranoid, but stay with me, it made me realise that wherever you are in the country, and I don’t know about the world as I haven’t tested it, your hometown travels with you. Unfortunately, my hometown consists of illiterate rapists and extortionists who practice literal slavery, which is kind of funny in 21st century and which is in stark contrast with the actual culture and the actual people. I realise that the humiliation is all mine even if it was engineered in retrospect. I take pride in my culture but unfortunately not the region, not anymore, especially when I realise the collusion of rape, religion and exploitation in the region. My good people suffer, and my beautiful culture has been rendered unrecognizable since the 90s. It’s a shame but then one realises that there is no point in deliberation with illiterate rapists, especially when the whole world is the same just with a bit more manners.