Collisions are bound..

To be honest, me & and most people I interact with belong to the oppressor castes, the biggest oppression I face is brahminical capitalism although I have fallen in for quite a bit of consumerism, I tolerate this oppression by shaming brahminism but still yearn for that holiday in far away places, or buying the latest apple products. I feel guilt free by donating two cents of my salary to social causes, some weekend or two towards social work most of and most of my free time bashing the ‘brahminical capitalist’ status quo. Honestly me and my working class parents are the displaced lots although hailing from oppressor castes. We own no farmland because my dad’s dad lost it all to kickstart his political career which never took off. My dad during his early teens worked in grocery stores, hawked to sell salt till his sister got married to a person of another oppressor caste who then sponsored his diploma, made him an eligible bachelor, found him an educated bride, my mom working for

My savarna parents too had their share of difficulties with delayed salaries (my mom was not paid her salaries for 6 months in a row on couple of occasions), she had no maternity leave, she had sold sarees in trains as well as once home from her gruelling work schedule, hour long train commutes to work in extremely crowded trains, under-employment and had to single-handedly fund my education & home expenses. My dad has suffered redundancy on number of occasions but thanks to my mom he was never allowed to take refuge in alcohol or other addictions. My education in a private school was of pathetic standards & I magically started scoring good marks only after I joined private tuitions of my own school teachers. My school days were horrible because i was effeminate and was bullied at school and in my neighbourhood. I found refuge in art and pursued architecture with a big hope that arty people are not necessarily masculine but that assumption was far from reality. I was assumed ga