I am the living dead to them.
My eldest #sibling is a Dean in a famous University. The other is a doctor.
They avoid me now.
My father too. He used to talk about his third kid when I was rich and successful. Now, I'm a memory lost.
No point reminding people of that.
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There is work till half past noon, upon that land so moodily fertile; I do not talk to the trees, that’s for the the loony; I do not caress the land or my woman; I #shovel, dig, deep, spit, sweat, curse with relief; I lie on top, breathing hard, resting in the shade.
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from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/space-between.html
After school, I went to a college far from home. I guess that last part was the operative part for me – far from home. There, I got to know the power of religion, caste, color, language, class and beliefs. I was not naïve. But the fervent, #radical and senseless grouping of youngsters, the youngest around seventeen and the oldest barely twenty two, was overwhelming. The main clubs were based on simple stuff like region or language. It was awful to see the crème de la crème of society enforce a tacit apartheid. The chanting at the campus temple seemed loud and combative, and the display of saffron or sandalwood paste just ostentatious. In that small campus village, the Christians’ orthodox Sunday school and the Muslims’ mandatory prayer meetings appeared resentful and vindictive. The left-leaning intelligentsia lived in their cuckoo-land, copycats, so obviously false but still fashionable. There was even a large snooty clique that followed Ayn Rand. In one way or the other, each group believed in their superiority and in subjugating others.
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from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/05/being-bad.html
