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Published: March 22nd 2006
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Untouchables
This family lives on the sidewalk and eekes as living as best they can This is my entry in the Narrative Creative Writing assignment due today
I was born….
Claire McManus
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I WAS BORN AN UNTOUCHABLE
I was born a hapless shudras. I can not remember how old I was when I realized the there might be a different way of life, an alternate set of rules; my inexcusable ignorance restricted by a rigidly stagnant existence.
I was born a feckless shudras within an orthodoxy which predestined me to a sordid fate.
I was born a rebellious shudras. I listened when I should not, I did not pretend to be blind, I could and did smell above me, I touched surreptitiously and relentlessly and did not implode. I could taste the advances of betterment. I was repressed, beaten and degraded. I was made to endure and remained desisted; no outside influence would allow my obscure mutiny
I was born an appalling shudras; no absurd tendency could replace the plague of continuity, no blemish could mar the established traditional ways. I could not be assimilated by another ways of being. No other caste would absorb my strides.
I was born an abject shudras, I could not invade or conquer, my adventures and explorations could not be traded on merit. I had inherited outdated, outlawed discrimination banned by law and I could not react. I belonged to the lowest varna and there I would stagnate until death to a superior reincarnation.
Because I was born a contemptible shudras, I was jeopardizing any promised advancement in the next life by aspiring to unreasonable extravagance in this one.
I was born a wretched shudras and I could not even dream of emulating the vaishyas as I could neither change the colour of my skin.
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correction
It should be shudra not shudras, which is the plural form.