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The Last Bhangi The opinion

The last bhangi, a Social Construction.

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They had hardly gone for five minutes when a man from Thakur sahib’s kothi called out to his father: ‘Oye, Shambu! Come, the master has called. The pipe needs your attention’. Chandan heard no more, for his father took Thakur sahib’s employee to one side and talked in low tones. Chandan heard snatches, his father protesting ‘It’s Diwali… Son…. Firecrackers…’ and the employee insisting ‘Malik… Guests… Two hundred’, and his father walked up to him, looking defeated and placed his hand tenderly on his shoulder, and said: ‘Go home. I’ll come in late tonight. Tell your mother. Don’t cry, we’ll go tomorrow’. Chandan stood, his lower lip quivering while his father followed Thakur sahib’s servant. Chandan went home, threw himself on his mat, and cried, hiding his face under the pillow, and fell asleep.
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My guest at Amu canteen, Malcolm X

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Standing here in the timeless city of education let me remind you that Muslims in India are devoid of respect and recognition, in the name of living they are merely existing. Our people are still drenched in the colonial mentality, you are psychological colonies of your masters because you've forgotten your true master, your lord. You're suffering today all form of colonisation, exploitation, oppression, degradation, humiliation, discrimination, extermination and every other kind of action. In the name of freedom, justice, democracy and all cool-sounding terms our brothers are treated like worms. Our objective and purpose from now on is to fight whoever gets in our way......
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CHARAS: A joint effect on a University Student.

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Adeel tried successive attempts but couldn’t qualify the entrance. The white apron on Ismat’s shoulders hadn’t brought a shred of arrogance in her attitude and demeanour. She used to cry like an infant whenever they would meet. Adeel had told her everything, every bit of it and the psychological dependency. He had his shortcomings but Ismat still admired him in bits and pieces. Every time Ismat came to see him, she desperately announced her bitterness filled with dismay and he would promise, not ever again. They liked and admired each other as the lovers had done for eternity.