2. In Mysore city, there is a sweetmeat shop. He makes extrordinarily tasty jalebies. I belong to one of the upper castes. I regulary buy from that shop. All of us including my mother who is an orthodox lady relish the sweets. Till date we have not asked him directly as to which caste he hails from and whether the person who prepares these jalebies is from forward or backward caste. However, we know that the owner is from backward caste & the cook? GOK! There are hundreds like me who buy from that shop.
There is another shop owned by a Brahmin. He prepares the best snacks in the city. His shop is overcrowded any time you visit him. He is one of the most courteous persons in the city (he deserves an award for being courteous). People from all religions throng his shop to buy the tasty snacks.
What is the lesson you learn from the above two true stories?
Quality is the word! Who cares as long as the quality is good?
Translating this into the story of the OBC officer's son versus driver's son narrated by Ashish Sharma, as long as the former gets good marks in the exam no one minds it. However, getting a seat at the cost of the driver's son is illogical & can happen only in a country like India.
While in the army we had three cooks in the mess, one a Christian, one a Muslim & another a Brahmin. None of us questioned their caste since we belonged to a decent establishment.
I do not mind eating chat from the latter's shop if it is good.
