“So
both of you are Ghati’s right?” asked the middle aged fair lady serving us
water. Looking equally bewildered, i gave the blankest of the looks to my
history teacher for bringing up a term i had never heard before. “Ghati, Maam?” I stammered looking still as expressionless as before. “arre you guys are Marathi
na?” she put across with that expression of looking down at the common breed of
human beings found on the streets of the
city which was supposedly was meant to
be their original breeding ground. “well yes maam, we both are , but what does Ghati
mean ?”Answered Nikhil in a rebellious tone to the person who was responsible
for teaching us the history and civics of India in an age where anything taught
by the teachers meant the last word. “See Maharashtra is located in the Western
Ghats, so the people staying here are called Ghati’s. My maid servant is also a
Ghati. Actually she hasn’t come today so I have to do all the work here.” she
answered in a sarcastic tone topping up with a smirk which evidently expressed
looking down on two teenage boys not belonging to the same variety of humans she
definitely did not want to be associated with and who probably were nowhere
near the Race of people she belonged to.
As she
went inside the kitchen, continuing to the pleasing host and doing the work to
be done originally by a person belonging to the same breed as her guests, both
of us looked at each other imbibing new lesson taught by our history teacher on
the diversity of India. Picking up the cup of tea I asked “ Maam waise where do
belong to ?” “Well originally from Punjab but have shifted to this city after marriage
as my husband was working her, so basically we are Punjabis you know” she
answered with pride in her tone on the mention of her original roots. “Oh so you
Chose to be a Ghati, that is so
great maam !!!?” said Nikhil with an animated excited expression. “Oh no no we
are not, its just that we stay here, but not...!!” falling silent mid way and
realising she had been taught a lesson by her student , whom she was accountable
to teach the basic tenets of egalitarianism
and equality , giving us the friendly smile she said “Yes, I too am a Ghati and
a proud one too!!”

1 comment:
Very well written.. And of course good lesson for that Punjabi teacher
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