RACE TO BE BACKWARD

The recent reservation policy has instilled an irrepressible zeal in many to be backward. The GUJJARS’ demanded their right to be ‘backward’ and resorted to everything from road blockage to stone pelting to become ‘backwards’. But the MEENA’s who didn’t want to loose any of their exclusive rights to ‘backwardness’ rigorously protested the GUJJARS’ bid to be ‘backward’.

This unabashed display should have shaken us up. It should have been a death blow to the dangerous being called ‘reservations’ but I served as a catalyst and triggered numerous similar claims.

Man…..how foolish is man???

But I am a die hard optimist. Even with regards to something as illogical as ‘The race to be backward’ I can mould it to suit my requirements. After all life is all about perception. You see what you want to see. So because of my keen sense of observations and the eccentric ways of my classmates I stumbled across a new definition of ‘the race to be backward’ and then found myself laughing out of my skin.

The race is held every single day. It begins with the rising sun. The racers prepare themselves fully aware of the dangers ahead, the joy of triumph and the misery of defeat. The act is no small feat; it will have far ranging consequences. It will determine the course of the day. Failure is not an option. Fully armored and rearing to go, they enter the race tracks.

But this is not an ordinary race. Speed and accuracy matter the most. There is no margin for the slightest error. But the goal is different. No body wants to be ahead every body is racing to be backward.

So as the clock strikes eight and the lazy peon finally figures out which key opens the dreaded door….THE RACE BEGINS.

It’s a war. No mercy is shown. Only the best will survive. The key is twisted, the lock opens, the door swings open and they are off.
Rushing through mad traffic, squeezing through the tiny door, they reach out for their trophy.

Not all will savor victory. “Success goes to the most perseverant”. So after squeezing your way, for the first time in the day you see the reason for this race. You grab it.

Now seated on your prize you realize it was so worth it. “THE LAST BENCH” that’s the prize. It was a race to reach the end of the class, to be as far away from the devilish looks of the professor, it was a race to be ‘backward’.

The last BENCH in the class is a student’s ultimate destination. But only a few make it. The rest say to themselves “May be tomorrow”.

So there you have it. A race to be backward. A race to distant yourself from the disease called
“Education”. A race which reminds you how hilarious and ironical life can be.
RACE ON…….