Vivek Singh It boils my blood when you sneerMake faces and whisper ‘reservation’. What exactly is your frustration, your critique, what is the devastationThat it brings in your life that you hate it so? Or is it the idea of me sitting next to youThat makes you say no? What is it that your frail …
Rant against the ranters (aka Why I no longer talk to ‘upper castes’ about caste?)
