On that hot summer morning in Amritsar
standing on the crowded holy bridge, holding parshad ( a sweet made up of
wheat, sugar and ghee) in hands, altogether a different feeling came over me! I
felt like a curious teenage girl who needed some answers immediately to steer
her life in one direction. As a matter of fact, the bridge was like a bridge of
faith for me-faith in my religion, society and myself; and I was crossing it
now!
Untill I was in graduation, I wasn’t even
sure what the word ‘caste’ even meant. I had grown up in a secular atmosphere
which was secure from this dirty politics of Castism. And here I was, standing
in one of the most pious of Sikh shrines; asking my Mom “Did our Gurus create
Caste along with Sikhism?” ‘No’, immediately came the reply and I almost sighed
with relief. The burden of castism did not rest on my community originally at
least!
“But, Sikhs also have castes, How did this
result then?” I asked. As expected the answer was that Sikhs had emerged from
Hindus and the crude age-old system of Castism could not be eradicated from
their minds even after conversion. Somehow other issues like idol workship,
fasting and other hard core traditions got refined but Manu’s play was still on
here. Then came the big question, “what would be your reaction if I marry a
Sikh from lower caste?” Almost
immediately, my Mom replies that she would not be happy ofcourse! When I challenge
her against the basic connotation of our religion, after an abrupt silence she
changes her verdict. “If the boy is well educated and has a good job, we would
not mind if you get married to a lower caste Sikh” Mom replied. ‘What determines your acceptance of the groom
from a lower caste or even a groom from other religion for your own daughter?
Society?’ Yes, Mom agreed. “Then what exactly is Society?”
She looks at me curiously as I define
society as age old beliefs of people becoming a way of life for the newer
generation! But are they all to be followed? Who would judge that? Who is there
to challenge the rules or norms which hurt? I keep wondering about the
helplessness of man in a society as the Shabad (Hymns being sung in a
Gurudwara) “SatGur Mera Poora’ (God is Complete) plays in the back drop of the
serene place.