A woman who I was talking to for the first time aksed me lately, "So which caste and religion do you belong to?"
"None. I don't believe in that."
"That's okie, still, what's your last name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"WQhy don't you want to tell me?"
"Coz then you will stereotype me. Put me in a category, label me. May be even expect me to behave like that stereotype image which you have in your head. And that will be away from The Truth."
"I promise I won't."
"Okie then, you take a guess on what my caste and religion is."
"You look like a Chrisstian or a South Indian."
"See, you are already typecasting me. Putting me in a category based on my appearance. Next thing I know you will ask me which parish I go to. Or may be expect me to know the recipe of rassam."
"Cut the crap and tell me what you belong to?"
"OK! I belong to the Consciousness. To The All. To the Ever Prevailing. The Stuff. Can you handle THAT?"
Silence.
Woman screaming: Arrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh.
Man nopting: Not vetting laid tonight.
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