by Madduri Nagesh Babu
He doesn't have a warrant, nor is there any case filed against me, but his eyes search intensely for me, while I cringe in fear and humiliation; here, life is a cops and robbers game. II When one gets admission, the notice board becomes an informer, while fellow students become para-military squads, until I finish my course I am Christ carrying the cross. III After I get a job my reservation becomes Judas, selling me off to my enemies' mockery, like I have no merit except that piece of paper; when the Tumkur B.E.,* smirks maliciously at me, I hang as a tear drop from the thorn of many boycotts. IV Now it has become my crown, the sword hiding in my scabbard, my caste certificate shall become the foreword of the new history I shall write.
* Tumkur B.E: refers to someone who has an engineering degree obtained from a private college funded by capitation fees. Naren Bedide's translation of Madduri Nageshbabu's Telugu poem 'Caste Certificate' (from his collection of poetry 'velivaaDa').The original post appeared on The Shared Mirror on April 28, 2010. It can be accessed here