The Boy Who Dared to Drink

A Chandāla, a village pig, a rooster, a dog,

a menstruating woman and a eunuch must not look at the twice-borns while they eat.

— Manusmriti

Not just a furtive glance, this nine-year-old boy’s sin was far more audacious. Indra Kumar Meghwal, a Class 3 student, simply failed to contain his thirst. He, a Dalit boy, drank from a pitcher kept aside for upper caste teachers.

Punishment was due. He was beaten, mercilessly, by Chail Singh – his 40-year-old upper caste teacher at the Saraswati Vidya Mandir in Rajasthan’s Surana village.

After 25 days, and after visiting 7 hospitals to seek help, on the eve of India’s Independence Day, the little boy from Jalore district breathed his last in Ahmedabad city.

Worms in a Jar

Once upon a time

there was a pitcher in a school.

The teacher was a demigod,

three bags full –

one for a Brahmin ,

one for a king,

and one for a penny that Dalits they bring.

Once upon a neverland

twice upon a time,

the pitcher taught a little kid –

“Thirst is a crime.

Thy teacher is a twice-born,

life is a scar,

and thou art a worm, lad,

kept in a jar.”

This jar had a quaint name: sanatani desh,

“Your skin is a sin,

kiddo, damned is your race.”

Yet with a paper tongue

drier than a dune,

he drank a li’l drop of the wet mehroon.

Alas!

the thirst was too much to bear,

didn’t the books say: “give, love and share”?

Out spread his fingers brave,

touched the pitcher cold,

The teacher was a demigod,

And he, a nine-year-old.

With a punch and a kick

and a well-placed stick,

the boy was tamed,

with a rage unnamed.

The demigod laughed like a sweet limerick.

Bruises on the left eye,

maggots in the right,

black were the lips

to the teacher’s delight.

His thirst was sacred, his creed was pure,

his heart is a hole

where death endures.

With a sigh and a ‘why’

and hatred high,

the thirst was named,

in wrath untamed.

The blackboard moaned like a graveyard fly.

Once upon a time

there was a corpse in a school,

Yes sir! Yes sir! Three drops full!

one for a mandir,

one for a crown,

one for a pitcher where Dalits they drown.

[Joshua Bodhinetra (Shubhankar Das) has an MPhil in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur University, Kolkata. He is a translator for PARI, and a poet, art-writer, art-critic and social activist. Courtesy: People’s Archive of Rural India (PARI).]

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