I was on my way to office, in a BMTC bus. There were many students in the bus, one of them sitting in front of me. The man who sat near this boy asked, "Where do you study?". The boy answered saying some Government school. The man again asked, "English medium or Kannada medium?". The boy proudly answered, "English medium." In the next stop, two little kids got into the bus. They got tickets to Lal Bagh. The conductor asked them, "Why do you go to Lal Bagh daily?". One of the kids answered, "His aunt works there. We go there to help her.", pointing to the other. The other kid was fair and had an attractive smile on his face. He was looking at our English medium boy, clad in uniform, with a sense of respect. Both the kids were decently dressed and looked clean. The conductor asked them, "What about school? Do you go or not?", with a smirk on his face. The fair kid said, "No", in a low voice. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. The conductor made a sarcastic comment about the future of the kids and moved on to issue tickets to others. The bus dropped the kids at Lal Bagh.


  1. It'd be interesting (for interested observers), 10 or 15 years hence, to know of the life of these boys. Would the English medium one comply with the prevailing belief of ending up better, or would the latter two defy disparity and achieve the perceived impossible?
    Whatever these boys make of themselves, is unlikely to settle the argument of whether or not one is an easy beneficiary because of a certain medium of instruction, I think.


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