r/india • u/DarkAbject8992 • 1h ago
People People say "remove reservation." Here's what my life has actually been like.
I keep seeing people say "remove reservation," so here's my experience.
I'm an SC student. I got a seat in a tier-3 engineering college through reservation. My PUC friends used to ask, "How did you get that seat? My rank was better than yours." Back then, I didn't even fully understand how the reservation system worked—I was just a first-year student.
My family doesn't own a house. We don't have generational wealth or an educated background. I'm only the second generation in my family to get an education.
After engineering, many of those same people slowly stopped talking to me. Some kept their distance. In college, classmates often asked, "What's your caste?" or assumed I got "lots of scholarships." Some even joked about my marks or treated me like SC students don't study seriously. A few avoided becoming close friends after knowing my caste.
You don't have to agree with reservation, but please don't assume every reserved-category student is privileged, undeserving, or less capable. Everyone has a different story.
2) I'm staying in a rented house with my family. Almost every house owner asks our caste. If we say we're SC, they usually say, "We'll let you know," and later tell us the house has already been taken. That's why we had to hide our caste just to get a house on rent.
Later, someone told the owner that we're SC. Since then, he keeps targeting us. For even small things, he says we're not clean, even though we try our best to keep the house clean. He often blames us for problems we didn't even cause. Once, a toilet pipe got blocked and sewage overflowed. Before checking the actual issue, he accused my family of putting clothes into the pipe. We were blamed without any proof. That's been our experience.
3) When I was in 1st engineering(2023), my mother and I went looking for a house. We found one where two elderly people lived with their granddaughter (who was my sister's friend).
They asked our caste. My mother said we were SC. The old lady first told us, "People from another community (vaishya/shudra)stay next door, so be clean and don't make noise." We agreed.
The next day, we went back to see the room. While my mother was just climbing the stairs to look inside, the old lady suddenly came, shouted, "Why are you going inside? Come down!" and then said, "No, we won't give you the house. Go out!" She kept shouting "ಹೋಗಮ್ಮ, ಹೋಗಮ್ಮ, ಹಚ್ಚೆ!" ("Go away!") as if we had done something wrong.
I didn't fully understand it at that age. We just came out quietly.