"Muh brahmin privilege" Let me tell you a story. My dad was not a studious person. He did college/etc but it was ultimately for jokes. At around 20 he was working as a salesman selling water purifiers. He told me that he had a full town to look after. So he had to go to each and

every house in that town, knock on the door, and explain to them how the purifier worked. Along with this, he had to also carry a model of the purifier and perform a demo for every person there, hoping to get a sale. If they agree, he would have to go there again later in the

evening and Install it in their homes. Mind you, this was on a bike, and he would have to carry a complicated setup with him everywhere he goes. If sales were low his boss would berate and shout at him. Many days where he would reach office only at 10 PM. After that he would have

to drive back home. And wake up again the next day at 5 AM.

This continued for some years until he then became a furniture salesman. He would manage a shop for some time before getting the brilliant idea to start up his own business with his friend. My grandad was a govt worker.

He was not affluent by any means. All the money my dad got for the business was from his and his friends pocket. Still, he was very successful. He had setup the furniture for an entire college, iirc.

Then came my mom. 8 years younger. Dad was around 30. They got married. Almost

immediately, perhaps by fate, my dad's business shut down. Bankrupt. So he was jobless. Without any prospects. I was told we were living in a studio in Bangalore. My mom had to sell all her jewelry that she inherited from her mom, and even her wedding necklace thing, just so

we could survive, and so that she could feed her newborn baby (me). My mom (who was 22), then pushed my dad to go abroad to look for job prospects. And so he did. He left his 22 year old newly wedded wife and newborn son in Bangalore, and flew to Dubai. This was in 1999.

World was essentially still dark back then. My mom had no way of contacting my dad, except by letter. They used to frequently send love letters to eachother, keeping them up to date on their respective situations. Dad would run around the whole city. Here and there. I cannot even

imagine. Fresh of the boat. Dubai in 1999. Foreign lands. Looking for a job. My mom left alone. 22 year old kid with a newborn baby. Many days she used to cry while talking to me. Sobbing and weeping about their situation. Still she never gave up. She used to eat very little

just so that I would have enough to eat. Had sold all her jewelry as I mentioned before, so that we could survive. Fatefully, in 2000 or 2001 I think, my dad found a good stable job, and we both went to Dubai. Lived there for some time.

Let me describe some details about my

dad's job now.

1. Half of his colleagues are tamils
2. The other half are muslims
3. There is maybe 2 other brahmins in his place of work
4. He works by commission. No fixed salary. He earns money based on the number of clients he has. So again he has to go door to door, call

by call, to find and get clients to earn his commission.
But, luckily, he was successful.

My dad, the foremost Chad amongst men, was a master salesman. He had years and years of experience, and became extremely successful at his company. He now holds one of the most senior

positions over there.

Now, if you have gotten this far, please inform me what privilege he had.

As far as I see it, it was the opposite. He had obstacles, on top of obstacles thrown at him. Constantly. Every step of the way. And yet he is succeeding. Our whole family is

succeeding. From broke, to UMC. This is not easy by any means. My mom, a 22 year old kid taking care of a baby alone. Having to sell all her gold to keep me alive. My dad, a 30 yo failure who had to abandon his family to find a job abroad.

So many odds against him. The deck was

stacked against us. Yet we survived.

Please, by GOD, tell me what privilege we had in our lives?

I cannot even begin to imagine what my parents have gone through. To earn a living. To protect their children. That too, at such young ages. Yet there are still people complaining about the difficulty of raising kids.

In my life, I can only dream of reaching my dad's Chadness

I will never donate to any cause except Brahmins. Feeding kids, stopping child hunger, edukasion, IDGAF

The only thing worthy of my money is the brahmin cause. Idc if a delete is in front of me begging for money for his child, I will not give a single rupee.