Two OBCs

Non descriptive was the day they met
Those two Malayalis who knew the
Long journey of their ancestors
Born to lower castes though
Skimmed away they remembered
The pain
Ashamed at their castemen's
Delusion to win a  game of
Self-styled winners
Their historical knowledge and
Analysis of the system
Converged and matched
Was there a dream of charting a
New path with these two buddies?
To break the system one has to marry
Outside but the upper or lower
That's the tricky part
I know about that and
Found no answer to that
Conundrum
I would marry a girl of my caste
There doesn't exist dilemma
of any sort
Listen to your instincts
Gives you an unadulterated
Choice
But we carry so many prejudices
That can overwhelm the instincts
The prejudices need not be caste specific
I like girls with hair bob cut
You like newsreader type of girls
All stiff and expressionless
He detected a grimace on his face
And disgust in the voice
Taken aback tried to give respect
To his choice
I liked the bob cut girl in the ad I forgot
Who when trapped in a lift
Danced to a tune in free spirit
Or that bob cut girl in that VIP ad
Who gavotted with a suitcase
Defending himself he knew
It was stupid
But there was no looking back
For the other had made up his
Mind
There was never going to be
Two buddies
Changing the course