— A Reflection of a soul from the Middle Class---
I thought I missed it.
The golden wave… the big change… the Telugu rise that people talk about.
But today, as I sit back and reflect, I realize something quietly powerful:
I didn’t miss it.
I was it.
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I was the soul from the Middle Class.
Small-town dreams. Middle-class struggles.
A chalk piece in hand, blackboard in front,
maybe earning something as a teacher…
No fancy labels. No LinkedIn titles.
But I had something bigger — hope.
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They say they gave free education to the common man.
They say they brought IT to us.
They say they started fee reimbursement.
They say they brought medical colleges.
Back then, I didn’t understand politics or policies.
But I saw the changes around me.
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I saw job fairs happening near us.
I saw computer institutes opening next to General Stores.
I saw my cousin cancel his cricket plans because he got an opportunity for his startup.
I saw my neighbor’s daughter, a farmer’s child, become a doctor.
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And I thought I missed the revolution?
No… I was quietly living it.
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I didn’t carry a flag.
I didn’t write newspaper columns.
But I was one of those lakhs of Telugu people
who stood up when opportunity knocked —
even if our shirts were old and our confidence was shy.
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We were the first in our families to wear ID cards.
To attend induction programs.
To get monthly salaries into bank accounts.
We were not the headline-makers.
But we were the soul of the story.
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So no — I didn’t miss anything.
I was part of a silent revolution,
powered by education, middle-class grit, and a few bold leaders
who believed that even a soul from a small town
deserves a fair shot at greatness.
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“I thought I missed history…
But I was history.
Just a drop in a wave of dreamers.
Telugu. Ordinary. Glorious.”
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🖊️ Written by: A Proud Telugu Middle Class Soul
(Who once thought he was just surviving… but was actually witnessing history.)
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