Beyond the grip of monocratic and autocratic regimes, the so-called “free world” is divided into two dominant political castes: the Leftists and the Rightists.
These tribes are not just ideologically distinct—they’re rigidly coded and colour-branded. In the U.S., blue bleeds Left and red rages Right. In Canada, the palette turns tricolour with orange, red, and blue staking their ideological turf.
Look closer, and you’ll discover the sub-castes: the Extreme Left and the Extreme Right. These aren’t harmless ideological outskirts—they are the no-compromise zones where politics becomes a blood sport, and fanaticism is worn like a badge of honour.
Politicians join these castes not always out of conviction, but often out of calculation. Power, perks, relevance—pick your motive.
Between the two, the Left and the Right, lies an open ground occupied by a quiet but growing force: the Politically Casteless.
I count myself among them.
We are the individuals who refuse to bow to the tribal drums of Left-versus-Right. We stand outside the colour-coded frenzy, not out of apathy, but out of clarity. We reject ideological camps when they turn into echo chambers, and we resist the pressure to pledge blind allegiance.
Yet ironically, it is the Casteless who suffer the most when either side—Left or Right—morphs into its fanatical self. Whether it’s rights bulldozed in the name of nationalism, freedoms stifled in the name of progress, or egos inflated under the guise of governance, the Casteless end up absorbing the collateral shocks.
The danger today lies not in Left and Right as philosophical ideas, but in their exaggerated, weaponized versions. Extremism—no matter which banner it marches under—wraps its ambition in moral righteousness and unleashes chaos with a clear conscience.
Caught in this polarized battleground, the Casteless fend off zealots from both directions. Our struggle is not against ideals but against their distortion into tools of control.
In this politically overheated world, the Casteless are the quiet warriors of balance and reason.
We push back against the noise so that no colour, no caste, and no fanatic creed drowns out the simple voices of humanity and sanity.
And perhaps, in these turbulent times, it is the Casteless who hold the last line of defence against the rising tides of fanaticism.
Promod Puri.com 