Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in New York. He was called a 'shabbos goy'. He was not good in studies. But he was like New York, a melting pot.
By the time he was in his 40s, he was a powerful man. He wanted to help the disadvantaged. He had already run errands for the Jews, so that bit was done, his Jew-loving credentials in place. He looked in the map and came across a town called Asansol.
It turned out, there was a school in Asansol that was scared and shivering with fright. We have written about that school before.
"Jaane jigar jaane man/tere assi kilo ka wajan/tu jo mujh pe giri/mar jaunga mein sanam," the girls sang during lunchtime.
(Oh my love, your weight is 80 kilos, if you fall on me, won't I perish?)
Now Shabbos Goy worked in high posts within the US Govt. He knew of European defence firms, he knew of Prussian lease concluded in the late 1970s, he knew 1980-Mykolaiv was a Communist joke, he had somewhere heard of some mishap at a place called Auschwitz, at least he knew that Antara was skinny, often unwell and no one would die if she fell on someone.
Yet Shabbos Goy ran, "Don't you worry Asansol AG Church, don't you be so fearful of currencies. My colleagues at the US Congress would be introducing legislation to bring 30-50 million Indians to the US, just know how to sign your name, we'll give you amazing jobs."
Still AG Church sulked and whimpered and sobbed. Shabbos Goy had to provide them more comfort. He understood they wanted revenge, not merely immigration. Shabbos Goy didn't ask "revenge for what"? He was a staunch Republican, he knew better than to ask such questions.
Shabbos Goy didn't care about the antecedents of those complaining. His workplace, it cared little for security clearance or background checks or vetting or that kind of bureaucratic formalities. "Just make sure these Asansol AG girls hate Poland," his colleagues told him.
And they did hate Poland, in the dusty hinterland of that coal-mining town, where civilisation didn't visit, the deserted and wild landscape of Sripur to the slums of Jhanjra Project to the shanties of Ratibati to the caverns of Poniati.
Students from such forsaken places travelled two-three hours daily to reach Asansol and study at a school, no one who they were, what their daily lives were like, but Shabbos Goy trusted them and it meant the US Congress and the US Govt loved them.
"Go to the ends of the world, bring those that hate Poland".
ii. You've heard of a teacher's training college? Normal Schools they were called, normalistas in certain countries?
You'd teach at a school, how much would you need to know? In decent countries, people finished high school, went to a normalista, got a teaching diploma, started teaching primary or middle school.
In India, every teacher, including kindergarten and primary schools, had university degrees, either masters in science or the arts. To teach letters of the 'Alphabet', you get it? But forget the techie joke as of now.
Shabbos Goy got hold of a pair of females. Both had several advanced university degrees and wanted to teach middle school students. Both didn't come at the same time, one followed the other. The first was a flamboyant success at school, she taught for one month!! The day she left, she (the teacher sent by Shabbos goy) wept as she wrote her forwarding address on the blackboard.
Everyone copied it down, including Antara (Antara wanted to memorise the address, she didn't have successful relatives at fashionable places. 'School of Planning and Architecture', she still remembered the wonderful cadence of that phrase.)
The entire class was weeping for the Shabbos Goy's teacher. Most girls admitted they were in love with her. Gifts and flower bouquets overflowed in the classroom. "I'd never forget you," the teacher said. (After two or three advanced Arts degrees, she had thus switched to engineering, and by the late 1990s, she was at the World Bank.)
The other female from the Shabbos Goy's pair followed, they were friends with each other, had been classmates and roommates, she'd teach the same things. Now the second one was coming from a normalista, she had done her teacher's training at Alipur in south Kolkata, close to the law courts and Alipur prison and the Kolkata Police Headquarters.
See how clever was the workplace of the Shabbos Goy? One of the pair was coming from an Alipur normalista and would know the Kolkata cops, who also hated Poland. Another was headed to the World Bank.
For the last three years, Antara had written thousands of emails to the World Bank under Ajay Banga (NRI). Nothing seemed weird to the World Bank staff? It didn't seem Antara was highly educated, was making cogent points, was getting hurt badly?
Why have law courts, why have a justice system if you NEVER take a person's suffering seriously?
Did Ajay Banga think it was legal to kick out a person from a newsroom by stopping her salary because of envious colleagues?
Ajay Banga didn't react because Ajay Banga was waiting for the G7 summit in Canada in mid-June 2025. Ajay Banga was familiar with that arts-to-engineering teacher, she was his colleague at the World Bank. That was the world, using different professions so that those against Poland could earn hefty salaries and use the G7 format.
Thank goodness that Antara started writing on G7 and Canada over the last few days, at least her arguments of the crime committed against Canada by the NRIs was out there.
The little that was left of her life, a shelter and two meals, would otherwise have disappeared.
Antara's suffering had been ignored, but the sufferings of Sripur and Jhanjra Project, Ratibati and Poniati from 30 years ago, those who felt less and had to live in the US now, well their sufferings still rankled Banga and Shabbos Goy's colleagues.
Now don't you worry Asansol AG, there, come on now, all heavyweights at Canada's G7 would insult Poland so viciously, they'd humiliate the Jews so much, wouldn't you feel better as you sank deeper into wealth and luxury?
May 28, 2025.
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