i wish i could gather some guts to write about this things inside me when i feel gender bias is the biggest issue in the life of a female. it takes months to gather guts and speak to your newly wed hubby as well about your after marriage menstruation. also it is not always easy to talk in a polite manner to a person who is your boss and not always respects your work for him.
even in the past 60 year,i find my women... then and there.
there is a subtle innocence on her face and she still carries a sweeping cloth in her hand, thinking form where to begin..."i have to" utters my maiden ,when i ask her why do u serve as a maid. how does it feel to you? do you understand where you stand.
the 16 year old,bows down,wondering myself,why is she looking down at the marble so clean just minutes before her wipe on the floor..she tilts her head towards the corners of the room for find particles of dust if any,move towards one such space,sits to clean them and answers,"Didi! we people not always get rich life like you! it may b poorer or poor. richness never gave us any treat, neither Diwali nor dashera".
in the dread of a scolding from her master, my mother. as she utters,"ho gaya anita" calling her maid. she leaves me in a puzzle during the rare conversation between me and her. quick goes her hand ON Every marble. every furniture. yet so clean and shiny!
millions of rich people in the world, i used to think, have maids. and they keep them in their own house like a member. but there are only a few people who do so. at least they treat them like human beings. many of them don't do that either.
ignorance has been a human nature in our society. you can count if a 100 years back even. a part of our generation was ignored even then. and even now.
by the time i come out of my questions and thoughts she leaves the house, making me alarmed by saying,"Didi! bandh karlo". she does not speak such a good Hindi but yet it makes me wonder what would have been "her" reason for losing so much form her life. it is her precious time. she is just 16. younger to me even but yet not aware of the educating world. or may be she knows but she has no other option but this work. this house maid thing is not good.
the same day i was going through this articles on wikipedia that i found was not so capable of giving the answers to my questions. i find calculations with so and so percent of girls harassed as maids. raped and so on. yes! i do know there is always a threat but why so? crime happens with her only!
gender thing has always been a cruel thing in our society.
if she is not educated yet she can work. though she is educated.. she need not work.
man knows demands of the situations are unbearable. you don't know what day may be your last on this muddy planet. yet you take risks. such that you never know would it be any benefit.
what i mean is that, why do such a vast population still needs to work. everytime we listen this rate of increase in growth and so much development here and there. but i find my maid still working in my house and begging my mom not to remove her due to her small age.
it is so shameful! our society is fond of servants. lazy bumps are just so tired of work ...
"yeh saaf kardu, ho jayga mare se" i just dont know how to answr her but am so dumb when she enquires me to clean my dirt from my clothes seven days after her work and my school chores . it is sunday again when i meet her.
i have atleast a day off,
she has none.
i have 3 times meal,
she just had one.
i had 2 to look after,mom and dad,
she has just one.
i have many book to learn,
she has none.
this is all that i conclude when she does not know which side is the right side to read of a book that she piles up in a cloth as my mom gives it to her in scrap.
" dekh yeh nechey giri hai utha usey", mom firmly commands her.
she picks up the book from the marble, kisses it and keeps it in the pile. here i understand what she meant to devout. more than my respect for the book she has it. she my maid.
"koi padhne ko ho toh de do, A b C wali.?" she asks me as she piles up the rest.
just to know her interest, i asked " tu kya kregi?".
she looks up,so high as i am standing. her eyes gleaming and shining. soul so pure in her. she was traumatized in a manner she felt i would oppose to give her any. without her knowledge that i just wanted to know her heart for books.
"mai padhlu toh? mere pass ni hai koi, time milta hai thoda......" she stops as i look at her continuously "nahi hai toh koi baat ni, sirf seekhna tha. aap leke do gey. paisey deti hu mai" i give her the book i felt can help her. it was an old book which came to our house with a flow.
her smile was so special for the moment i cant break that in words.
thank you was not her cup for tea in the situation. she kept smiling as she kept looking at the book while making an exit. i wonder if people like me could give at least one book to someone who need it..more than us...
"a b C D e F g H i J K ........... o p" she waits ..thinking that she missed a few letters..and starts again "a b c d e f g h i j k l m n O p Q r S t U V W x Y Z..."... i hear her saying the next Sunday when i see her humming. her baba worked it out for her...
in my opinion she is more than a graduate even!
there is a subtle innocence on her face and she still carries a sweeping cloth in her hand, thinking form where to begin..."i have to" utters my maiden ,when i ask her why do u serve as a maid. how does it feel to you? do you understand where you stand.
the 16 year old,bows down,wondering myself,why is she looking down at the marble so clean just minutes before her wipe on the floor..she tilts her head towards the corners of the room for find particles of dust if any,move towards one such space,sits to clean them and answers,"Didi! we people not always get rich life like you! it may b poorer or poor. richness never gave us any treat, neither Diwali nor dashera".
in the dread of a scolding from her master, my mother. as she utters,"ho gaya anita" calling her maid. she leaves me in a puzzle during the rare conversation between me and her. quick goes her hand ON Every marble. every furniture. yet so clean and shiny!
millions of rich people in the world, i used to think, have maids. and they keep them in their own house like a member. but there are only a few people who do so. at least they treat them like human beings. many of them don't do that either.
ignorance has been a human nature in our society. you can count if a 100 years back even. a part of our generation was ignored even then. and even now.
by the time i come out of my questions and thoughts she leaves the house, making me alarmed by saying,"Didi! bandh karlo". she does not speak such a good Hindi but yet it makes me wonder what would have been "her" reason for losing so much form her life. it is her precious time. she is just 16. younger to me even but yet not aware of the educating world. or may be she knows but she has no other option but this work. this house maid thing is not good.
the same day i was going through this articles on wikipedia that i found was not so capable of giving the answers to my questions. i find calculations with so and so percent of girls harassed as maids. raped and so on. yes! i do know there is always a threat but why so? crime happens with her only!
gender thing has always been a cruel thing in our society.
if she is not educated yet she can work. though she is educated.. she need not work.
man knows demands of the situations are unbearable. you don't know what day may be your last on this muddy planet. yet you take risks. such that you never know would it be any benefit.
what i mean is that, why do such a vast population still needs to work. everytime we listen this rate of increase in growth and so much development here and there. but i find my maid still working in my house and begging my mom not to remove her due to her small age.
it is so shameful! our society is fond of servants. lazy bumps are just so tired of work ...
"yeh saaf kardu, ho jayga mare se" i just dont know how to answr her but am so dumb when she enquires me to clean my dirt from my clothes seven days after her work and my school chores . it is sunday again when i meet her.
i have atleast a day off,
she has none.
i have 3 times meal,
she just had one.
i had 2 to look after,mom and dad,
she has just one.
i have many book to learn,
she has none.
this is all that i conclude when she does not know which side is the right side to read of a book that she piles up in a cloth as my mom gives it to her in scrap.
" dekh yeh nechey giri hai utha usey", mom firmly commands her.
she picks up the book from the marble, kisses it and keeps it in the pile. here i understand what she meant to devout. more than my respect for the book she has it. she my maid.
"koi padhne ko ho toh de do, A b C wali.?" she asks me as she piles up the rest.
just to know her interest, i asked " tu kya kregi?".
she looks up,so high as i am standing. her eyes gleaming and shining. soul so pure in her. she was traumatized in a manner she felt i would oppose to give her any. without her knowledge that i just wanted to know her heart for books.
"mai padhlu toh? mere pass ni hai koi, time milta hai thoda......" she stops as i look at her continuously "nahi hai toh koi baat ni, sirf seekhna tha. aap leke do gey. paisey deti hu mai" i give her the book i felt can help her. it was an old book which came to our house with a flow.
her smile was so special for the moment i cant break that in words.
thank you was not her cup for tea in the situation. she kept smiling as she kept looking at the book while making an exit. i wonder if people like me could give at least one book to someone who need it..more than us...
"a b C D e F g H i J K ........... o p" she waits ..thinking that she missed a few letters..and starts again "a b c d e f g h i j k l m n O p Q r S t U V W x Y Z..."... i hear her saying the next Sunday when i see her humming. her baba worked it out for her...
in my opinion she is more than a graduate even!
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