Destroy Dirty Politics!!!

In the last week of July 2012, almost all the newspapers focused elaborately on one news item; Pakistan’s first woman foreign minister’s visit to India. Whether the media focused the foreign ministers’ talk or not, it is a known fact that the fashion of the Pakistan’s foreign minister was the talk of the town in Delhi. The media and many people in our country made a big fuss about a minister from a poor country wearing precious South Sea pearls, Roberto Cavalli shades Birkin bag and addressed her as a fashion icon. There were many criticisms against this first woman foreign minister of Pakistan. Many eminent people expressed their views telling that Ms. Khar was from a wealthy family and there is nothing wrong in her fashion.  In a way we need to appreciate this woman’s transparency for exposing her fashion in public. The important thing we need to look into is the hidden wealth of many of our politicians who never expose their wealth to the people and rather keep on accumulating their wealth in an illegal way.

Instead of talking about and criticizing another country’s politician why can’t we just think critically about our politicians who are the causes for many of the existing evils in our country? In a way any learned person in our country would agree to the fact that the politicians are the causes for umpteen number of unjust activities prevailing in this glorious country. The popular phrases “Incredible India, India shining” seem to be absurd as I eye- witness a lot of injustices done to the poor and the oppressed in our country, who go to bed in empty stomach and die of hunger and violence. In our country we feel proud to be the largest democracy in the world. At this juncture, it is absolutely right and apt to question how far has this democracy been practically implemented in our country. “Democracy” as we know is “government of the people, by the people and for the people”. But what happens in our democratic system startles me and I feel sad to be a member of this ‘largest democracy’ without having an active role to play.

Many a time, the term democracy is much used during the time of elections then soon it is forgotten till the next election. Even during the elections, the democratic right is sold just for the sake of money. The citizens of this country are often looked down by the so called ‘powerful politicians’ to the level of voting machines. Equality and freedom, the twin characteristics of democracy are not at all seen in our democracy. Equality and freedom are much experienced by the powerful politicians and their money and muscle power is used for their vested- interest. When our politicians are not able to bring equality and freedom to those who elected them, what is the use of being politicians? Is it just to fill their coffers with gold and silver were they elected as political leaders? No not at all. Their main role is to eradicate all the existing evils in the country and make the citizens to live in equality and freedom.

How can they ever eradicate these social evils when they are actively involved in protecting their political power and fulfilling their personal needs? Many a time we have witnessed in our country the involvement of the politicians in many scandals and all the more the leaders who have to serve the people in the field are put in the jails and they are served by others. Be it UPA or BJP or whatever may be the political party, all are sailing in the same boat when they are in power. Once they come down from their political power, they start their blame game. They blame the ruling party in the name of so many things which they themselves failed to do during their rule. The losers are in no way the political parties rather the poor citizens who strive hard under the sun to earn our livelihood.

The safety and security of a country depend on the rulers of the country. When the rulers fail to do that, it is highly miserable to notice the innocent people suffering. Whatever may be the problem, there is an involvement of politicians. In many cases Justice has been delayed or to put it bluntly “denied” and it is because of the involvement the political parties. Our farmer president Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam dreamed about India becoming a developed nation by 2020. His dream could have very well come true if the politicians were faithful in the true development of the nation. Be it 2020 or 2030, if the politicians remain as they are now, it will be a mere mirage.  What happens in today’s politics is indigestible. 

Seeing the dirty politics played by our politicians, I still wonder why on earth they were elected to be part of the parliament. What are the concrete conclusions have they arrived at for the sake of the suffering people in our country? Many a time they introduce myriad schemes for the poor and how far do they ensure the results of the schemes? One government introduces one scheme and the other never bothers when it comes to power rather feels proud to introduce another scheme and all go in vain. Many a time the parliamentary sessions seem to be live drama wherein many hours are spent for discussing many things spending more money. What happens inside the parliament truly surprises and there arises a question are these political leaders at all? For in many villages, people sitting under the tree spending just a few hours  come out with  fruitful conclusions. While the government spends lots of money for these parliamentary sessions and everything goes in vain with unlimited interruptions inside the parliament.

The illegal activities of many political parties to sustain their political power are vividly seen. Often times people are oblivious of the dirty politics played by the politicians and we are ready to hail the tainted leaders. This country of ours must emerge as an important power in the world and this can be accomplished by the rulers of the country.  Our media, instead of making a big fuss about another country’s minister must focus on how our leaders who ruin this country and we Indians must make our political leaders come out of this dirty politics. We need to make them aware of the important mission given to them and we as true citizens of the glorious nation must destroy the dirty politics and develop a true political system whereby true democracy can be felt. Only then true equality and freedom will bloom forth among the citizens. Certainly this will be a true freedom for all of us as we are nearing the Independence day.

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In Darkness...!

IN DARKNESS....

It was the last day of Ganesh Chaturthi celebration. All those who were worshiping the Lord Ganesh were getting ready for Visarjan, the immersion of the idol. That evening the city roads in Pune were especially crowded with vehicles queuing up in never-ending lines waiting for the procession to move. When dusk was still lingering around in the horizons, Vikram, a budding journalist from Tamil Nadu, was in one of the many buses waiting at the traffic post, his eyes fixed on the signal, expecting the red to change to amber and then to green. In the bus everyone seemed to be busy with their private chores. Young men and women standing steadily holding onto the iron bar which alone was more or less clean in that dirty bus, was not a rarity. Those youngsters were busy mumbling meaningless words, or so it seemed to Vikram. Or was it lips humming the songs played on their MP3 players. Days have changed! There were those days long back, when people totally strangers to each other, who engaged in empty chitchats just to while away time. Peeping through the windows he saw merry boys and joyous young men dancing in front of the silver coated car that carried the idol of Lord Ganesh. The music played there echoed in the ears of everyone in the bus and most of them started to sway their bodies. “Ganpathi Bappa Moriyaa” was resounding in the air, as the saffron flags flew majestically.

As the procession went past, the driver honked the horn and pressed the accelerator as if to zoom past. The bus sped past many vehicles that were ahead, hardly caring to stop the bus even at places where he was obliged to, in order to reach his destination on time. Just about dusk, the bus reached the crowded Manapa depot. Vikram was for the first time there with the special purpose of interviewing the women in that Area, in order to throw light on the fate of women ‘working in the dark’. He started walking out of the bus towards the bridge and the place was very new to him. Just below that long bridge he saw dirty water flowing uninterruptedly. The rain that was pouring cats and dogs had fortunately ceased that day making his search easier. He was very sad to see small children, who were supposed to play with dolls, selling dolls along the road. He saw huge pipes damaged in the recent rain awaiting the Pune Municipal Corporation to do something about it. He vowed to do something about it, once he becomes a renowned journalist. 

Without much delay he wanted to find the way to Budhwar Peth, his destination. He enquired an elderly man as to how to reach there and bang came the reply, “You seem to be an educated person, why do you encourage such kind of bloody business, playing with the lives of girls?” Nevertheless he pointed his hand towards the place, saying, “Follow that crowd. It is going to the same place.” Vikram readily agreed with the views of the elderly person, though a wee too hasty to jump to conclusions. He saw a policeman with a big belly, smoking a cigar standing just beside the road. He also observed many young men with tucked in shirts chewing tobacco staining the road, as if to make their presence felt. And this in spite of all their education!!!

Much to his surprise, he saw people selling plantains and coconuts which are usually sold in front of the temples. He walked further and saw a long queue of people of all ages. There were devout mothers, draped in colourful sarees, carrying their new born children on their hip. Vikram was bit surprised to see old men and women being helped by others to stand in the queue. And there were more armed men and women in uniform with their eyes scanning around. Lo and behold, finally, he saw a huge temple and winding queues of people waiting to worship Lord Ganesh. He heard people boasting about the Dagadusheth Halwai Ganapati temple. He learned from them that it was the richest Ganesh temple and that the gold-laden idol was worth a crore.

Much to his dismay he also many small children and women begging for food with the pictures of the Lord Ganesh. Places of worship are where poor people throng but for the wrong reasons. Gods and goddesses adorned with ornaments while people languish are nothing new. He took his sight from the temple and turned a little. There he saw another chain of people, not men and women together, rather of scantily clad women, young and old. Shockingly, the brothel was just next to the famous temple. Women of all shapes and sizes, lined the road, short and smart, tall and tender, slim, all heavily-made up to lure customers. They kept on tugging him and nudging him, saying, “Hey, come to me... just hundred rupees.” Another matron asked, “Which State’s girl do you want?”   Burdened by the pathetic condition of the young women, he trudged slowly along the stairs and went upstairs hoping that he could meet someone and interview. Nearing the room, he noticed many young men coming from upstairs and most of them seemed to be educated and affluent. He could not but remember the words of the elderly man. Though the corridors were littered with tobacco stains and condom packets, he was surprised to see the rooms nicely decorated with fragrant perfume appearing to give the impression of a five star hotel.

As he stepped into the room, women took turns to seduce Vikram saying, “Darling… come with me” even as they caressed him. Vikram looked at a woman sitting in a corner of the room, though not very young yet looking beautiful, thanks to the makeup. He learned from the matron that it was Rs. 200 an hour. He requested her, “Can you come with me?” He called her because it appeared as if she was the only one who could speak his tongue. As he went into the inner room, she said, “Come in kid”, even as she giggled. Even as he entered the room, she shut the door close and undressed herself and stood next to the bed dressed in her inner wear, “Come on boy…hurry up. There are customers waiting.”

Over-whelmed with anxiety, Vikram stood there in silence. Impatiently she repeated, “Come on, you son of …...” Vikram opened his mouth, “Please dress yourself… please for my sake.” She was shocked to hear his words, nevertheless with a queer feeling she dressed herself saying to herself, “In all these decades, this guy is the first one asking me to dress-up.” “Hmmm, I have dressed myself and now why the hell did you come here?” she asked him. He said, “Cool down a bit. I am here not to exploit you but to liberate you from this dirty business.” Telling this he made her realize that he was with the special purpose of bringing the sufferings of the women in darkness to light. She was very happy to see this young and energetic man, who dared venture.

With some fear within, Vikram took courage to question her, “What brought you here?”

“It is a long story” she said. “I am now 35 years old and I entered this business when I was just 15 not out of my own interest but the circumstances made me get into the world’s oldest profession.” The question took her back to her early years. She explained to Vikram how she was in search of a job in Chennai but didn’t get anything. Everyone refused to give her a job saying that she was a small girl. “With much anxiety without knowing what to do,” she said “I was in Chennai central railway station. I saw many girls being taken somewhere by two huge men. I thought it would give me a chance to survive and I approached and requested the men to take me. And they took me with much joy on their face. That day I didn’t know why they were happy for I was very small to understand. But today I realize how they have ruined my life and now I am used to this flesh trade for the sake of saving two lives down there” saying this she waved her hand towards the window. Vikram went and saw through the window and was very sad to see small children playing in the building nearby. She went near Vikram and said, “These are the children who don’t have initials before their names. There are many women here who have children and sell their flesh for food in order to bring up their children.” Vikram felt very sad and didn’t have a word to say. As he was sadly and silently looking at the children, she said, “Somehow we are different from other people. All begin their work once the darkness is over. But we begin our profession only when the darkness starts. And we sell our flesh in darkness and never do we see light in our lives. The world outside refuses to accept us as ordinary people and so we are forced to be in this flesh trade.”

“As for me, I am thirty five and my life is almost ruined. Think of those young women who are not even eighteen” saying this she pointed her hands the other side and Vikram saw many girls and he learned from her that most of them are imported from Nepal, Manipur, Andhra and Tamil Nadu. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and as Vikram opened the door, the matron with a stick in her hand said, “Hey your time is over. Get out fast. The next customer is waiting for her” Vikram didn’t know what to do. An idea clicked and he said, “Here is five hundred rupees. Can I continue for some more time?” Seeing the money the huge lady grabbed and said, “Finish it quickly.”

As he closed the door and moved towards her, she said, “Whether Ganesh Chathurthi or flag hoisting in the red fort, our life in this red light area is in darkness. We sell our body just like vegetables in the market and the men use us and throw away. We don’t want to continue this flesh trade yet compelled to carry on. I have seen many men in the long years but never a man like you. You have to do something for all of us in darkness. I believe you can bring light to our lives. Saying this she bent down and tried to touch his feet, and as Vikram also bent down to lift her up the things in his pocket fell down. While she took them from the ground, she was shocked and started to perspire looking at the photo in her hand. With beads of tears flowing from her eyes, she asked, “Are you Vikram?” “Yes. I am” was the answer. She cried and said pointing at the photo, “This is me, your sister Madhavi, who ran from the village when you were just three years old.”

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