Tuesday, March 20, 2018

SHOTS - HUMAN TRAFFICKING


Note: Again, a long pending draft... When I reread these even I felt horrible... Don't ask me how or why I came up with these things.  And the truth is I do not know anyway that writing this could actually help anyone?!
How can common people stop any of this, or contribute in some way to stopping any of these things?
One thing we can promise ourselves is to make sure that the next generation is inspired to be good.


She tried to contain her excitement! She felt proud to be doing this, joining work on her 16th birthday...!!
Not many girls from her elementary school had survived unmarried and NOW she would work to support herself and her family!
She would be the son her parents had always wanted...until her little baby brothers were born that is but they are little and sick, so she could be like an elder son! 
She held on to her little sister with more resolve, the puny 12 year old hands gripping her tight in response.
They walked into the "firm" and were happy to see many girls of their own age or lesser.  She was glad her sister had someone to play with.
She was not sure why Chacha did not look proud or excited for them.  He smiled with resignation and relief as he pocketed the amount carefully and patted her head saying "we will save your little brothers don't worry"





Twins were such a rare thing as it is and both boys meant definitely good things to come.  She had seen it in happening in the past year.
Two of her sisters getting married to the old station master and his helper on the same day!  Even Arasi said everyone in the village were jealous of her family.
Then her father refused to give her away in marriage though she turned 13 last month...
AND NOW she was being allowed to go work out of town.
Kumar mama had made them see the possibility of her and latchumi supporting her family.  Of course dad got drunk silently and mom moved her big bellied frame as silently out of the house as she could with almost inaudible sobs.
She would take latchumi to a movie with their first salary.  They will eat one meal less to make up for the ticket.
The memories kept repeating themselves as it did almost every morning.
She tried to be strong as she walk to the dormitory where girls her sister's age lived and worked - cleaning and sewing for them - unless someone rich asked for one of them specifically. 
Or like her sister today, turned 12. 
May be she could bribe auto Ravi with a free round to help sneaking them out to a movie and back...




With this one, it added up to Rs.10000.  That would be more than enough to pay for everything.
She would need to hurry to send the money order in before evening - it was Friday, the busiest nights mostly.
Her calculations were interrupted by the discomfort of the mundane routine.
This one was always quiet and dissociated she recalled. 
She almost thanked him for the respite he gave her. 
Then she remembered and then it hurt. 
She swallowed her pride and shame.  Like everything else...




The 10 volunteers were all young men and women arranging the boxes all around for them all to pick one each when they left.
So she stood up trying not to shout at these "know it all" bunch of youngsters that had decided to educate the poor prostitutes!
Of course, one of the educated customers, or a TV ad, or a stray commoner uses one.
But they knew the reality even better.  Even the chatty Sekar had beaten her when she asked him to wear it once.
"We can suffer the disease than go through the beating everyday", she tried to maintain her tone.
She was angry that these young men and women who have probably never had sex yet, came to show them how they could be safe. 
After everything that had happened to them, why do they think AIDS was a big deal! 
She probably already had it anyway.




His friends had played a dare on him for his 20th birthday and he was not sure anymore why he agreed!
He was not sure if he was ashamed or horrified.
The experienced hands that were promised to initiate him belonged to that of an almost pretty 15 year old girl...
She did not even show any surprise at the sight of him.
He said "I don't want anything from you" but I will stay here for an hour so they pay you.
Her sly smile both teased him and thanked him.  He had his first crush and heart break at the same time. 
The NGO and the police received an anonymous tip that night.







Friday, March 16, 2018

Umbrella-Glasses

When people are busy trying not to slip or fall...
Trying to weave through the crowds without getting drenched

Jostling and juggling smoke, crowds and time-crunch
Getting to that ever present work and schedule

Unbeknownst to them there is another dance above their heads...
No... not the cosmic one... not that...

Umbrellas clinking Cheers to one another...
To a good drink of rain...
(Much to the irritation of the holders who do not share in the joy)
Bidding goodbye to a hardly-there summer and sunshine...and
Officially marking the end of it anyway...

Drinking to an early beginning of that blend of rain, cold,wind and unexpected cool sunshine...
Earlier sunsets and hard-to-wake-up-at early mornings...

Yes, Raise your umbrella-glasses folks...
To a wonderful next 6 months...

*A sullen welcome to last Autumn, funny that I publish this only when the next is almost upon us. 

A poetic in reply to my dad’s

வங்கத்து பொன்னாடையெல்லாம் வக்கற்ற மண்ணார்க்கணிந்து
தென்னகத்து சங்கமெல்லாம் பெருமித்து சீரழிய
இலக்கணமறியா கவினான் அதனால் தலைக்கனம் எனக்கில்லை
சொல்வேன் - சிங்கமே நீ

சில காலமாய் தமிழ் வேட்டையெல்லாம்
உன் வீட்டு பெண்டிருக்கே விட்டு
கிடைக்கும் புகழில் மட்டும்
பெருமுதல் பங்கு கேட்டபதாலோ

இருந்தும் தந்தையிடம் பயின்ற வித்தன்றோ
அதனால் நரி என்றாலும் நாயினமே
நன்றியுடன் தொந்திகொண்டப்பனாய்
உனக்கே முதர்வணக்கம்


*This was a silly game of words that my dad and I were playing a while ago and he teased me for my poor poetry - I started writing in Tamil because I was inspired by his writing prowess.  This was my comeback to him.  Can't recall what he initially wrote it had me calling a little fox somewhere.  :) I just noticed this in my drafts and thought to share...