Inescapable Sufferings
From last three days, I was getting irrated on my maid
while washing my dirty dishes, as my maid was not coming and also had stopped
responding to hundreds of my phone calls. I was so astonished as well as irate
on her for this irresponsibility. Even in the corner of my head I precisely have
prepared to cut her salary this time. No work no pay( Though I have given this
warning for so many times).
After three continuous days, I saw her entering into
my room with pale and dull face. I thought this was might be her new drama, as
she was very smart in dramatizing her defense and apparently very well versed
speech of her faux sufferings, but she was different this time. Parveen, my
maid, barely 20 yr old girl was unconscious of everything,she started her daily
routine work, without saying a word. I was completely amazed on her attitude
that was actually not usual of her.
Sometimes later, I spoke to her, asking for paratha and sabjee, though I tried to show
that I am very angry and don’t want to ask her why she was not coming. She
started taking her bites I asked her slowly for why she was not coming. Suddenly
she broke away saying, “Baji, Shadi kabhi na karna”. At the same instant I
guessed something had went wrong with her husband. I started digging her why,
what had happened, why saying like this? She cried and didn’t stop unless I shouted
on her for the actual reason.
I found a similar story of home violence. Drunken
husband had beaten up her, throttled her neck, and punched on to her stomach.
Parveen, carrying baby inside her womb of 4 month. And all this had happened
only because of money. Merely for 100 rupee, not that big amount as her husband
earns 8000 per month. Her husband has an affair with some other lady and spends
his income either on her or on addiction. She cannot let him go as this was her
second marriage. First marriage was a failure and more than a disaster, she
eloped away from her in laws home. That’s why she had to stay with her second
husband anyhow. Have to fulfill his desire be it for money or physical. For her
there is no window for passage to the world of happiness since she has to live
in this same cruel world where woman are still treated as a substance.
They work in
other houses as maid servants, earning 3000-4000 and feeding nearly about 5-6
members of their family. This story does not belong inherently of single Parveen,
but actually of hundreds of woman, who speaks about their impoverished, cold
and bloodless pain and mental trauma, which they undergo every single day. Living
under the shadow of such brutal violence surrounded inside the walls of their
huts can easily sabotage a life. These poor woman suffer such kind of pain
every day and every night for fulfilling their male partners desires. For these
poor girls, life is a cage from where they neither can escape from nor can they
live with a smile.
Can my article
on this will make any change to Parveen’s life? Is it possible to describe the
actual pain in words of these young girls? Answer is simple a big NO. But its
not NEVER, we as a writer can make alive these tiny yet big issues on women
sufferings. Suffering of a poor girl, or be it a pain of richest, Overall it is
a suffering of a woman. And that’s the root of my article and so, I am here to
tell loudly the story through my words.
