The not so pleasant stories appearing in the media these days tell us the lives of some colourless living beings, anglicised by the name “maid”. These stories also bring to book the true colours of some of the colour-conscious households which employ these under-aged, undernourished, under literate, and under poverty line young girls, who move by flock from villages to big cities in search of two time meals and a cotton saree to cover, perhaps. The shining Indians show kindness in keeping them at home, give them two time ‘roti’, used -old cloths (invariably larger than size) to wear for waking up early in the morning, washing few utensils, a few daily wears of the household, preparing meals for the whole family, besides looking after kids and be a watch dog of the house.
They are also provided with a shelter to sleep in the night( a store, besides the kennel or kitchen back room) The Shining India’s highly ‘literate’ masters also occasionally take the maid for “outing’ when the entire ‘master’ household is set on a dine out. There also the ‘maid’ will accompany the masters with their baby in the cart, and sit at the corner of the place looking after the toddler, her face to the opposite till the masters finish their meals.
For all these and more the maids occasionally are put under discipline drill by pulling their hair, burning their body parts, beating, many a time by the kids of the family for fun and pleasure. Cases of rape is not un-heard. Media stories are umpteen for you to believe.
Neha Afreem was born to a Bangalore couple three months ago. She died recently. The cause of the death was due to torture meted out by her own father. Report of children even toddlers raped and killed all over the country.
The story of hapless innocent Neha Afreem gave me a thought. It may not have happened in any of our families… Many of you girls are lucky to have caring parents and relatives. Beasts like Afreem who fathered Neha are still around and kicking. Birth of a Girl is a sad story in the Indian Continent.
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Oh! My God! It’s a girl
(A mini Story by M.M. Mathew)
While swimming in the water in the limited territory of her mother’s womb, she got her first shock when her Grandma was heard making a prayer, to the Alimighty.
“Oh God, My Lord, let me have a grandson”
Grandma also offered a bribe to God for gifting her with a grandson only.
Gee Maa.. you will certainly have a grandson, after all, what use to all your prayers and your offerings to God ? Is HE blind, No, not at all”- Her father, instilled confidence in Grand-Ma.
This was reason for a double shock as she heard her father supporting his mother. She was actually looking forward to the day when her dear father would jump with joy at the time of her arrival. But Nine months and Nine days , Nine hours and that many minutes and seconds, she craved to hear anyone making a prayer for a her. Bribing the Good God for A Girl Child. They prayed, wished and longed for the arrival of a boy, a BOY only.
She did not want to come out of the shell she was placed, with her inferior identity, she knew for sure that her existence will not be welcomed.
She now look up to her mother, who, for sure, would be the happiest person in the world when she actually put her foot down.
The D-day.
She wished she could stay on.
But despite her wish, she could no longer hold on to her egg shells.
Crying, shivering, as though frightened to be caught she slowly slid out of the shell.
Alas ! Heaven fell … Volcano erupted…storm, thunder, lightning and rain….
Grand Ma beat her forehead and repeated on her chest with both hands,
Severely weeping, blaming God for cheating on her, for being ungrateful.
And her mother
Mother, lied beside her bearing a blank pale and sad look as though she committed a deadly sin.
Relatives soothed her father…
No matter “Lakshmi Ghar Aye he…. Next one will be certainly a BOY”…. They ate Burfi and vanished.
A few years after.
Her mother gave birth to her second child, a BOY.
She saw her Grandmother distributing sweets to her friends and relatives..
Surprised … Grandma was dancing and yelling at others with joy - I have a Grandson born. After all, God listened, God is not blind.
They told her he was her brother.
She grew in the midst of Do’s and Don’ts particularly set for her
She was taught, cursed and scolded for
Sitting, standing, racing, singing, laughing, the wrong way
She was not allowed to wear clothes of her liking…. She was given food after her father and brother ate….
Le me sum up the story….
We wrote a rule book for HER.
They are also provided with a shelter to sleep in the night( a store, besides the kennel or kitchen back room) The Shining India’s highly ‘literate’ masters also occasionally take the maid for “outing’ when the entire ‘master’ household is set on a dine out. There also the ‘maid’ will accompany the masters with their baby in the cart, and sit at the corner of the place looking after the toddler, her face to the opposite till the masters finish their meals.
For all these and more the maids occasionally are put under discipline drill by pulling their hair, burning their body parts, beating, many a time by the kids of the family for fun and pleasure. Cases of rape is not un-heard. Media stories are umpteen for you to believe.
Neha Afreem was born to a Bangalore couple three months ago. She died recently. The cause of the death was due to torture meted out by her own father. Report of children even toddlers raped and killed all over the country.
The story of hapless innocent Neha Afreem gave me a thought. It may not have happened in any of our families… Many of you girls are lucky to have caring parents and relatives. Beasts like Afreem who fathered Neha are still around and kicking. Birth of a Girl is a sad story in the Indian Continent.
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Oh! My God! It’s a girl
(A mini Story by M.M. Mathew)
While swimming in the water in the limited territory of her mother’s womb, she got her first shock when her Grandma was heard making a prayer, to the Alimighty.
“Oh God, My Lord, let me have a grandson”
Grandma also offered a bribe to God for gifting her with a grandson only.
Gee Maa.. you will certainly have a grandson, after all, what use to all your prayers and your offerings to God ? Is HE blind, No, not at all”- Her father, instilled confidence in Grand-Ma.
This was reason for a double shock as she heard her father supporting his mother. She was actually looking forward to the day when her dear father would jump with joy at the time of her arrival. But Nine months and Nine days , Nine hours and that many minutes and seconds, she craved to hear anyone making a prayer for a her. Bribing the Good God for A Girl Child. They prayed, wished and longed for the arrival of a boy, a BOY only.
She did not want to come out of the shell she was placed, with her inferior identity, she knew for sure that her existence will not be welcomed.
She now look up to her mother, who, for sure, would be the happiest person in the world when she actually put her foot down.
The D-day.
She wished she could stay on.
But despite her wish, she could no longer hold on to her egg shells.
Crying, shivering, as though frightened to be caught she slowly slid out of the shell.
Alas ! Heaven fell … Volcano erupted…storm, thunder, lightning and rain….
Grand Ma beat her forehead and repeated on her chest with both hands,
Severely weeping, blaming God for cheating on her, for being ungrateful.
And her mother
Mother, lied beside her bearing a blank pale and sad look as though she committed a deadly sin.
Relatives soothed her father…
No matter “Lakshmi Ghar Aye he…. Next one will be certainly a BOY”…. They ate Burfi and vanished.
A few years after.
Her mother gave birth to her second child, a BOY.
She saw her Grandmother distributing sweets to her friends and relatives..
Surprised … Grandma was dancing and yelling at others with joy - I have a Grandson born. After all, God listened, God is not blind.
They told her he was her brother.
She grew in the midst of Do’s and Don’ts particularly set for her
She was taught, cursed and scolded for
Sitting, standing, racing, singing, laughing, the wrong way
She was not allowed to wear clothes of her liking…. She was given food after her father and brother ate….
Le me sum up the story….
We wrote a rule book for HER.
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