Today on the
occasion of Women’s day I came across one headline in the newspaper saying
“Kerala Orphanage: 7 girls sexually abused, blackmailed over 2 months”. Aren’t
these orphanages supposed to be the shelter homes for little kids? As per the
best of my knowledge, these orphanages were supposed to be a safe shelter place
for those children who do not have anybody in this world to take care of them.
But today these shelter homes have become child trafficking platforms. Our
cruel society works beneath these NGO’s/shelter homes. I myself came across one
of them a few years back when I started working for one of them thinking that
finally I have achieved something in my life by associating myself with some
noble cause. But soon after joining the organization I started observing some
unusual things happening inside the organization. I used to wonder from where
all these funds are coming when we do not have any sponsor. The owner of the
organization used to spend lavishly in the parties without thinking twice about
the funds. I still didn’t use much of my mind and kept myself occupied in the
work assigned to me till I myself got stuck in the horrifying situation.
Without showing any of the heroic acts I ran away from the organization. I was
so scared that suddenly my safety became my priority and even once I didn’t
think about the kids who were actually being the victim of this trafficking
business. Today, when I read this news in the newspaper my blood boiled again
but then a wave of guilt passed through me when the faces of those children
started flashing in front of my eyes questioning me why I didn’t do anything
for them even when I had the capability of doing that. Today, I had to write
about it to let that guilt come out and through this I can request those cruel
animals of our society to at least spare our little kids from this menace or
else we would never be able to feel that innocence in the eyes of our
generation to come.
Since childhood, I loved playing with colours. When I was really tiny, all the cousins used to come over on the eve of Holi and we used to play on the terrace of our house with our little pichkaris and water balloons. When my parents moved to another city, I used to go to my maternal cousin’s house and all the kids of their locality used to play Holi in the playground. It was so much fun running around with those buckets and balloons in our hands. Then I GREW UP and everything literally changed. Suddenly I started feeling that this festival only belongs to men as I was feeling really unsafe around them. There were many incidences when I safeguarded myself from getting groped. Today it has become worst when I cannot even think of stepping outside my house in the morning hours when people become wild while playing Holi. I do not live in a gated society so whenever I open my window and look towards the main road during the peak hours of Holi I am unable to fin...
Well said Aanchal! Despite of treating the little lifes like toy give them love and care. They need to fly. Dont let that innocent smile turn into fear.
ReplyDeleteThanks Aanchal for taking out time to emphasise on this important issue. Though the problem is deep-rooted, we as a society should involve ourselves otherwise it can never be resolved.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the efforts you have put in to highlight this evil side of our society. These people surely deserve disownment from the society and they need to be punished hard so that they dont repeat such inhuman acts ever.
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