Your lips are
Like a parrot's
One said
Sugiya giggled and burst out laughing
When you laugh,
You look so nice, Sugiya!
Seeing her sparkling teeth
Was like lighting in clouds
The second one said.
The third one said:
You sing very well
Just like the Koel
And what to say for your dancing.
When you dance
The whole earth gets up and dances.
The fourth one read poetry in praise of her eyes.
Your great big eyes
Are so beautiful, Sugiya.
Just like a doe's
Sit here next to me
And gaze at me.
The fifth one who was very close to her
And quiet
Secretly whispered in my ear--
Will you be my girl Sugiya?
I'll make you a golden chain.
She heard and became very sad, Sugiya
Turned silent,still
Forgot laughing singing and dancing.
From morning to evening
The whole day murderous work,Sugiya
Often thought.
Here why can every fifth man
Only speak in the language of my body,
How I wish
Someone would say
You're such a hard worker,Sugiya
And so innocent and honest.
If only someone would say that!
--A poem by Nirmala Putul
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The STORY of a PROSTITUTE.... (i read an article by a sex worker on the net....this one is inspired from there...)
I love my name…..
From my teenage to ……
I was studying in standard 8th, unlike all other students I was a little more naughty but still every one liked me a lot, everyone called me “KANCHI”. That was my name, my beautiful name- “KANCHI”.
My best friend and I use to overpower all our co-students and we use to rule the school, but that was when I was in my teenage years. I still am, but everything has changed since then. Now everything has changed - me, my lifestyle, my smile and my name as well. My name which I love the most is being changed by these people- the name I loved. Now I die to hear someone call out my name – the name I was called by till a few months ago.
Now no one calls me by my name – the name I loved alot, also now I am pretty, and now I don’t have friends, I am alone in this world. I have forgotten what the outside world looks like because I have not moved out of my room since I arrived here way back on April 14th 2006.
My life changed when I was studying in 8th standard. Two persons from Gangtok came to our village. One was Suman and other one’s name I don’t remember. They both became good friends with my father. They use to visit our home frequently and I even considered them as my elder brothers. Everyone in the neighbourhood started liking them because they were very friendly and kind.
Then in February they gave an offer to my mother to send me to work in India where I would earn and study and send money back home every month. My mother initially said no but as one of my friends was also going she reluctantly approved without knowing that I – her daughter would never come back. Those two men (Suman &the other) use to pick girls and sell them in brothels all over India and even outside India.
Our journey started on 6th April 2006 and we reached here by 10th April 2006 here in Pune, with big dreams in our eyes. They took us to a very old building in a very dark locality. I told my friend that I didn’t like the feel and look of the place and somewhere I knew something was not right. Then Suman and the other guy had a talk with some old lady in the other room and came back to us to say, that we had to work and stay here it only and that they would come here regularly to see if everything was all right or not. Next Day when I woke up aunty came and briefed me about the work which I had to do whether I like it or not. She told me that she has paid huge sum of money for us and thus, I had to listen to everything she said. At that time I actually came to know that we had been sold to a brothel owner. I cried a lot and refused to work but in return I only got pain and starvation, they hit me with a stick and locked me up in a dark room without food for 3 days. But soon I had no option and I with a heavy heart accept whatever was there was in my fate. I just prayed that someone would come and rescue me from this hell and take me home.
Soon I became one of the top selling bodies in the market and daily count of customers went up top 25-30 or even 40 some days. It was so painful; and emotionally traumatic for me in the starting but soon my body adjusted to it. But still I feel the pain. It may not be physical but it is from the heart. I started talking very less and spent my time only thinking of home and praying to god to please send me back. But this didn’t happen. I think my prayers were perhaps lost in the prayers of other girls who were suffering just like I was. I don’t like being here but I am here.
I have been here 1 year and 4 months, and have not seen the sun, moon or even the exterior of our apartments. All my dreams have been ruined and raped by those two men. Soon I know I will be free. Either my friends will get me out of this place or perhaps I will commit suicide.
I am forced to carry a big smile on my face which is covered with makeup. I haven’t smiled from my heart in a long time. No one tries to understand or see within me and understand my pain and sorrow. I do want to go home but I fear that they will not accept me if they get to know about my present life.
I am not sure of my future nor am I sure of my existence, but till I am alive I sit here in this dark room waiting for the arrival of my next customer, praying that some does something that might just help me and a million other girls like me.
I have, I am and will always be waiting………for help!
From my teenage to ……
I was studying in standard 8th, unlike all other students I was a little more naughty but still every one liked me a lot, everyone called me “KANCHI”. That was my name, my beautiful name- “KANCHI”.
My best friend and I use to overpower all our co-students and we use to rule the school, but that was when I was in my teenage years. I still am, but everything has changed since then. Now everything has changed - me, my lifestyle, my smile and my name as well. My name which I love the most is being changed by these people- the name I loved. Now I die to hear someone call out my name – the name I was called by till a few months ago.
Now no one calls me by my name – the name I loved alot, also now I am pretty, and now I don’t have friends, I am alone in this world. I have forgotten what the outside world looks like because I have not moved out of my room since I arrived here way back on April 14th 2006.
My life changed when I was studying in 8th standard. Two persons from Gangtok came to our village. One was Suman and other one’s name I don’t remember. They both became good friends with my father. They use to visit our home frequently and I even considered them as my elder brothers. Everyone in the neighbourhood started liking them because they were very friendly and kind.
Then in February they gave an offer to my mother to send me to work in India where I would earn and study and send money back home every month. My mother initially said no but as one of my friends was also going she reluctantly approved without knowing that I – her daughter would never come back. Those two men (Suman &the other) use to pick girls and sell them in brothels all over India and even outside India.
Our journey started on 6th April 2006 and we reached here by 10th April 2006 here in Pune, with big dreams in our eyes. They took us to a very old building in a very dark locality. I told my friend that I didn’t like the feel and look of the place and somewhere I knew something was not right. Then Suman and the other guy had a talk with some old lady in the other room and came back to us to say, that we had to work and stay here it only and that they would come here regularly to see if everything was all right or not. Next Day when I woke up aunty came and briefed me about the work which I had to do whether I like it or not. She told me that she has paid huge sum of money for us and thus, I had to listen to everything she said. At that time I actually came to know that we had been sold to a brothel owner. I cried a lot and refused to work but in return I only got pain and starvation, they hit me with a stick and locked me up in a dark room without food for 3 days. But soon I had no option and I with a heavy heart accept whatever was there was in my fate. I just prayed that someone would come and rescue me from this hell and take me home.
Soon I became one of the top selling bodies in the market and daily count of customers went up top 25-30 or even 40 some days. It was so painful; and emotionally traumatic for me in the starting but soon my body adjusted to it. But still I feel the pain. It may not be physical but it is from the heart. I started talking very less and spent my time only thinking of home and praying to god to please send me back. But this didn’t happen. I think my prayers were perhaps lost in the prayers of other girls who were suffering just like I was. I don’t like being here but I am here.
I have been here 1 year and 4 months, and have not seen the sun, moon or even the exterior of our apartments. All my dreams have been ruined and raped by those two men. Soon I know I will be free. Either my friends will get me out of this place or perhaps I will commit suicide.
I am forced to carry a big smile on my face which is covered with makeup. I haven’t smiled from my heart in a long time. No one tries to understand or see within me and understand my pain and sorrow. I do want to go home but I fear that they will not accept me if they get to know about my present life.
I am not sure of my future nor am I sure of my existence, but till I am alive I sit here in this dark room waiting for the arrival of my next customer, praying that some does something that might just help me and a million other girls like me.
I have, I am and will always be waiting………for help!
An Introduction
Necessity never makes prostitution the business of men's lives; though numberless are the women who are thus rendered systematically vicious.
—Wollstonecraft, Mary also known as Mrs. Godwin
Orthodox, backward, narrow minded – that is how we define the Indian society and it is the people of this society who are shy, conventional and afraid of discussing sensitive topics like prostitution. But in the modern world of today, with everything progressing at a fast pace, it is high time that the Indian society comes out and talks about the controversial topic and does something concrete regarding it.
While the oldest profession in the world has been accorded legal sanction in various countries across the globe, the laws in
More dirt piles up by sweeping issues under the carpet. Prostitution is a flourishing economic enterprise in
Closeting the oldest profession known to mankind as a morality issue not only amounts to ignoring the exploitation of the commercial sex-worker by parasites, who feed on the income she generates, but the larger issue of AIDS — a scourge which is on the verge of wreaking a global apocalypse.
What is required is a practical rather than a puritan approach. By according legitimacy to the sex-worker, millions of women who ply this trade to feed their families will be freed from the clutches of pimps, brothel-owners and cops on the take.
Additionally, in traditional red-light areas, the workable practice of targeted intervention will gain effectiveness.
Legalising prostitution will see these women, who live life on the edge everywhere, gaining access to medical facilities which can control the spread of AIDS, not only among sex-workers themselves but, at a more macro level, the customer, his wife and potential progeny.
Numerous nations across the globe which have legalised prostitution see strength in this argument. By failing to pay heed to the world order, India has only made prostitution a criminalised whirlpool involving various mafiosi — both governmental and otherwise — and a health hazard for women who are the victims rather than the vectors of AIDS.
Voices which speak in favour of legalising prostitution realise that a progressive society doesn’t ignore certain parts of its whole, but lives and lets live. Indeed, there is a very strong case to treat the sex industry as any other industry and empower it with legal safeguards which would rid this workplace of exploitative and unhealthy practices.
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