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| Me with some of the women who were a part of the gathering |
Dark,dusky lanes, houses merely being supported by broken tin sheets, foul smell lingering around every nook and corner and a bunch of some of the most poor people around the world. Well this truely resembles a description of a typical kachchi basti but how many people have actually seen it. Unfortunately i got a chance to.Unfortunate because the sight of the people living in such a dreadful state is enough to rack your brains and actually think about it.
Okay so this place situated almost 20 kms from main jaipur city (rajasthan state, india) is inhabitated by mostly people of muslim community indulged in bangle making business.The reason i went there was that that a workshop for the upliftment of muslim women had been organised there by an ngo Vividha which had been working for the cause since an year or two.After having listened to what the speaker ( an ngo activist) was saying ,i decided to actually talk to these women to know what actually their grievances were and the answers which they gave me were quite shocking.I thought i had landed at some unknown place far far away from the development that our country is been undergoing.Scarcity of proper 2 meals, no govt. schools around, girls being married of at a tender age of 18, extreme conditions of employment and poverty.I had always heard of such things,saw them on tvs, felt sorry and then ultimately forgotten but my this encounter with a bunch of muslim women who were ailing and subdued by men, shook me apart and forced me to ponder hard.For the first time, i realised that which ever government comes into action,nothing can be done for them because our system has a habit of making promises and showering fake sympathies but let me tell you people distributing blankets an food once in an year doesnt seem to be a possible solution to it,Does it ?
