Years ago when I heard Krishna’s story, I was bewildered. Krishna is one of those people, who throw the harsh realities of life ‘ON YOUR FACE’. One of those incidents which makes you think beyond the insulated cocoon that your life is. Circumstances which makes you thankful for your state of being yet, question why did someone else have to go through this. Krishna was the smart little one who put the NGO into trouble, at the authoritative hands of the Women’s Commission.
On the day of the rescue, Krishna was kept along with the other boys in the ‘home’ as the authorities easily mistook her for a boy. At the first look anyone would be misguided into believing that she was a boy, with her clothes, short hair and boy-like mannerisms. It was during the routine medical check-up the next day that the authorities discovered, Krishna was actually a girl.
This little girl, barely aged seven gave her explanations for her mannerisms and appearance as a boy. She even chose a gender-neutral name. Her mother was one of those unfortunate women who had to earn a living, satisfying a Man’s state of perpetual deprivation. Her’s was an accidental birth, she said and I was left dumbstruck. Krishna grew up in a brothel. Having a child, decreased her mother’s market value. As she grew older, the innocence was overshadowed by fear. Krishna was at first puzzled by the attention she got. When Krishna realized it was her nascent femininity which was the cynosure of those lecherous men, when the hugs and kisses made her uncomfortable, from whatever little experience of life she’d had she decided to disguise as a boy. All she wanted to do was divert unwanted attention. When her mother died, Krishna ran away and ended up in this city and was rescued along with other street children at the bus-station.
Honestly, at the age of seven I would’ve hardly understood what all this meant. But, at the same tender age, Krishna had to grow up much beyond the number of years of her earthly existence. And I see young girls of the same age around me, living a carefree life, trying to be ‘girly’, barbies and kitchen sets, fancy make-up sets and princess like attitudes.
Krishna loathed being a girl, she hated what made her a ‘girl’. Gruesome hands of people, people who were old enough to be her father or grandfather took undue advantage of this little flower, which was almost nipped in the bud. There are many more like her, who don’t realize something is wrong until a long time. Many live with the guilt, many fail to survive. Life is just unfair!!!
( I saw a similar story about a woman who dressed up like a man for the same reasons in one of the newspaper supplements last week. That triggered this post)