She
looked into my eyes and questioned: “Is this what I deserve?!”
‘Welcome to the Pride month’- read the
artistic poster of my college. At this point of time, the only thing that
captured my attention was that colorful, self-explanatory rainbow. I ruffled
through it, as I do with every poster or circular, with complete belief that I
can’t contribute in anyway whatsoever, but wait!! There you see this beautiful
word ‘essay’. It jerked my heart and my eyes dilated with hope. So, here I am
with some of my encounters and tryst with the topic.
My essay may sound like a casual conversation
but I think that way it would be successful in touching the readers’ hearts and
make some difference.
Well, by now, we all must know what
LGBTQIA+ stands for; however, I’ll mention it again for you: L-Lesbian, G-Gay,
B-Bisexual, T-Transgender, Q-Queer, I-Intersex, A-Allies/Asexual.
So, my first encounter with this world
transpired when I was approximately 8 years old with a news channel reporting
something about it. Obviously, I had my questions and I neatly presented them
before the elders only to see them burst with laughter disparagingly. One of
them managed to look into my eyes and answered, “Darling, they are called
Hijras”. I could see no reason in their laughter but was surprised to know that
such people exist and are made to feel outcast for no fault of theirs. The
matter ended there and I didn’t think about it again for quite a time.
As the time led me into my teen -‘the
era of naughty hormones’-I discovered this concept of puberty which makes a boy
a ‘REAL MAN’ and a girl a ‘REAL WOMAN’ as someone taught me. As I began to think
that only two varieties are normal and perfect, it was soon washed away with
the tears of my close friend who freaked, “My parents doubt if I’m a girl! I
haven’t had my periods yet! Hey, do you think I’m a dude?!! What if my parents
throw me out?! What a CURSE!!” In her tear droplets, I could see many such
queer folks shedding tears and imploring to be treated as humans. I didn’t see
why they had to hide their gender identities and why they were deprived of
their right to express proudly, “YES! I’m a gay” or “Yup, I’m a lesbian and I’m
proud of it”, just like any other man or woman.
With the passage of time, my knowledge
about them grew especially in a
classroom called ‘traffic signals’ where
we get to see them all decked up and beg
for money or even flirt to ease out few leafs of money out of men’s pockets. My
mind asked my eyes ‘Hey is this how they are? All flirty?! , and a ‘mangalamukhi’ started sauntering towards
me. I cringed and hid while she could sense it from far and even before she
considered begging me she lowered her head down and walked away. I peeped at
her as she continued her business with others and suddenly I could see a part
of her looking at me questioning, “All flirty, is it?! No one would really want
to objectify oneself like this! It’s indeed humiliating but we are left with no
other option. We do have self-respect and we, as well, are humans. Do you get
it?!” I shook off from my reverie as the signal cleared.
One evening in the class the lecturer
couldn’t tolerate any more disturbances and so he walked furiously straight
towards the lads grinning, chuckling and clapped and muttered, “You folks are ‘ade’ and the whole class guffawed. I was
dumbstruck for in my mind’s eye I could see the entire class closing in on her
and laughing at her for the way she was. I felt as if she looked into my eyes
and asked, “Do you think this is what I deserve?!”
Unless and until the mindsets of the
people change no law can make any real difference whatsoever. As I conclude, I
can still see her smiling at me for sharing this piece. So, I believe that next
time you-lovely readers-see her again on a road begging, you would treat her as
any other human and possibly would even offer her a respectable job. Who knows?
This might be the answer to her question, “Is this what I deserve?!
BY
Mahalakshmi
Karantha K R
BA,
LL.B 2nd Semester
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