Double Scoop Sundays

It happened one fine day, like most other things. An erudite bunch of twenty somethings, fired by the passion to make a difference, all set to make the most of a rare opportunity. An opportunity presented by the judicial authorities of Chennai, Tamilnadu that welcomed voluntary organizations, to help with proceedings at the State Juvenile Justice Homes. My lot was asked to help out with the Girl’s home, which housed an orphanage for underprivileged children.

After a thorough interrogation, which summed up the attitude of the staff towards ‘outsiders’, the perplexed watchman let us walk through the gates. I watched as the activities came to a stand still and all eyes assessed the ‘Akkas’ (tamil for elder sister) and ‘Annas’ (tamil for elder brother) who had trespassed into their world. There were some hushed speculations as to what our motive might be. Undeterred, we kept pace with our guide who led us to a sprightly group of thirty girls. Clean skirts, clipped nails, two plaits that dangled forth- it was obvious that they had taken some effort to make an impression upon us. Impress us, they did. Be it with their cheeky repartees to questions that undermined their intelligence or their attention to detail that reflected in dance impersonations of Kollywood’s biggest stars. Quite simply, these young girls were made of sterner stuff than the dilapidated buildings they called home.

It wasn’t as if they lacked the intelligence. It wasn’t as if they were denied a basic education. Yet, this was a gullible lot, almost waiting to be taken advantage of, when they stepped out into the big bad world. The need of the hour was interaction with different individuals that would change their behavioural patterns. In less fancy terms, we were there to help them enjoy their childhood. Through origami, painting and English lessons we had broken past more than just ice. This was the start of something special.

Two fun Sundays later, we were confronted with a strange problem. The girls, who were starved of any male attention and constantly fed on imaginative filmi plots, staked their claim on the Annas, who were their tickets to an escape route. It came as a surprise, because we thought they were responding well to our sessions. Little did we anticipate that this turn would unearth certain ghastly truths. These girls were only aware of two kinds of men – the men in their families who remained helplessly stricken by poverty, reducing them to the state of orphans and men who took advantage of their naiveté. The few good men who did exist were from the movies. It was astonishing to note that these bright young kids would sell more than body and soul to spend a few hours in the company of a man. Since the authorities made sure to keep the men at bay, their sexual frustrations boiled over. Lesbianism was rampant amongst the older girls in the orphanage. The situation stood at a stagnant lose-lose. If you roped in the men, you had teenage pregnancies. If you didn’t, you had abusive lesbians, not out of choice but out of sheer need. How then could you reach out to make the girls aware of the beautiful relationships that a man and woman share? As father and daughter, as teacher and student, as colleagues at any workplace or as best friends? Unfortunately, not much has been done to break these barriers as an empathizing Superintendent delivered the ultimatum- she understood the circumstances better than any of us, but she wasn’t prepared to be harassed by the system. The group could stay if the men opted out.

This was a learning process, indeed. It isn’t always easy to watch your liberal ideas being squashed under rubber chappals. While penning these thoughts down, my attention drifts towards the system itself. While a commendable effort was being made to make operations more transparent, a great deal still remained flawed. The wardens of the homes still continue to employ these girls as free manual labour to clean their quarters in exchange for a tastier meal. Exploitation notwithstanding, I don’t blame any of the girls who grab hold of this opportunity for the meals served at the home gets monotonous. The hugest challenge that the Superintendent faces is the indifference that the girls show towards their staff. If the staff fails to understand their requirements, the consequences range from ripping apart furniture to slashing wrists. This relationship seems to be jostled by desperation at both ends. It should be noted that the staff consider this as a routine government job and remain oblivious to methods of change.

Despite several events that came to light, we persisted, sans the men. As the Sunday trouper’s visits grew more frequent, we earned the grudging cooperation of the hitherto sniggering wardens. Maybe the girls would listen to us, after all. Maybe this was the way to keep them from staging a rebellion. The wardens seemed more willing to let the girls attend our Sunday sessions and at times we were even greeted with a smile.

It’s been over a year now, since we embarked upon this mission. Alright, scratch that. We didn’t change lives overnight. Yet, with time, the equations did change. The constant bickering amongst the girls has lessened. It seems less of an issue now if one group had more sheets of paper to paint on or a few more beads to string together. The tell tale stories of woe didn’t vanish altogether but they make fewer appearances. These small changes accounted for bigger changes in the group’s attitude towards their own lives.

None of this happened because ours is a gifted group. We walked in as just another bunch trying to bridge a divide. There has been more than one occasion where we have yelled at the top of our voices to get a point across or refused to fulfill certain unreasonable demands. It only goes to show that a group such as this will accept you in the fold if you are willing to lend them your ears. Is there a point to all of this? There is. I’m sure there are many other groups making an effort to reach out. If you have the time and the will, put your hand up. At the risk of sounding preachy, I shall tell you that this has been one of my better life experiences. If for nothing else, you’ll start to view your life a little differently.


By
Divya Meenakshi C

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CLAP CLAP - Stands up and takes a BOW

By
Dosai

Hey remember i told ya ppl that am gonna post up pics. Well here is one of em. This was taken using a FX2 Yashika by Shamsher. What i did was - I took the pic apart , modded it using GIMP (Free software 0wnz u all) and here is the stdout of the effort.




Surya - Dosai - Bala

Added a flare on RH-Top for that summer_at_its peak look. The image is in immense contrast SEPIA mode. This adds a Eastmanish look to it

Hope yall like it

Peace
Dosai

The start of this week was a daimm good one. Exibhited enough courage to say somethin that i thought i would never say ever. PHEW what a stress buster. Laid my hands on a couple of bottles of walmart_sold_BOD sprays thanks to BALA. Wen to Dublin last saturday along with the MADBULLS to meet Kevin Mahoney and Vikram. The former is a US-RE distributer and Vikram is HOS - Royal Enfield. Me have gone from the clean_shaven_good_boy look to i_am_french_boi_with_frenchie look. No idea if it suits me but like I care a RAT's ass about it. saxyyyyyyyyyyy wonleee i would say :P~. Was uber tierd yest so just went back home from work and crashed on the couch. Was in it all day.Slept early after a long time enjoyed that sleep through out

Peace
Dosai

Hey yo d0ods and d00dett3s

Was a pretty exiting week. Went quite like clockwork. work-beach-home. Since the mail migration project has been delayed i was sitting jobless this week. Bala treated the ball-boys and the markers at the tennis club to some awesome whiskey and snacks. Its been a very long time since i stayed out all night and thatas jus what i did saturday night. Crashed at Yacoubs place and had a sound sleep after a movie. Sunday was uneventful. Spent a few hours at the church. made up my mind to stay home the whole day and spend some time with mom and dad. Watched a tamil flick starring Asin and Ravi, a good family entertainer.

The Madrasbulls did a ride to pondy recently and shamsher posted up the photos which he had taken with his elite Yashica FX2. I will be dig-touching up all the pics and posting em up soon. So all ye photo phreaks can hold on to their pants and panties cause u are gonna feast ur eyes on some daiiiim good pics

PEACE
Dosai

Scottie dose'nt know that, Fiona and Me.. Do it in my VAN every SUNDAY......

Thats how Euro Trip opens up. Man it was one hell of a movie. It has this song that has the above lines, potentially punk_rockish ishtyle. My bike's insurance expired and me been riding it w/o insurance for the past month. I better get it insured before some COP stops me and askes "SIR VANDI PAPER YENGA". I also met with a small accident Tuesday Night. Damn potholes and dividers. Luckily nothin happened to me. Bike suffered a bent Gear leaver, Crashguard and a badly bent left foot_peg.

Took out mom and dad to Wangs for some good chinese grub. A change from the usual indeed :-). SFL is celeberating SAFETY DAY today and we were given badges indicating it.There will be a fire drill and emergency evac drill after the oath taking. Activated GPRS on my mobile and me walking around with it and checkin GMAIL on the move.

Peace
Dosai