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Leaving norms behind!

 "Arre didi! It indeed happened like that. Neelam was asked to bring her 3 year old kid-brother to the adolescents' meeting. Her family gave her permission to come only on the condition that the brother will accompany. The boy fell in a drain on the way, Neelam had to go back home, get him cleaned and then come to the meeting again!" And everyone present had a hearty laugh remembering the incident! This can actually be material for stand-up comedians but in Rambakhs Kheda, near Lucknow, girls can only go out if their brothers accompany them. And these brothers can be as young as 3! All the assembled had a hearty laugh at the ridiculousness of the proposition that a yound child of 5 or so would protect the much older sister but so far it helped them get out of the homes, they were ready to bring the kid-brother along. 


"How was the lockdown time?" Meena jumped to say how badly they fared with all family members in the same room for all the 24 hours and said, "How would you like staying throttled all the time? Talking in whispers? Making sure you are invisible in a 10 by 12 room with three other sibligs?" Although she lead the older adolescents' group in her village into making masks and distributing, as the local medicine shops were selling masks for Rs 120/- each, her own life was really difficult at home with her elder abusive brother, who would beat her black and blue every once in a while and even the parents were scared to intervene. She really worked around the issue of domestic violence in her home after getting engaged with Breakthrough's work in the village with older adolescents. She got to know about the law and the helplines. Her peer group members and the field worker of the organisation also were supportive. In December 2020, when her brother beat her up again, she decided she would see an end to it. She called the helpline and informed them and the helpline people in turn called up her brother to behave. This was however not enough. Meena had to take it up with her parents, who had always advised her to keep quiet to keep the family's honor. And this will never stop amazing me! No honor gets violated if the abuser abuses. It only gets violated when the abused raises a voice! Meena asked her parents to intervene. She said she was determined to see the end of it and will definitely call Police. The Breakthrough workers including the District Lead also spoke to the brother. With the efforts from many different angles, Meena's parents also spoke to the brother jointly. Meena happily informed us that although he still creates an environment of tension from time to time, since December no incident of physical violence has taken place at her home. She also added when her mom once told her younger sister "If you do like this, I will beat you!", Meena intervened. She said to her mom, "Let us not even talk about physical violence". Meena worked as a teacher in the local primary school since she passed her 10th and she was a much loved teacher as she prepared and studies herself before each class. This helped her complete her own 12th. She loves Biology and wanted to pursue Nursing but it is almost impossible in the want of money. However, her smile belies her troubles!

We sat in an open place wearing masks and maintained a small number in the village of Rambakhs Kheda with a group of 17 to 25 year olds who take up issues around gender norms in their villages. Many of them talked about their stories of intervention during sexual harassment on streets. Nilesh told us how he had intervened when a group of boys sitting on a culvert were harassing a girl. How he made sure he engaged with them and did not cow down when the harassers asked the age old question, "What is that to you?" He said, "I feel bad! I do not like it!" He could make them see reason and the boys dispersed. 

Rambakhs Kheda is an interestingly located village. It is just 27 km away from Lucknow, the state capital of Uttar Pradesh and the nearest motorable way is more than 6 km away. It is a place from which people can get three wheeler auto rickshaws. The bus stop is 16 km away. It was unnerving to come through the completely deserted stretches where massive constructions are going on for Purvanchal Highway. You literally enter mounds of earth piled on either side and somehow navigate through sand carrying trucks and undulating terrain. I mentioned to my collegaue, "If they kill and burry us here, no one will even know!" It is from this village that a 17 year old Nirmala goes to school in her bicycle and one day her bicycle got punctured and she had to return walking from school. She found another girl who was younger by a year or so and they decided to walk back together. Boys in two motorbikes started chasing them, encircling them, verbally abusing them, made suggestive comments and gestures. The two girls were terribly scared and disturbed. It was difficult to hear her ordeal. It made my heart-rate go up and I wanted them to be safe at any cost. It seems Nirmala did not play by the norm of "Girls get a bad name if they report such incidences" and she actually caught hold of some elders as she neared her village. The elders gave the boys a chase but they ran away. The younger girl was so afraid that she refused to walk further to her own village alone. Some older people of Rambakhs Kheda accompanied her to her village. As Nirmala was narrating her ordeal, I was wondering how fragile is the possibility of continuing education for girls from these villages, 

Nirmala told us that her mom has told her not to do such things again and I asked her what is the thing her mother asking her not to do? She was only going to her school. The questioning revealed her mom was worried about her reporting the incident and she was scared that the perpetrators would try to do something later too. We discussed the norm of keeping silent  in the face of harassment in the society and whether it really helps, as we discussed a number of issues in which they had intervened and the violence has stopped. They told us emphatically that as they now know their rights and learnt skills of intervention, they would not be silent anymore! 





The adolescents made space for the mothers to come in and talk to us later in the day. I asked the mothers, "Do you think it is okay for girls to travel so much?" They unanimously said, "Oh yes!" and they also told us how they want the village to produce many Meeras (the young leader from the village). And marriage? What about marriage? Suneeta said, "Apne pairo par khadi ho gayi tab nahi karna chahe to nahi karegi (If she stands on her own feet, and does not want to marry, I will support her)." And then she added smiling, "Shadi me kya hai na Didi, kaam bahut badh jaata hai! (there is too much work anyway, when you are married off!)" All the women joined her laughing! 


* All names changed to protect identities.

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  1. UP is godforsaken place. Even city like Allahabad and Kanpur, young girls can't move around freely. Even with a job, they will need to move away for any semblance of dignity, I fear.

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    1. It is really sad and more sad is the fact that girls are supposed to keep quiet..

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  2. it's nice how i get to know all these people and places through you!

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