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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Stars Of A Five Star University

Child-labour has become a usual phenomenon in the university. You can easily see small hands catering to the graduate and post-graduates students at almost every eating-joint on the campus.
It is like a summer school for Mahesh, a resident of Sultanpur district in U.P. He works with ‘Mona-Refreshment’— a popular joint at student-centre and generally collects dishes which students scatter here and there. “I am in class seventh . I am working in my vacations. My parents are farmers.” He claims be 15 years old but it doesn’t look like so. He didn’t have time for further questioning and left. If we go round towards the Arts-block, many canteens are closed due to vacations but English Department’s canteen is open. Manwar-short and lean built who claims his age above 14 years, washes dishes and serves tea and other snacks here.He is a resident of Bihar and doesn't know about his education.Similar is the situation at the 'Chemistry-Canteen'.The owner replied while counting the currency,"After all we are providing them employment and food.They are above 14 years."
The other canteens have workers who also started working as child -labourers but now they are grown-ups.In the sector-14 market ,the situation is even worse. At 'University Sweets',there are three to four child-labourers.Badal serves water and Santosh Kumar other food items.A small boy was scrubbing the floor. I asked his name.He looked at me but didn't reply.Even others do not know his name.Another one was washing dishes in the kitchen,customers are not allowed there.That's why I couldn't talk to him.These children are poor,illitrate and honest.They are ready to work on low wages.That's why they are employed. Most of them are from U.P. and Bihar.They are taught to state their age above 14 years.These shops and canteens work for several hours and even on Sundays.The employment of children below 14 years in these eastablishments is a clear violation of the Child Labour(Prohibtion and Regulatoin)Act,1986.It is also morally wrong for a university which fosters such labourers and boasts of its five star status.

6 Comments:

  • At 8/6/06 4:31 PM, Blogger Ashish said…

    Hey Bhartesh ... it was nice to see your first post ... the hiatus between the last post and this one was too long for a collective blog like this ...

    Anyway, I enjoyed your "Reportage." Meanwhile about this boy Manwar that you mentioned, Ravinder used to help him in his studies. Despite our limitations people are trying to make a difference and that's encouraging.

    BTW you are developing good reporting skills :-)
    Keep it up!

     
  • At 9/6/06 8:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I totally empathize with the emotional annhilation that forces ruptures at the mere sight of these shabby and snotty children surrounded by flies...everytime we cross them.But is the experience translateable esp.when we are hardly aware of the other side of the story.[except for analyzing it in economic terms and their living conditions]I think everyone has a story to tell.Moreover,hats off! to their unbeatable stobbornness for life.They have immense courage and resilence.I have an incidence to tell you...just a glimpse into the question that how do we previleged and 'moneyed'ones deal with those who don't have money to buy their rights?
    Recently,i was travelling by a public transport vehicle and as i was nearing my destination,this ugly looking teenager,stinking with sweat came to sit right next to me.Unlike his entire outfit ,he had worn a lovely pair of shoes.Perhaps,he was a sportsman[i have a great respect for sportsmanship]...or someone with a bubble of life floating in him to play the game....despite all odds.He had a kind look on his face...yet i was repelled to initiate any conversation.He asked me the way to P.G.I.and exchanged usual information about what i do? where i am going?and all.He seemed so enthusiastic about life despite my reluctance to talk.I could not stop thinking that maybe someone was not well in his family,...does he have the money for the treatment..who is he going to meet in the hospital...a woman ...some man...or an ailing child ....will the doctors take care of his family........but i never had the courage to ask him.[for i did'nt wanted to offend him in any way]It was very hot that day.He looked at the green bottle in my bag and very subtly gestured to take my permission which i willingly offered to him.We travelled in the same autorickshaw for sometime.For a moment i was a bit suspicious about him...is he following me or he genuinly wants to go there.Ihad to drop earlier but i did'nt had the change so i asked the auto driver to wait till i get it from the shop nearby but to my utter surprise this guy told the driver that he knows me and offered to pay the fare..It was only when i came back it was reveled to me.Though,i did not take it from him ,but iwas zapped at his modesty.I felt ashamed of my own thoughts.The only kind word i could utter was 'thanks'.He saw me for once and then turned back and i saw his face fading away with the speeding vehicle...
    Such humanity ....at places where it is least expected...
    It is very easy to sweep aside the cluster of these ugly slums from our sight but what about the 'mental slums 'within.....The usual mindset connoted to this 'slot' of society is illegality.But desperation does not mean that they will do something illegal...we can't be oblivious of this major part of the society who is a contemporary existence and a flipside of the global world.

     
  • At 11/6/06 5:21 PM, Blogger Ashish said…

    Hey Pritika,

    Sharing of stories like the one you narrated is what makes this blog a worthwhile effort. And of course the most important revelations indeed occur in the "Heat and Dust" of daily routine ...

    "The other side of the story" comes out quite vividly in your manner of description ... incidents like this do help clearing our "mental slums" which are cluttered by stinking prejudice.

    BTW I didn't know that you are kind of a sports buff. This is another reason that I like the blog. It surprises us about each other. :-)

     
  • At 18/6/06 12:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Write Parasite

    A 'writer' is no different from a parasite especially when s/he belongs to that tribe which believes in 'mirroring'- truthfully- the state of sick society (and which shall inherit the earth!). While Gold-berg pats McCann for his maiden shot Manwar still has to get up at six in the morning and slog out throughout the day uptil ten in the night. Although he 'knows' who exploits him there at the English Hut it isn't improbable that he'll never know of the people who 'exploit' him in the virtual world and win laurels in return.
    Even though 'that bubbly bitch' ( mind the quotes, pun intended ) brazenly barks about 'subaltern's' impossibility of articulation of their 'pitiable' plight yet she fails to pin down the parasites who shamelessly thrive on their (subaltern's) re-presentation and cunningly shies away from 'fighting' for their RIGHT AGAINST RE-PRESENTATION (RAR). Verily, its a typical trait of The Great Middle Class (GMC) to feed on the object it 'pities'( they say they 'empathise' and 'fight' for their rights) very very subtly at the same time garnering accolades for this generous gesture.
    While some people cry hoarse against this 'bargepole bashing' of the blemishless GMC it would be a terrible blunder to remain enlighteningly complacent in 'cozy confinements' of back-scratching dazzling discourses and revel in the pleasures middle class situation affords.

     
  • At 18/6/06 1:38 PM, Blogger Ashish said…

    Dear Anonymous,

    It's particularly sad to know that you have pigeonholed the people writing here without reflecting enough on their continuing personal and communitarian struggles. It is harsh, since this virtual community has no axe to grind in these matters. We are people who come here and share with each other what we observe around us and sharpen each other's focus by bringing our own perspective. We hope that by and by we will enable ourselves to make a material difference in various tiny corners of of the world where we find ourselves situated.

    You should have given it a second thought before saying that we are exploiting someone here in the virtual world and are winnning laurels in return.

    Nobody is making money here for example. Nor are we getting any professional leverage.

    Who is going to pat our backs when we share our stories here? In fact the first 'outside' (mind the quotes, though we believe that anyone who leaves a comment here is one among us, the insider)reaction is a strong disapproval of what is happening on this blog. You hurl anonymously venomous diatribe on these little tales that we humbly share in our little community without caring to know what we actually might be doing in "real" lives.

    Despite your strong words I am proud of the members here who write in their own name, thus taking full responsibilty of what they write. They don't hide behind anonymity. They don't lie in ambush.

    Have a nice day!

    PS: I have no love lost for Gayatri Spivak, but please note there is more to her than just one essay that you refer to. She has probably done more for the disadvantaged that you and I can hope to do in our combined lifetimes. Please refrain from judging people on the basis of a single essay or a single post, especially when you have a tendency to approach them with preconceived notions.

     
  • At 24/6/06 1:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Indeed,we are frivolous people in our "cozy confines"......After all that's what GMC is all about ... sit back and relax at the english hut ... enjoy!... have your writeups ready ... cash in your chips ... all at the expanse of people like manwar and gang. Poor souls! ... thank god ! they don't 'know' and care two hoots for people like us.

    About that "Bubbly bitch"...i just love her style......she knows how to have her dig among dogs...I respect A...'s effort but the long counter discursive blabbering has only highlighted the discourse itself.[...unsolicited and unpaid..]

    Writing can have diverse connotations ... The very act of sharing our responses and reactions sensitizes us and by forming a community of friends itself becomes a part of cultural production.[unlike its commercial counterpart]

    Such comments invite a rethinking into the kind of identity the blog projects ... perhaps it confounds people under a spell of anonymity.[I really wonder whether A. is testing the waters or simply being ... ]

     

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