For exactly
the past seven days, I’ve been holed up in my house. I haven’t met people,
except those who inhabit/visit my home; I have felt neither the sun nor the
rain on my skin; I haven’t been out in the fresh air; I haven’t lived. I’ve
spent my days in a zombie-like state: Eating, Sleeping and Eating …in any order
you prefer.
No, I have
not gone insane… nor am I depressed. I’m experimenting. I’m trying to feel for
myself what life would be like if the luxuries of Nature and society were one
day suddenly denied to me. How would it feel if one day I woke up to find not a
single soul willing to talk to me, much less touch me? How would I react if I
were confined to a small room so dark that not even a sliver of light can
breach the darkness? As they say, I would be alive, but not Alive...
Scary as it
may seem, this horrid exclusion is exactly what thousands of children in India
face when they’re diagnosed with HIV.
During my
two-month stay at Hyderabad, we visited Desire Society, a care home for
children affected and infected by HIV/AIDS. The institute is home to about sixty-five
children affected by HIV. During our interaction I came across two especially
lovely girls, Lakshmi and Sirisha. There was an instant connection with these best friends. Was it the
way they coyly approached me, the way the perfectly copied my steps as we
danced to Bollywood hits or their sheer excitement when I met their pet rabbit…
I will never know.
Then and Now
Top: Lakshmi
Bottom: Sirisha
Outcast by
the society, orphaned at a tender age, here were two little ladies whose
passion for life far exceeded mine. As they skipped around to show me their
moves, their smiles hid the trauma they’ve undergone. While one was admitted with symptoms of tuberculosis when she was all of four years, the other was turned away by her family and friends alike. In this world far away
from our own, they pretended to be little princesses for whom life has been one
nice fairy tale. The reality…far from pleasant
In a
country like India, where awareness about HIV is at sub-zero levels, any child
infected with the virus at birth is treated as a curse to society. Food,
family, shelter…they have nothing. Battling ill-health, these kids wage a war
for survival every single day. It is a battle against an empty stomach, against
an evil society that refuses to take them in its fold, against a system which
systematically discriminates against them.
What we
need to understand is that shutting them out is not the solution. In India,
roughly 80% of HIV infections in children are vertical, i.e. mother to child
transmissions. The remaining 20% get infected owing to blood transfusions and sexual
activity. Symptoms might appear as early as before a baby completes a full year
of his life, to a few years later in the childhood. Since this deadly virus
lowers the defense mechanisms of the body, these children are prone to
opportunistic infections as well as neurological manifestations.
They show
an increased tendency to suffer the usual childhood infections, such as a
common cold, with a magnified intensity. If left untreated, something as
curable as diarrhea may be the cause of death. Unlike their counterparts at
institutions like Desire Society, most children don’t have access to even such
basic healthcare. Much more debilitating diseases follow.
I find
myself unable put in words the hardships they face. But I'm sure if you have the means to read this, you must know this already. The question is, what have we done to help?
As grim as
it sounds, Lakshmi and Sirisha also showed me the sunny side of their life. They
might have lost their parents, but they have each other. They might have lost
touch with the world, but they built their own. A world in which, surprisingly,
people like me and you are always welcome.
I know not
if I will see them again. I know not if they’ll lead a healthy life. I know not
if they’ll ever be accepted by society. But I do know their life is on track to
becoming what it should be: Normal.
P.S. I'll upload some pictures of their artwork soon :)
Sometimes, all that is required is a bit of kindness from our side to bring a change, wonder why it's all that hard for us!
ReplyDeleteIndeed Charul! Perhaps we are so busy with life's little problems that we fail to recognize the suffering of others. Or maybe, we live in denial because it is too much to man up to.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the greatest question of them all - how much should we live for ourselves and how much should we live for others?
ReplyDeleteThat'll be a tricky one to even think on. But then we'll also need to define the concept of the 'Other'. Who exactly would you label as the 'others' in your life?
DeleteThere are multiple ways of looking at it. In the current context, I meant 'others' as in other people who are not close to you and helping them would be considered charity.
DeleteThis post also reminded me of something - I remember until a few years back, my dad was sponsoring a kid's education till he was 14 at Don Bosco school. I remember my dad saying that small things like these matter. And I have to agree that he felt happier for it :)
I cannot persuade people to go all out in their social efforts. That'll be preaching something I honestly do not practice myself. But yes, if we can find time, even a couple of hours a week, to help others, I'm sure the "other's" life will become pleasant beyond measure.
DeleteAnd small things do matter a lot. Your dad took up a huge responsibility. If I can be even a little like him, I'll be glad.