Tuesday 6 December 2011

Proud to be a GIRL

It was this Sunday when I was passing by this government hospital in our town. It's something that stands right there seeing thousands of people just pass by, even me almost everyday. But then as I said this Sunday there was a reason. An urge that made me just roll in my vehicle in the M.Y hospital campus. And I was there walking up to the very first floor making my way to this Gynecology ward.

Well it all starts with my clock showing 6:30 a.m. Omg!! I was supposed to be at this event that was organized by AIESEC..."Saluting Her Existence Marathon". A really amazing way to show concern towards Female Foeticide. It was an initiative of it's own kind. But then as I should have been there at sharp 6.00 a.m knowing I am late (or may be too reluctant to give a try to go) I just looked around and out of laziness bagged in my bed again. But then  possibly it came from here; that I was standing there out of the Post Natal Ward. Sighhh!!!

To avoid issues I prefered seeking permission first from the office at the same floor. Their least concern already gave me a view of what e'm gonna see forward is an acute example of disorder. They had no issues with me moving around and questioning people or observing stuff. Wondering if this is a part of my studies or why i just wanted to do this. But I had already made my mind to do this. There is this exploring gene (or some crazy nerve what they say) that made me do this and a part of me was still questioning me, Why??

No, point reasoning now as I made my way inside the room with 50 beds, stinking worse then shit. Where I had to make my way among all those women with their kids on the floor. To my surprise few of them born just 24 hours back . I swear it was pathetic to think were media is ready to pay crores to get one snap of the silver-spoon Bacchan baby there were these kids born with the fate of starving belly. I made my walk through Pantry to O.T. For doctors it was the same job as it is for some rag-pickers. They ought to work all day for their wages involving little emotions. They made those already miserably week ladies stand in queue for report checking if they came to visit a grocery shop.

But out of all this situations I caught my sight to  this lady Asha, brought out of the Operation Theater being shifted to the ward. As i followed her, i could hear her in-laws cursing her for the girl she just gave birth to. But despite all this she had a smile. A glance of her baby she had, seemed to penetrate her soul deeply. For her she was entire world, probably more valuable than hundred sons. They left her all alone to get food for her 2 years old boy crying for milk. I took the chance and walked up to her sat on the bed and holded her hands. Had a brief talk about her family, life and the journey of this nine months. She really opened her heart to me. It was then she had tears in her eyes and this what was she said in Hindi, "She grew in my heart not tummy, I feel i am born again with her birth. It is the best feeling to hold my girl".



I prayed for the baby and I had tears in my eyes too not knowing what the fate would bring to her daughter or to lakhs of such girls born everyday. I was recalling what Bible says in Psalm 139. "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

Driving back, I felt extremely proud on My existence. Yes!! I Was, I Am and I will be Super Proud to be a GIRL.