The Liberacy:- Sarita, a Journalist, working rugged to the struggling days, hails from the high-profile city of Mumbai, narrated the story of Reena, when she visited a small village named “Karmpur”, and questioned, Why we need Gandhi now?
Reena is a proud Harijan of Mahatma Gandhi. She is a mother of two daughters, a caretaker of her old Mother-in-law and a sorrower of her deceased husband, that brought a big responsibility on her shoulders.
Sarita, doing her own business of looking at the poverty in the village from a Mumbaikar’s eye had a disgusted face. The high town lad who owned a washing machine in the town was looking at the pond next to a temple of Karampur.
Women washing clothes in a group, chitchatting and laughing to the facilities they didn’t have. With a brief look to the other shore of the pond, she found a single woman with her 6-year-old daughter around her, focused on the bucket of clothes she had.
Unlike these group of women, that lady on the other shore didn’t have a big pile of detergent foam around the clothes she washed, the poverty spoke.
Sarita, proud of how she pointed out the poverty, ran to the woman. Reena, was her name, a Dalit widow. Hoping in the path of getting some content for her story, she stressed on visiting her place. Which she got.
The slums of Mumbai were better than her small mud-walled and dry grass roof Hut, with an old lady lying to find death and two of her young girls looking for a life.
Sarita, found the fragmented pieces of the society, at this modern age when Reena was stopped from walking on the streets. The Harijans of Mahatma Gandhi were still untouchable. The high caste, Pure Blood had their own way of treating the so-called Impure Blood.
Sarita was aware of the reservation in the Indian society, as it was the most talked-about thing in her college, due to the seats reserved and money subsidies to the castes.
The fact that she wasn’t aware of, was that the food in any part of the world costs the same. How can someone like Reena, afford to educate her daughter when the only source of her income was from cleaning the utensils of higher caste people in the society. The amount as less as 500 rupees was a million-dollar dream for Reena.
Reena is not allowed to visit any holy place, making her a spectator of worshiping and the prey of society.
Reena’s daughters are above the age of 5 but still, are stranded out of the educational blessings because they are Harijan, and they cannot sit on the same level as the children of Higher Class Brahmins.
“You are suitable for cleaning the toilets, not turning the pages.” the worst remark Sarita found on her trip of Karmpur, when found, what Impure Blood means.
The people destined to do jobs like cleaning toilets and nothing else were the Impure Bloods. People called them Dalit and Gandhi called them Harijan (Gods people).
Sarita, the high born of Mumbai held her head looking at the reality of her own society and finding the meaning for the most politicized words, said, “We need a welder like Gandhi to weld the broken pieces of his Harijan.”