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Living as bonded labour Life Of A Eunuch Neha reveals the truth Life Of An investigative and empathetic study of about her life as a eunuch transgendered people in India, a socially and psychologically victimised community ...Aur Neha Nahin Bik Payee ...¡ðøÜ Ðð÷èð Ððèóü ò×ð¨ ÑððÚðó A Eunuch CD enclosed Eunuchs are an extremely secretive community, adhering to their commandments. They are forbidden to talk about their lives or their community to outsiders, so information about them is very limited. Under the leadership of a very senior 75-year old guru of Mumbai, Saira Bano Sheikh, eight eunuchs decided to document their lives, the hardship, exploitation and the harsh reality of bonded labour that is the sum of their lives. The movie is based on true events in the life of one of India’s 19 lakh eunuchs, Neha, who was born as Satish. It primarily features the actual eunuchs and locales involved. Dr Piyush Saxena The movie was initially not passed by the examining committee of the Censor Board. Subsequent to an appeal and corroboration of facts by other eunuchs, the movie was passed by the revising committee without 'cuts'. It has also been strongly opposed by some of the top gurus and nayaks of the eunuch community. ‘... Aur Neha Nahin Bik Payee’ depicts eunuchs as they really are - human, just like the rest of us. Movie URL - http://www.sooe.org.in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0Oe1DJn4KM Hard bound - Rs 1,000 Paperback - Rs 100* * Subsidised by 978- 81- 920263- 8- 1 Dr Piyush Saxena Salvation Of Oppressed Eunuchs Life Of A Eunuch Dr Piyush Saxena Life Of A Eunuch SHANTA Publishing House Navi Mumbai First Edition - November 2011 Published by - Shanta Publishing House 5/1202, NRI Complex Nerul (W), Navi Mumbai 400706 : 02503299798, 09322356008 Subsidised by - Salvation Of Oppressed Eunuchs E-mail: [email protected] URL: http://www.sooe.org.in Printed at - Taco Visions Pvt. Ltd., Kandivli (W), Mumbai 400067. : 022-42331234 Distributed by - 1) India Book House (P) Ltd, Mumbai E-mail: [email protected] 2) A H Wheeler, Allahabad E-mail: [email protected] Stockist - 1. Eram’s, Shop No. 122, 3rd Lane Crawford Market, Mumbai 400001 : 09870097039, 09821117872 E-mail: [email protected] 2. Crossword 3. Landmark 4. www.flipkart.com Contents of this book may be freely reproduced in any form, without prior permission. Video recordings of private events of eunuchs and raw footage of the movie “...Aur Neha Nahin Bik Payee - Life Of A Eunuch” can be made available to entities, keen to further the understanding of this oppressed community. All names and addresses in this book are factual, except where the guru necessitated otherwise. Most photographs are factual, barring a few for representational purposes. All disputes are subject to Navi Mumbai jurisdiction only. This book is dedicated to all those who have faced contempt and been mocked, merely because they are deprived of a clear gender Foreword It was a cool, crisp Diwali morning in November 2009 and I was in a joyous mood as I walked with my son Piyush to the neighbourhood sweet shop. I looked up at the azure sky and was struck by the beauty of the season, made even better for me since my children and grandchildren were spending the holidays with us. Upon reaching the shop, Piyush went inside to buy sweets and snacks, while I waited outside, lost in my reverie. It is not often that our children visited us in Ghaziabad, UP and I was thankful to God for such occasions, when we got together and spent time with one another as a happy family once again. All of them had done well for themselves and yet found the time to visit us in our old age and address our occasional need that required their attention. How fortunate we had been to have such children, I thought to myself! I was rudely jolted out of my trance by a rather gruff voice. Turning to face the intruder, I was again accosted by a hoarse voice. I realised that the voice belonged to an apparition that we usually refer to as ‘hijra’. The hijra flashed a grin at me, revealing a stained mouth full of ‘paan’ and reminding me of the festive occasion, asked me for money. vii I was reminded of what my parents, friends and just about everyone else had dinned into my ears since childhood – “Do not invoke their curses, they always come true.” I had also heard horror stories about how they threatened to flash their genitals at those who did not give them alms. I instinctively shrank back and hastily reached into my purse, fishing out a Rs 2 coin, which I promptly forked over. The hijra gleefully accepted the coin and spontaneously blessed me, saying, “Ma, tere bachche phule phale (May your children prosper).” Then she sauntered off to join her mates, who were busy collecting alms from shopkeepers and other people on the street. I was relieved at having escaped rather lightly, when I noticed Piyush standing next to me with a bemused expression on his face. He asked me if I had given alms out of my fear of hijras and I truthfully answered in the affirmative. Piyush mentioned that I was sadly mistaken in my belief, as were countless others who had similar apprehensions. He mentioned that hijras were bound by strict commandments, which precluded them from pressurising anyone or indulging in any criminal activity. I asked him about how he knew so much about them and it was then that he mentioned that he was writing a book about hijras or eunuchs, as they are referred to in English. My interest was aroused. I requested him to let me take a look at the manuscript and he agreed to do so. After a few days, he returned home to Mumbai and I forgot about the event but Piyush kept his promise to me and I was rather surprised when a fairly voluminous viii Life Of A Eunuch parcel arrived for me shortly thereafter. Upon opening it, I saw pages upon pages of information, along with a lot of photos depicting hijras on various occasions. At first, my heart sank upon having to read so much material but gradually, my curiosity overcame my apprehension and I resolved to read the book. Only a page or two at first, which gradually increased to more as the days passed, I read on, fascinated by the information contained in the book. How could this be possible, I kept asking myself? The matter contained therein flew in the face of everything that I had heard until then and defied conventional wisdom. I decided to uncover the ‘truth’ and cautiously broached the subject to my friends when we met for tea in the evenings. I asked them about the various things that we had all heard about hijras and their community. I enquired at length with each and everyone of my friends about whether any of them had ever been threatened by hijras for money or ‘flashed’ by them upon their refusal to do so. I also asked them about if any of them knew about a family where a newborn had been forcibly carried away by them as was widely rumoured. Contrary to my expectations, I got an answer in the negative each time from all of my friends. By now, I was truly surprised and a bit disappointed at having harboured such baseless negative feelings about the community for so long. Partly in order to clarify my doubts and partly to check if there was anything that we all know as the ‘universal truth’ about hijras, which could be affirmed by the book, I went through everything. Then I reread it once again at slower pace, to see if I had missed anything. However, not only did I Foreword ix find nothing to bolster my previously held misgivings about the community but the feeling gradually grew within me that here was a group of people who had been discriminated against and often viciously oppressed due to no fault of theirs but merely on the basis of baseless rumours and for the sake of vindicating the mistaken notions of the rest of us. We are a species that loves to classify everything into neat categories. Thus, we have a ‘summer’ and a ‘winter’; we evolved through the ‘Bronze’ age and subsequently through the ‘Iron’ and ‘Industrial’ ages, on our way to the ‘Technology and Information’ age. We segregate ourselves into discrete races, religions, nations, languages and regions, often bringing these diverse groups into conflict with one another. However, there is one distinction that is so deeply ingrained into our psyche and so fundamental to our thought process that we are never even consciously aware of it – being a man or woman and the fact that gender is a privilege. Brought up as boys or girls, we position ourselves in society as men or women, assuming those qualities that are thought to be the domain of our respective sex. Thus, men are considered to be assertive, forceful and ambitious while women are supposed to be nurturing, caring and accommodating – the two genders at diametric opposites. Scarcely is any thought given to the existence of a continuum, a gradation of the scale where all qualities blend in various degrees to form a harmonious whole, the way that Mother Nature had intended us to be. A ‘complete’ man or a ‘complete’ woman is a fallacy, since no man x Life Of A Eunuch is devoid of love and caring, just as no woman lacks ambition and drive.