An angel landed in the arms of the beautiful earth on a hot summer afternoon. Delighted parents rushed to hold the little baby and to have a glimpse of the gender. Male or female? A bewildered atmosphere shattered around. Everyone wondered.
Hello People! I was that angel for the entire family for an hour, I guess. When I was 10, my mom explained me the happy scenarios until they came to realise that I was a transgender. Mom, Dad, Siblings? It just turned like a word heard more often but I never had an opportunity to feel affectionate. “We won’t be able to face the society because of you. Leave the home.” My mom screamed when they felt I was mature enough to deal with myself. Perhaps I was 11. Part of life, isn’t it? Happens, it just happens.
How do you feel when you are left to struggle at the age of 11 or may be 12 to live a truly independent life without a penny in your pocket? I didn’t even know how to react. It was a struggle to live with restricted excess to education, health services and public places. A good struggle. I believed that they will teach you something at the end? They will, right? Won’t they? OH! I learnt to love myself the most. I learnt accepting myself. You know, self-obsessed. Yes. Being Self-obsessed was the only option.
Public places turned out to be a place of harassment. Kids, men, women, granddad, grandmom all laughed at us. There was no age transparency. Everyone. Everyone mocked. Culture? You know culture, kids learnt it from the society. Society. It is just a single word with a power to break everything apart. I hated this word since I was 11.
Shunned by family and society, I moved along the red traffic signals on the roadside. RED made me happy. At least I could smile at people and give them my blessings. I made friends. My buddies of transgender people. Gradually, it turned out to be my living. A small hut I owned in the outskirts of the city, showering me with the fresh wind and away from the criticisms of the society, of the world as a whole.
A small note I write it to the society as a whole.
Dear society, Dear people around,
Just tell me one thing, was it my mistake that I was born this way? I didn’t compel god to make me as I am today. We too have a right to live a sustained life. Don’t we? Don’t look at us with disgust. We aren’t beggars. We are a part of humankind. It’s okay to be emotional right? Every night I have tears in the corner of my eyes. Sometimes I shed those tears. Just to make myself comfortable. To the people around, Let me tell you, we are a blessing. We are happy the way we are. We don’t want much from you guys. Sincere respect would be enough.
The Hijras (Transgenders)