Friday, 14 October 2011

Sex, Prostitution and a lie called Love...


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Dilapidated walls of a brothel - Picture Credit:- Anukriti Sharma
Those dark alleys are smeared with foul smelling blood… filled with gaudy lights radiating from huge, flashy billboards that brighten up the night. Carnal desires are fulfilled… Bodies are sold for a few rupees. Millions of women and men are involved in the trade. Sex is cheap; love comes at a great price. Love is a lie, sex is the only truth.

Way to a brothel - G.B.Road, Delhi - Picture Credit: Anukriti Sharma
 G.B. Road Delhi is a place flooded with men in the evening. A brief visit to the place reveals the truth behind those skeletal windows… flashing faces of distorted woman. The smell of rancid body fluids floods the place. Semen and blood mixed with inexpensive perfume wafts through the air… Soiled in mud, used and unused latex can be seen in veiled areas… trying hard to hide in the alley of reality some unknown, unloved faces. Dilapidated walls with naked patchwork of fading paint adorn these brothels… Every window has semi nude women clad in nothing but unabashed melancholy. Brothel, Whore-house – that is what they call this place… The red light district is filled with zombies… emotionless, unthinking, mechanical sex workers confined in a four by six room… the place where all business transactions are held; nights of revelry and days of melancholy fuse into one another day after day without respite; where these women live; where these women die… 
Be Warned - Picture Credit: Anukriti Sharma
HIV, Venereal diseases are commonplace. Every woman attends to at least ten to twenty clients a day… More than 20,000 condoms are used every month. These brothels follow a chain of command. The young girls involved in trade are hardly given money. The senior sex worker or the ‘naayika’ works as the head of a brothel… She holds the reins of five or six younger girls who not only work for her but also bring in money. The money thus earned is distributed among pimps, managers, police, ‘naayika’ and various minor characters. An ailing or infected sex worker is left to fend for herself in her small, dingy, claustrophobic room. She might die out of suffering and ignorance but since she becomes an invalid she is hardly cared for or attended to.
A brothel - Picture Credit: Anukriti Sharma
Most of the women who work in these so called ‘house of ill-repute’ do not enter the trade out of choice. They mostly belong to Andhra Pradesh, West Bengal and Nepal and are sold for money. These girls are lured into the grandeur of big cities and brought to places like Delhi, Calcutta, and Mumbai in the name of getting a job. The girls are deceived by their masters who make them work for two or three months as a house maid or manual worker. They then are sold to a ‘naayika’ for a heavy sum of money. As soon as a girl enters this den of vice, the ‘naayika’ levies a loan on her. If a ‘naayika’ buys a girl for say two lakh rupees, the amount thus paid has to be reimbursed by the girl herself… and that is not the end of her woes, an additional 10% tax is levied on a monthly basis in the name of subsistence. If she tries to run away, her parents and society reject her and treat her like an outcaste. The girl is thus trapped in a barbed labyrinth of troubles wherein she has no choice but to give into the demands of her ‘naayika’. She thus becomes permanently ensnared in the house of prostitution. The women who work in brothels have hardly known love, they have hardly been loved. All they have been through is unbearable pain… Each breath they take is another’s…
A former sex worker who now helps spread awareness about HIV-AIDS, Picture Credit:Anukriti Sharma
As dusk dawns upon Gaston Bastion Road, a bizarre heaviness fills my heart. Memories of people known and unknown flash before my eyes… grotesque pictures soak my heart… I see the people involved in nothing but duplicity, deceit, treachery, betrayal and infidelity… All one wants to do is use another… for gratification and pleasure… But what kind of contentment can one get by hurting another? By doing nothing but inflicting pain?

I feel sore, broken… A sense of profound pain fills my eyes with a cascade of tears. I imagine the world… bereft of love, bereft of emotions. Everywhere around me people hurt each other… Lie… Lie about their emotions, lie about their feelings, and lie about love… Sex has become the only means of satisfying a soul. I do not say that sex is not important, but is it the only truth? Is it the only thing that matters? The concept of soul-mates is but a lie!

Love is slowly losing its innocence… It peeps through darkness like a scared, scarred child… apprehensive and timid… afraid to show its face to the world of experience… afraid to be tarnished by the flawed concepts of the world. Isn’t it time we erase the blemishes that scar the face of love?

People are dying all around… Out of hatred, abhorrence, abomination! Isn’t it time we realized the importance of love? Isn’t it time we held that beautiful sensation close to our spirit and tried feeling its life-breath? Love is a lie we tell to console ourselves... but isn't that lie sweeter than the bitter truths of life?

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58 comments/suggestions:

Amitabh chaudhary said...

a true story of the most known although unknown place of the country capital...great work of awareness anu..m proud of u..

Narayani Karthik said...

such a well written post.....and so heart touching.....really, one needs a strong heart to visit such a place and write about it, thereby creating awareness. Kudos! Keep writing and God bless...!!

bhupendra said...

that's such an ugly , unfortunate truth of society at the same time, assumed as oldest business in society as they say. I wonder what gov is doing in capital region, how come everyone knows about such red light places except police and government from ages. ladies like Sheela aunty , Soniya madam , Kushma Dwraj and Hon Pratibha devi are in hibernation mode.................... come people can never do social service its government's duty...shame on India..

bhupendra said...

btw, I would not have used "S3X" word in my blog post's title.

Vijay Menon said...

Anu I must say that this is a great job you have done. Seriously I mean it. We've all heard about brothers and prostitution centers but none of us have ever thought about the sufferings there and the real story behind all of them.
A really sad plight of all these women, may God give them love!

TheBluntBlogger said...

Hats off to you Anu! The gesture that you actually went and photographed itself shows how deeply you feel about this issue. A very well written post, well, sex sells, some sell for money some sell for fame, but they all sell it for one reason or the other.

#_#
The Blunt Blog

Vijay Menon said...

BTW if you don't mind I have got a suggestion - if only the music wasn't there. It can be a little irritating at times. Again as I said only a suggestion.

Anyways I'm sharing this.

Anukriti Sharma said...

@Amitabh
Very well said bro... And thank you for your encouragement... :)

@Narayani Karthik
Thank you so much for your kind words...means a lot! :)

@Bhupendra
We all are a part of this system and we all are responsible for our nation... What we can do is take small initiatives and steps at local level that can bring about change... I know it may sound improbable and difficult but something has to be done... Prostitution is present in every society and women everywhere are equally tormented... We should do what we can... I used the word 'Sex' in my title because I felt it defined my idea/concept well... :)

Anukriti Sharma said...

@Vijay Menon
Thank you for such encouraging words... Yes the condition of sex workers is indeed sad... Sadly, we can't even empathize with them... And your suggestion is well taken... I have deleted the music... It actually was a bit irritating :) Thanks

@TheBluntBlogger/Chintan
Good to see your comment... And I totally agree with you... Thank you for your appreciation and encouragement... really means a lot :)
Have a nice day!

Anonymous said...

'Tis one of the best ever portrait of reality of the dark side of human we never consider a part of our society. My heartfelt wishes to the writer to conquer more such true stories in her own words. I appreciate that.

Dhakkanz said...

I am amazed at your guts for going at such a place and getting such images. Very well done girl!

Prateek said...

G.B Road is one place on which you just cannot stroll. Or explore, just for fun. Pimps are pretty much like thieves; they forcibly get you inside their building.
Oh boy, a friend of mine lost his Rs 2000 when he unknowingly went there; he's not from Delhi.
Yes, the life of sex worker is dark. Most of the young girls are unwillingly forced into.
A very well written awareness post.

Amrit Rukhaiyaar said...

[clap][clap][clap]...

I am proud of you... we need more "ANUKRITIs"...

you did a bravo stuff.. I feel like being more responsible now.... thanks yaar

samyyyr said...

After a gap period of almost 2 months you have shown your presence here with this article...
And
IT IS AWESOME!

Ravi Sagar said...

It is really brave of you to go there, take the pics and write this post. You have really inspired me. If you can do it then why can't others. Thanks for writing this.

Anukriti Sharma said...

@Anonymous
Your words have truly inspired me... Thank you for such generous compliments... I will try n write more often :)

@Dhakkanz
Thank you... Much appreciated:)

@Prateek
Thank you for that useful insight... Indeed life there is dark...bt that is how life is isn't it?

Anukriti Sharma said...

@Amrit Rukhaiyaar
Thanks to you for being so encouraging! Your comment made my day!

@Samyyyr
Thank u... I will try and write more often :)

@Ravi Sagar
Very inspiring... means a lot!

Aditya Kumar Tiwari said...

Anu, nice blog...but a sincere question have u visited the place?

Anukriti Sharma said...

@Aditya Kumar Tiwari
Thank you... Yes I did visit the place... My friend was going there as part of a trip organized by her department, Delhi University. We went there through an NGO. The reality was too painful, too harsh...

Anonymous said...

I can feel the writer's pain after reading this blog As i have been to these places and have seen these miseries many times.I accept this fact that women at these places are not out of their choices but out of their compulsions.some were betrayed by their families,some by their lovers and some by their masters.Even they are in so much of betrayal,we the CIVIL SOCIETY is not ready to accept them and betray them once again by not giving them opportunity to stand of their own.There are few points that every intellectual should consider,one why they are here,what are the reasons behind of their stay in this profession?why can't they come out of this profession?and if they come out,would our society is ready to accept them and what profession govtt.and society is going to provide these workers for their living?There are many organisations who are working for these direction but the most important part is that we the civil society who uses them for our pleasure should also ready to accept them.Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Its Hell on earth and present society MUST do everything it can to stop earth being a Hell.Who knows who all are going there after earth vacation gets over and it is so boring to lend up in another Hell.

A post well written :)

Anonymous said...

I'm Stunned at your choice of words-delicate almost poetic-and the pictures you have used-crude, unedited mugshots ; as if bringing forth the contrasts these labyrinths of paid joys and earned agonies embody.

In fact it was during looking for an english translation of Sahir 'Ludhiyanvi' 's nazm Chakle [Brothels] that i came across this blog. Serendipitous! Keep up the good work you are doing lady !
P.S.: Do read Sahir. He might speak to you.

SUB said...

a touching read...u hav been there taking those snaps? Wow! great work...
probably both love and hate are lies...i would rather choose the sweet one...

Cheers!
SUB
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Nupur Vashishta said...

Sex is cheap; love comes at a great price. Love is a lie, sex is the only truth... hmm. Never thought before.

Divenita said...

It is written very well. I wish to know how you managed to get to those places and click the pictures.
And, you have written the post very well.

kanika birla said...

Anu m realy proud of u..it is realy heart rendering to see the plight of women there..neway keep it up..

Enchanta said...

Heart-wrenching, I say. Prostitution and its many facets have always left me depressed.
Depressed to know about the existence of such cheapsters who devour this carnal pleasure for nothing but physical hunger and depressed to know about the plight of these women who lose their womanhood gracelessly unlike a woman.
And it is furthermore depressing to know that this trade has to go on and that there cannot be an end to it.

Jidhu Jose said...

great post with a great article.
i think in every place the same thing happening.

Amar Ashok Jajoo said...

I could feel the shivers while reading this amazing piece you've written! The reasearch, the dialect and the way it has been told..and needless to say that powerful message in the end is something which makes this post one of the best written I've read in the recent times! Kudos to you for coming up with this and I just hope this post of yours creates the thing for which it was intended! :)

Great work Anukriti..:)

debojit dutta said...

Great work. Laudable. But my curious soul wants to know more about your experience there. Were you allowed to click freely?

Upasana said...

Wow! Its a beautifully written post.The snaps and the details make it a very well researched one too.

Its am first time here.And i cm very impressed!

My world,my thoughts,my musings...

Kushal Ashok said...

An awesome portrayal of ugly truth.

I have heard of this place many times and even came across some fellows boasting about their visits.
I think they should rather pity themselves!

The kind of lives these women are forced to live is just woeful.

Thanks for writing this post, coz maybe it can effect some people who are blinded by lust and loot.

P.S.: As for love, I don't think it's always a lie. But I guess you used this phrase to fortify the message.

confused soul said...

Hey ANy...you've actually ventured into a darker side, which no one really thinks of, or if they do, don't talk about... You actually clicked those photo's? I mean you didn't face any problems??

By writing on this subject, you've actually created awareness.. Great job.. And it's the first time I've been here and I know I'm following you... You're brilliant and this was amazing :)

Saurabh said...

Ummm. Who was Gaston Bastion, d'you know? Can't find a reference to this person.

DIVGUN SINGH SETHI said...

loved your blog
the best blog!!!!!!!!!!
take care

Siddhartha Joshi said...

Quite a post Anukriti...its frank and so hits hard!

The Solitary Writer said...

Yes. i have wandered around that place for some research activity and i could connect to what you have written in this article. It is really disgraceful to see the helpless women who are betrayed and traded by green faced fiends.It is really pathetic that such things happen and I'm quite sure that pleasure seekers do exists who derive pleasure by visit such brothels.It is undoubtedly India's largest brothels and its sad. Thank you for writing this Anukriti!

Nitin Jain said...

amazing commitment to a cause. Its one thing to imagine and write about a cause and totally different thing to be there and share first hand experiences.

Raksha said...

Very touching blog post. Thanks, but this is the truth we all should know. Great work.
Visiting you for the first time.

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Anukriti Sharma said...

@Raksha...
Thank you for visiting me... i am glad to know that you liked my post. Your blog is yummylicious! :)

@Nitin Jain
Thank you for such an encouraging and motivating comment... :)

@Siddharth Joshi
I am glad you like it... People like you motivate me to write more n more :) Thanks

Anukriti Sharma said...

@The Solitary Writer
it is indeed a pleasure to have you on my blog... :) Thank you for visiting. I second your thoughts... Something really needs to be done...We really need a wake up call

@Divgun Singh Sethi
Thank you dear for liking and appreciating... Really means a lot :)

@Saurabh
Even i tried finding that out but couldn't trace a clue. Gaston Bastion Road is now known as Swami Shraddhanand Marg... I will try and find out and let you know

induchhibber said...

Ah,well,i really don"t know what to say.I once passed by GB Road in a car but i couldn't have done it on foot.Hats off to you!
You really know how to touch the chords.I think in that place you WILL find love; but only between the unfortunate mothers & their kids.This,however ,is not likely to be on display.
Your post was certainly very thought provoking.

The madrasi said...

a very bold,,,informative post..great work...
not only the country capital,, Mumbai is also used to this terror..its a pity that this network can be never destroyed...nothing can be abolished

Abhyudaya Shrivastava said...

Anukriti, mam, you have a new fan! The photographs along with the words you've written paint the picture clearer than anything.

Pranav Shandilya said...

Well said.. M your new fan! This article deserves all the applauses. And the photography is fab too ^^ . *pat on your back*

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Ekta said...

Prostitution in some form or the other has been around since decades. It is there in many historical verdicts.The sad part is that while everything is changing with time, this only changes it's form and is far from being cured.

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Saint Maverick said...

Strong content, for a moment really makes you wanna stare into your soul & figure out what your made off!

Pranav Shandilya said...

Prostitution has been the oldest profession. You're way of expressing things are uniquely unique anukriti. And did you actually go down the brothel steps to take a pic? Pretty brave on your part. Bookmarked your blog. You've found yourself a new fan! ^^

RINZU RAJAN said...

A very honest post and kudos to you for the pictures.! A real honest take at reality.!

Kappu said...

Thats a thoughtful post on then human trafficking and a literal bonded labor.


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jaish_vats said...

Hi Anu
I got lead to this post from Blogadda and I feel angry after reading this...Really angry and frustrated with society....Why should innocent girls suffer in such filth for absolutely no fault of theirs except not having been aware of the cruelties on earth! Such a heart touching post! Kudos!

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Surbhi Bafna said...

Sex is the truth veiled in the sensuous love-wrap.
I felt through your words how much sunk is our society in this nasty job. Is carnal desire the only crave men exist for?? Ashamed of such forged brethren. :(

Abhishek Talreja said...

sad but true....

DeenMani J said...

Helping to understand the bad breath of our respected society and way to earn money by dirty way.

Thank you to serve revealed truth.