Whenever we say the word Prostitute, a bad image gives a strike at our brains. Some consider it as a slang, some don’t even wish to bring the word at their lips. However I will be bringing the word to you today and would even write few lines on it. What I consider is that they aren’t evil, but the dirt is on your minds that some name it by Randy, some term it as whore, some term it as a strumpet, and some term it as fille de joie. But my question is that who are we to assume them by these slang? Did we ever tried to peep into as to why they are into this profession? Most of them are the wife, daughter or sister of someone. Do they feel privileged being stripped naked in front of a client and bear through the pain for the next 45-50 minutes? Just try to put yourself in a situation where you have to stay in bed for 5-6 clients a day. Probably you have done sex at most 5 times a week with your wife, but they have to undergo that intense pain for more than 30 times in a week. Then you call them slut, but do you deserve to call them by that code name? Probably you were the customer last week who nearly raped her, and while she was having a sex with you, her soul was weeping because of her poverty and misery which led her to this situation. I was roaming around through the roads of the biggest red light area in Asia, and to my surprise most of them were among the poor masses who did the job for earning a bread and butter for their dependents. Moving further I stopped to Veena (name changed) and asked her did she not tried to get away from this life. Her voice shrugged initially, she took a deep breath and replied very calmly, Babuji aap aaj kuch alag puche humse (Bro you asked something different from me today). She further narrated as, None of the client asked me about my background. They just asked me the rate and time. At once, I was startled as to what to say to her, was she some antique piece that one is having an inquiry for the rates, or is she a moving clock or say time-machine, that the 45 minutes would be a breathtaking experience with her. She hesitatingly asked me whether I wanted to have sex with her? I took a 2000 rupee note and handed it to her saying sister, can I have some chit chats with you, I don’t need anything else. Suddenly a smile came on her face, and wonder what I felt like I have seen a newborn baby. She started explaining that how poverty went further to bring her to this destiny, but she was happy. They were having a family there. They celebrated Diwali together, they kept fast for Roza together. At the end of every month, a part of the money was kept for her daily needs and another part was sent to her family. She further kept on explaining that she cannot leave this world. The outside world won’t accept her. Who would love to take care of a whore, isn’t it guys? So she cannot get away from her world, her mysterious world where fairy tales don’t occur, what occurs are the endless pain where they die everyday sleeping with different people, and you term it as they are changing taste? Really my deep condemn on you people. You are polished, you stay in a big house, you own an Audi but still whenever the word prostitute comes, you all start giggling, laughing, making some not so funny faces, but just a question, are these all things needed? Yes, they are prostitutes, they sleep with different people every 3-4 hours, so what? They aren’t begging you for money, they are doing this because they couldn’t afford an education once, because their father died, because they were given sleeping pills and thrown into this profession in lieu of some money, because they were raped by their uncles and even fathers, because they were having endless reasons to stay in this profession. So none, I say none, including me, has the right to throw a slang against them. If something can be given then that is some love that you can throw. I am not saying to marry someone straight away, I know it’s the most difficult path one might chose, but you can go there and give some money, food, clothes to them. A donation might cause you some bucks which you might have wasted at Pizza Hut, but the noble cause will surely throw you so many good wishes that you haven’t even experienced in your life. At last always a closing note unlike my other posts, but this note is not a dreadful warning or a throw away, it’s just something which can make you special and different from the 120 crores. Else who knows when the door of death is opened for one, probably no one might know you even.
Do something good to someone, it doesn’t fetches you anything in kind but it surely gives you something in person.