When women come cheaper than cattle
The skewed sex ratio in Haryana, Punjab and western Uttar Pradesh has led to a flourishing trade in women from Assam, West Bengal, Jharkhand and Odisha, who are often bought for as little as Rs 5000.
Two sisters worth Rs 12,000
Lakshmi was 12 years old when she woke up one day in Haryana. She recalls that the floods had wreaked havoc in Assam, when a man approached her father and asked him to send both his daughters to Delhi for a better future. He showed them a picture of the prospective groom. “He gave my father Rs 12,000 for me and my sister,” says the 26-year-old who now lives in Gadhola village.
Lakshmi was brought to Haryana’s Mewat district and handed over to a man in his late fifties. He was the uncle of the boy whose picture had been shown to Lakshmi’s father. No marriage was not performed and she had to live with the man. When she objected, she was repeatedly beaten by the broker.
After a year and numerous pleas, the middlemen took her back to Assam where she narrated her woes to her father. “But the only way my father could get me back was by returning the Rs 6,000 he had been paid for me. He didn’t have it,” she said. The broker also threatened to malign her reputation and make it difficult for her to live in Assam.
Once again, the broker showed Lakshmi’s father a photograph of a man and assured him that, this time, she would certainly be married. Once again, money changed hands. “I saw the broker taking Rs 10,000 from Amit,” she says, referring to her husband.
Amit is a truck driver who lives outside Mewat for most of the year. Lakshmi does odd jobs at nearby farms. She says that when he is home, Amit abuses her sexually and physically. He has taken away her mobile phone. “When I resist, he says he can kick me out anytime and sell me for Rs 5,000. This is the worth of a paro. Even a buffalo costs more.”
Meet Ghausia Khan, a torch bearer for Mewat's paros
With her dark complexion and rounded features, Ghausia Khan (58) stands out from the crowd at the Mewat district court. Dressed in a blue salwar kameez, a dupatta covering her head, and her feet are in worn-out slippers, her wrinkled face and her slow walk makes Ghausia look older than her age. A member of the district legal aid authority, she consoles a woman sitting across her desk.
“We will teach them a lesson. Do not give up. If you keep quiet, they will get encouraged,” Khan tells the newly-wed. Pointing to the henna on the woman’s hands, Khan says, “She got married a week ago. Her in-laws have thrown her out because her father could only give five tractors in dowry instead of seven.”
Khan helps women in distress to find lawyers and provides them with legal information and at times, monetary assistance. But more than any of these, it is her moral support, she says, which enables victims to overcome the trauma. She has intervened in the cases of local women as well as paros trapped in involuntary marriages.
At one level, Khan is fighting a battle to get rid of her past. At 14, she herself was brought from Hyderabad, around 1,000 miles from Haryana. Eventually, she married Rusdaar Khan who grazed cattle. Ghausia gave birth to their first child at 17.
As money was hard to come by, she took up odd jobs at a carpet workshop and then a biscuit-making factory before joining Empower People, an organisation that works with bride trafficking survivors.
“Initially, I used to get nervous as my work involves interfering in family affairs and regular interaction with policemen and lawyers. But that is all past. Now, I am no less than a police woman,” Ghausia says. “I can relate to their woes as I share their past.”
She wants to develop a network of survivors whom she can train to take up new cases. Once that is achieved, she says, she would move on to play a bigger, political role. “I wish to contest the upcoming assembly election as an independent candidate. As a legislator, I will be able to work for these women in a more meaningful way,” she says, adding that none of the existing political parties will give her a ticket as she is a Paro, and is therefore considered an outsider.
At home, in her semi-plastered single floor structure in Mewat’s Ferozepur Namak village, it is hard to find Ghausia, the activist. Her 13 grandchildren surround her as she enters the house and her husband expresses his irritation that she has returned late in the evening.
Her youngest son, Wasim (20), a motor mechanic, does not know the details of Ghausia’s job. “She goes to some office, is all I am aware of,” he says. Shamim, her eldest, a teacher at a primary school in a nearby village, is well versed with Ghausia’s job profile and says that when she started, he used to accompany her.
Shamim realises that, in a rural milieu, village elders, do not like women venturing out for such jobs. “They ask me all the time why she doesn’t stay home. We know what she does but it is not easy to convince people outside about it,” he says.
About his mother’s desire to enter politics, he says, “To contest elections is our right. She can be in the fray. But to contest in order to win is a different game altogether. It needs muscle power and money. We lack both.”
A Paro is never at par with a native wife
It is not difficult to locate Khalil Ahmed’s house in Mewat’s Malab village. “The man who has a wife and a paro?” we enquire. A group of children guides us to a courtyard, where Khalil, a landlord in his late 40s, is discussing politics over a hookah with fellow villagers. A worker with the Indian National Lok Dal, a regional political party, he takes us to his spacious mansion where we discuss the region’s culture of paros in the presence of his first wife and his children from both women, numbering 10.
Khalil’s first wife is a native of Mewat. The second one, whom he refers to as ‘Kalkatta waali’ is from West Bengal. Khalil says he married for the second time, five years after his first marriage, because he fell out with his first wife. “She went to her parents’ place and did not return for three years,” he says. During that phase, Khalil visited an acquaintance in Kolkata who arranged a bride for him. He does not disclose the money involved. Since then, he has been living with both women. “Koi tension nahin hai (there is no tension), he says.
He insists his wives are equal but while his first wife lives in a spacious house that measures about 300 yards, the second one has to make do with a home one-third that size and has control of only one-fourth of her husband’s five acres. Unlike the first wife, the paro spends most of her day out working in the fields. “This is more than enough for a woman from outside,” says the patriarch.
Khalil is now finding it difficult to get wives for two of his sons from his second marriage because they don’t resemble the native Meos of Mewat. “Some people here say that it will change their breed. They are right in a way.” he says, claiming that there are at least 200 paros in his village. “While some, like my wife, are married, others have been brought here only for fun,” he says, insisting that he had a “genuine reason” for his actions.
“How do we know what was your objective at that point of time?” his son Guhar comments, dismissing his claim. It’s a moment straight out of a family melodrama. Khalil asks him to leave and then proceeds to share stories of other such women in his neighbourhood. He points us to a dhabha on the Delhi-Alwar highway. The owner, he says, has a wife from Mewat and two paros from Gujarat.