“Maybe I couldn’t make it. Maybe I don’t have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky arse, a sexy voice. Maybe I don’t know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I’m sick of the masquerade. I’m sick of pretending eternal youth. I’m sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I’m sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I’m sick of weighting my head with a dead man, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I’m sick of the Powder Room. I’m sick of pretending that some fatuous male’s self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I’m sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I’m sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate.”― Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch
But the eunuchs of Trilokpuri have done something that Germaine Greer would be positively proud of. They have written a new chapter in the history of Bravery. Fifteen eunuchs saved the locality from the orgy of violence.
In the dictionary, there are several synonyms of ‘Brave Heart’ like Courageous, intrepid, heroic, lionhearted, daring, daredevil, adventurous, determined, gusty, spunky, indomitable, bold and fearless etc. However, to me, all these fail to describe the great feat run by the eunuchs of Tirolkpuri.
Who could have believed that a bunch of underdogs, underprivileged, mocked, pilloried and ostracized third genders had shown the audacity to stood up against and STOP a mob of armed hooligans, brandishing swords, sticks and bricks at the entrance of Block 35 of Tirlokpuri when they tried to assault the locality. The group of brave manly eunuchs threatened to take off their clothes if the mobsters didn’t turn back. The threat broke down the madness and the offenders and they decided to back off.
These unlucky members of the segment of humanity that survive on alms had something to give back to our privileged civilized society. After they pushed back the aggression, they took up the brooms and distributed to both Hindus and Muslims. And then, it was a sanitation drive best of glory in worst of the moments. They asked the public to clean the streets littered with stones and glass shards. The area looked far better in the leadership of eunuchs. The leader of the group is known as ‘Laila’ and she has been living here for 38 years.
The gist of the story is – everyone in the society has something to share. Everyone has some merits. Learn and recognize the milk of human kindness. Give respect and take respect.
The report is narrated by the many in the neighbourhood of Tirlokpuri
By: Naim Naqvi