TOO HIGH A PRICE FOR TUITION FEES
BY DEEPANKAR GANGULY
Calcutta, Aug.21
She studies by day and earns her living by night.
But 18-year-old Nayana Sen (not her real name) cannot tell her friends
in junior college, where she is studying to clear her Higher Secondary
exams, what she does after classes get over.
Every evening, Nayana rushes off from college to room 409 at Sonagachhi.
Here, she entertains five customers till midnight, before sitting down
to study.
A torrid twist of fate has landed Nayana in the labyrinthine lanes and
bylanes of Sonagachhi, the city’s most populous red-light area.
Her father, a police officer with Golabari thana, died in 1990. Elder
brother Sunil left for the lure of the greenbacks and never looked back.
Nayana and her mother could barely make both ends meet with her deceased
father’s meagre pension. Then, her mother was afflicted with leukaemia.
“We fought the curse with all we had for six long years,” recalls
Nayana, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mother lost the protracted
battle with blood cancer and she her last remaining hope, last
September. The pension stopped with the death of Nayana’s mother.
Then, a distant relative, who was also a neighbour, dangled a lifeline
in front of the hapless teenager.
Before she could realise what was happening, a dazed Nayana landed up at
the doorstep of Sandhya, the madam of one of the innumerable brothels
that dot Sonagachhi.
Confronted by the brutal fact that she would have to “sell her body to
survive”, Nayana fled Sonagachhi, only to return a week later,
reconciled to the fact that if she had to sustain her studies, and pave
the path to a future, she would have to earn her tuition fees.
Initially, Nayana became one of Benarasi’s girls. She made Rs 90 from
her first customer, the rest going to the madam as “cut money”.
Today, Nayana entertains five customers, for Rs 110 each, every day from
4 pm till midnight.
“I can barely have a bath after rushing back from college, when the
first visitor knocks on the door,” says Nayana.
“None of my friends in college knows. How can I tell them this is what I
do for a living? How will they understand? Their tuition fees are
provided by their parents. My case is so different,” she sobs.
But even in Nayana’s dark existence, she now finds a ray of hope.
Unlike those before him, her present landlord, Narayanda, allows her to
study.
Once the last visitor leaves Room 409, Nayana gets back to her books and
her dreams of breaking free, “some day soon”.
“I have already saved Rs 15,000 in the last eight months and if things
go all right, I hope to get out of this hell-hole in a year’s time,” she
smiles.
Will Nayana fulfil her dream of starting her own business in a year,
shutting the doors on a sordid past and moving towards a better
tomorrow?
One can never be sure. But she surely won’t give up without a fight.