It is a very poignant story that elucidates about the struggle of a helpless woman who succumbed to battling poverty in a metropolitan city of India.
She shifted to Bangalore from a village situated on the bank of river Cauvery after having been married to Mohan. Since childhood she was struggling with poverty but getting married couldn’t help her find destiny. Her husband abandoned her facing frequent squabble with her owing to family burden and his drinking habit. In utter desperation, she had to take a resort to do house-hold works in other’s houses. But the burden of monthly room-rent couldn’t add oxygen to her daily life tempo. She was not able to save money with which she could take care of herself even while in pregnancy as well as put her children in a school.
Her dedication towards her land-lord lady earned reward but that didn’t last till her pregnancy was over. In her worst condition, she got succor from a generous and kind childhood friend of her husband but that too couldn’t prevent her from taking a resort in a public park with her four children and a fifth one carrying in her womb. There she took the help of a mad-woman given keeping fiendish eyes away.
Hopeful waiting for her estranged husband couldn’t turn into a fruitful waiting which led her to be a bread-winner of her family. The load of the burning fire of her home-oven couldn’t restrict her from doing house-hold works in other’s houses even during her pregnancy. The incessant working in that stage for making a living made her weaker and weaker.
Disheartened Pushpvathi wanted to be stoic with every problem but it couldn’t happen. She wanted to take every problem with a smile but she became ashamed of on her smile. She had to take the pain and step out for survival.
Despite being in the last phage of pregnancy, the crisis of drinking water compelled feeble Pushpvathi to make a move out of her dwelling carrying a child in her lap which led to bleeding profusely. She collapsed on the way while moving from one corner of the park to another for collecting drinking water. But this collapsing in a bustling city like Bangalore couldn’t bother anyone to rush her hospital in time. That movement was her last movement which restricted her forever……
I am a voracious reader of literature books and editorials and interested in doing work for the uplift of society. When I went through the news about Pushpvathi in a local newspaper, it hurt me a lot. After reading the full news my eyes became wet. ‘How sensible life was! It was difficult to even imagine’ I surprised pondering over the fact that such incidents also happen well within our reach. They are overlooked in our society in front of all of us. But who is responsible for their misery? They, themselves, or our society. How their condition can be improved? So I decided to write this tragic story viewing this may be useful to highlight their pains and sufferings. So they would be able to walk along with us holding their head high.
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I, Amit Kumar, did BE in Electronics & Communication Engg. from BCE Bhagalpur, Bihar. Till my schooling, I stayed at my birth-place- a tiny village called Fatehpur Bhagwan that is situated on the bank of river Noon (salt). After completing my schooling I shifted to my district head-quarter Muzaffarpur, which is famous for a tiny fruit called Litchi, for studying intermediate in science.
I am currently working as a Manager (Quality) in Hindustan Aeronautics Limited, Nasik. It is the largest defense public sector undertaking. The year I joined this company it was conferred
“Navratna status.” It manufactures helicopters and fighters planes which are back-bone of Indian Air-force and Military.