Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Exclusive Darkness at noon

Dependants of jawans killed by Maoists struggle to stay afloat. A report from Orissa by B&E’s Dhrutikam Mohanty

Two years of anguish have gone by since Mase Madkami’s husband, an SGO jawan, lost his life in a landmine blast triggered by Maoists. But life hasn’t returned to normal for the 25-year-old woman. She lives in the southern Orissa village of Udupa, 25 kms. from the Malkangari district headquarters. Her hut, located in a distant corner of this tribal hamlet, has four rooms. Her husband, Ganga Madkami, was the family’s sole breadwinner. Today, the responsibility of their eight-year-old son and Ganga’s ageing parents is on Mase’s frail shoulders.

We reach her house at dusk. Her son, Sunadhar, is studying in the front room. Mase is busy cleaning a lantern. Udupa does not have electricity. In a while, the lantern will be the only source of light in this benighted home. “I never imagined I’d ever have to see such dark days,” Mase begins to narrate her tale of woes. “Five days after the incident, the chief minister handed out cheques to the families of the martyrs. He also promised each affected family a job, a plot of land and other government benefits. He had tears in his eyes. We had reason to believe that we’d be taken care of by the government.”

But Mase’s hopes were dashed. “For six months I ran from one office to another to get my dues. I finally received Rs. 4 lakh as compensation and Rs. 10 lakh for his life insurance. But I am still waiting for the promised job and land,” she says.

Her problems have increased manifold with the passage of time. She has to travel to Bhubaneswar every month to collect the family pension. Being a single lady, she is usually accompanied by somebody from the village, which entails additional expenses. At times she has to travel to the state capital more than once for the same purpose. Sometimes the officers concerned are not available. At other times, the processing of her payment is deferred. “We are illiterate poor villagers and don’t know much about government procedures. But running around like this for what was promised to me is actually hurting me more than my husband’s death,” says Mase, tears welling up in her eyes.

Given the constant drain on her limited resources, she is worried whether her son would be able to complete his education. She says, “Including my old father, I have four dependants. Tell me, how will I manage to continue paying for my son’s education?” Despite a government announcement of financial assistance for the education of the children of martyrs, Mase hasn’t received any payment. Sunadhar, on his part, wants to follow in the footsteps of his late father and join the police force. But will a heartless bureaucracy, which operates from the comfort and security of air-conditioned offices, allow this hapless boy to fulfill his dream? The story of 23-year-old Manini Devta is much the same. She had married SGO jawan, Kanhu Charan Devta in 2006. A year later, she gave birth to a baby boy. The family was a picture of happiness. But a landmine blast on July 16, 2008, at MV126 village changed everything. Kanhu died aged 26, leaving behind his young wife, one-year-old son and his old parents. Her entire life still ahead of her, Manini is struggling to survive. She stays with her in-laws in a small dwelling unit in Malkangiri’s police colony. Kanhu’s old parents have been mental wrecks ever since they saw the lifeless body of their son. Manini tells B&E, “I don’t know what to do now. Though we have received an amount as compensation, we are yet to get a piece of land or a job as promised by the government. Whatever we receive as pension is exhausted in running to different offices in the state capital. It is becoming increasingly tough for me to handle the day-to-day household expenses.”

Manini is a graduate and she expects to get a job under the government’s rehabilitation scheme. However, it has been two years now and her application, and her hope, are lost somewhere under heaps of files dumped on the desks of the babus. This system reeks of apathy at every level. It is a system that leaves a martyr’s widow at the mercy of callous government officials. Doesn’t the family of a brave young man who died fighting those that are waging war on the state deserve better?

The situation is no better for lady constable Pratima Rout, a survivor of the Nayagarh massacre masterminded by Maoists. She has been subjected to ill-treatmen, cheating and mental torture by her own department.

Pratima, who lives in a one-room rented house in Khandapada Road in Nayagarh, is only too willing to pour her heart out. Having been treated most shabbily by the police force that she belongs to, she is seeking justice, but nobody has the time or the inclination to give her a hearing. On that dark night two years ago, Pratima was in charge of the magazines house when 300 to 400 Maoists barged into Nayagarh police station firing indiscriminately. She was shot four times before she fell unconscious. She was hospitalised in a critical condition.

Hear her story. “My condition was so bad that the doctors had given up hope. I had lost a lot of blood. While those that had sustained minor wounds were discharged after treatment, I was retained as a vein in my leg was torn. I continued to lose blood. After nearly a month and 18 days, the department informed me that I won’t get any more financial assistance and that I would have pay my medical expenses. I was really taken aback. I was at my wit’s end. I had no idea how I would arrange the money.”

Though her brother went to meet the Cuttack Superintendent of Police and he assured the family that he would intervene on Pratima’s behalf, nothing happened. Pratima and her brother took loans and used up their savings. They then went back to the department seeking help as she had to undergo four different surgeries. When Pratima met the district superintendent of police, he suggested that she should apply for a loan from the Police Welfare Fund (PWF). She applied for Rs. 20,000. The money was released promptly. But Pratima soon realised that she had been lured into another trap.

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