The Women Rag Pickers of Mumbai

As the term chew the fat-picker sounds very low so does their job. My believe includes several visits to the Govandi Dumping Ground, Mumbai, interviewing the women rag week-pickers consorting there, visiting their slums, meeting with the friendly workers of pass Mukti Sangathan, studying the problems faced by these women and in addition keeping a brood of their progress. I used personal interviewing of women rag pickers, their boss (the person to whom they interchange their collected rags), the social workers, who had devoted their entire time working for them and several(prenominal) printed facts, as my research and analytical methodology.I interviewed 20 women rag pickers, from a diverse age group and varied religions. The following are the briny outcomes of my study. Starting with the history of the plights of the women rag pickers, these women came to Mumbai due to droughts in their villages or they were get married to men residing in Mumbai. What started of as additio nal income for the family neverthelesstually became the only character reference of income because 90 % of men stopped working or got into alcohol phthisis or left their wives for other younger women.Their daylight started from as premature as 5 am in the morning and went on until it was evening. Their eat and lunch were light, comprising of tea and bread or roti and onion, so as to enable them to work efficiently through out the day without feeling sleepy. baby girls, aged 10 to 15 and older women aged 50 to 65, pull in less in comparison to the younger women, due to their higher readiness levels to work for longer hours. They realise on daily basis and the funds depended on the weight of the rag collected by them.So the day they fell ill or couldnt collect a profound amount of scrap meant a day without food. Even their bosses exploited them to the core, by paying them very nominal prices for the scraps that they collected, their bosses in turn earned much more by sellin g it to companies who recycled these scraps. The government never compete any role in their lives. The slum where they resided was rite next to the put away yard, making it almost impossible for me to breath due to the abundance of wing and stinky smell.Even though majority of the citys turn fanny was dumped here, no precautionary measures were taken by the govt. to ensure that people residing salutary by were safe. A lot of rag pickers and their family members were hurt due to the abrupt blast that happened when two poisonous particles came into contact with each other. The waste was sightly dumped as it was they were not bifurcated on the terms of harmful and unharmful particles. just about 15 people had lost their lives over the years, due to this ignorance of the Govt.Even the midpoint men who employed these rag pickers didnt care for their safety. I was affright to see them collect waste with bare hands and with uncovered mouth. heavily wounded hands, lack of afford able medical facility, unhygienic environment, acute back problems, where just the physiologic pains they suffered. The mental pressure to progress, the tension of repaying the loans that they took from their bosses on high interest at the times of diseases or marriage, the feeling of universe helpless and vulnerable all the time were more killing than the physical pains they suffered.The worse part that I discovered during my study was that, even their children remained uneducated and joined their mothers to support their families. Their lives were surrounded by such puritanic shadows that even a ray of give way future seemed unimaginable. It was in these pitch-black times that Stree Mukti Sangathan came to their rescue. They formed a group of women rag pickers and helped them open a bank account, convincing them to save a small amount of their boodle every month to avoid taking high interest loans at difficult times.By organizing them into a group, the Sangathan saw to it th at these women were no longer exploited and worked under much safer conditions. The social workers opened primary schools for the children of the rag pickers and also provided them with proper medical facilities at affordable rates. The rag pickers finally marched towards their liberty from the vicious dominance of its exploiters.Once the Sangathan had a decent number of rag picker women members, it then trained them and their children to paint, make hand bags, stitch plan kurtis, crafting, wall hangings, etc. he ones with higher potential to let on and hold were taught to produce bio gas from waste materials and they now work at work stations where machines are operated on bio-gas. After investing 2 decades for the upliftment of these women rag pickers, Sangathans effort finally showed drastically positive result in the form of some of women rag pickers now working as social workers in the Sangathan and helping the other women rag pickers to earn a better living, some have acq uired professional education and now work as nurses, teachers, etc.Although the situation hasnt changed for all the women rag pickers in Mumbai and pic and sufferings still prevails in their lives it was quiet a relief to learn that a number of women rag pickers whom I interviewed were now proud mothers of engineer sons, have houses and were spending a decent living. The once very vulnerable and occult group of my society now has a solid foundation.They conduct yearly exhibitions of their hand made products all over India. It wasnt surprising to learn that the women behind this Sangathan and social revolution of these rag pickers, Ms. Jyoti Mhapsekar was the first Indian Women who win an award at the Clinton Global Initiatives for her committed work towards women and environment. This project was chosen as the best project of that year in my college.