Being a mom, I am supposed to teach a lot of things to my daughter. The basics of life are taught by all the family members but a mom has some additional duties too.
But many times these tiny souls end up teaching us many things. After all, a mother is born when the child enters the world. An ordinary woman becomes an extraordinary mother and gives her best to the child. So the child creates a mother, isn’t it?
I have learnt a few lessons of life from my little munchkin. And this incident is one of the topmost lessons.
My daughter started her Nursery school this June. Since then it was a regular affair to catch a few glimpses of eunuchs at the traffic signals. Sometimes they approached us, and sometimes just skipped.
My 3-year-old was noticing this every day while we travelled to the school in an auto rickshaw. I had no idea about what was her opinion about it. Whenever a eunuch approached us, I always prefer giving some money.
They approached us clapping as it’s a norm to do so. After giving them the money, they always blessed me and my daughter by keeping their hand on our respective heads. It is said their blessings are auspicious and one should never take their curse.
My daughter never got scared of them. In fact, she used to ask me for money as soon as she saw the eunuchs approaching us. She happily gave the money and took the blessings.
Once I had to change my route to the school, due to the roadblock. It was raining heavily so I preferred taking another route than going through a traffic jam.
When my daughter realised that it’s a different route, she started crying. Kept insisting to go by the regular route. I tried convincing her but no use. I didn’t understand her sudden panic. Somehow dropped her to the school and promised to take her home by the regular route only.
While returning home, we took the regular route as promised. She was happy, very very happy. Was searching for someone in that huge traffic jam. And as soon as she saw the eunuchs approaching the vehicles, she shouted joyfully
“Yeah…. The Clapping Aunty is Here”
I was surprised to hear that. As usual, she asked me for the money. Gave it to the eunuch. Took the blessings, and hugged me tightly. She said, “Thank you so much mumma, I missed the clapping aunty in the morning. So I cried no mumma.”
I was speechless. The term “The Clapping Aunty”, remained in my mind forever. I always taught her to respect everyone. Even a beggar deserves respect. But I had never thought of using a respectful name for these people.
We often call them Eunuch, Transgenders, Hijra, Chakka etc. And that may sound unrespectful. A three-year-old child could be a better human being than me. “The Clapping Aunty”, this new name is surely going to give a lot of respect to this community.
When I shared the incident with my husband, he was so so glad for her thinking. He said now we need to learn such things from her. And proud to be her parents.
PS- I am not sure how many of them (the clapping aunties) are genuine. There are cases of fake ones too. I take the basic precautions and surely maintain an adequate distance. Some of them are drunk many times. But all of the above, I have met some genuine clapping aunties who never force or threaten people for money. They ask for it once and don’t ever force.
And now my daughter has given me a different perspective of looking at this community of clapping aunties. A new lesson for a life 🙂
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