In India, a Maid Becomes an Unlikely Literary Star

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NEW DELHI (Aug. 1, 2006): Abandoned by her mother at 4, married off at

12 to an abusive husband, a mother herself at 13 — there is little in

Baby Halder's traumatic childhood to suggest that she would become an

emerging star on India's literary horizon.

 

A single parent at 25, struggling to feed her three children by

working as a maid for a series of exploitative employers, Ms. Halder

had no time to devote to reading or to contemplating the harsh reality

of her existence until she started work in the home of a sympathetic

retired academic, who caught her browsing through his books when she

was meant to be dusting the shelves. He discovered a latent interest

in literature, gave her a notebook and pen, and encouraged her to

start writing. "A Life Less Ordinary," this season's publishing

sensation in India, is the result of her nighttime writing sessions,

squeezed in after her housework duties were finished, when she poured

raw memories of her early life into the lined exercise books.

 

Prabodh Kumar, the retired anthropology professor who discovered her,

was impressed with what he read and encouraged her to continue. After

several months, he sat down with her and helped edit her text into

book form. Written in Bengali and translated into several other Indian

languages and English this year, Ms. Halder's autobiography has become

a best seller.

 

In a sense, this is an Indian "Angela's Ashes": Ms. Halder echoes

Frank McCourt's Pulitzer Prize-winning account of his miserable

boyhood in Ireland with her story of a bleak upbringing in

northeastern India in the 1970's. Ms. Halder's style will never win

her literary prizes; even with Mr. Kumar's editing, the narrative is

rough, and the horde of characters who flit in and out can be

confusing. Nevertheless, her book provides a moving depiction of life

for millions of impoverished Indian women, and of aspects of Indian

society not usually the focus of novelists' attention.

 

Ms. Halder recounts her life story in plain language, without a trace

of self-pity. She starts out with a snapshot of how her mother —

exhausted by her husband's extended absences and his failure to

provide for the family — goes out to the market and never returns. She

relates, unsentimentally, how her father beat her for telling a school

friend that there was no food in the house, how he introduced one "new

mother" after another into their household, how intermittent spells of

schooling were cut short by money shortages and domestic chaos, and

how her elder sister was abruptly married off because their father

could no longer afford to keep her.

 

Ms. Halder was too young to understand the significance of the

preparations for her own marriage, preferring to play with her friends

in the street instead. After meeting her future husband, twice her

age, the 12-year-old Baby tells a friend: "It will be a good thing to

be married. At least I will get to have a feast." Even in the hours

before her wedding, she writes, "I'd sing and jump about and play."

 

A realization of the horror of her new married life comes suddenly.

Soon she is pregnant and, barely understanding what has happened,

finds herself being rebuked by the doctor for "choosing" at so young

an age to have a child. Two more children follow; then her husband

splits her head open with a rock after he sees her speaking with

another man, and her elder sister is beaten and strangled by her own

husband.

 

Ms. Halder decides to walk out on her marriage. She flees on a train

to Delhi, where, like many other desperate women, she seeks work

cleaning the homes of the capital's rising middle class. There she

escapes destitution by sending her eldest son out as an under-age

domestic servant and by working for abusive employers. Her bosses

treat her harshly, forcing her to lock her children in the attic all

day while she works.

 

She writes of one employer: "As soon as she sat down, I'd offer her

tea, water, sherbet, whatever she wanted. Then I had to massage her

head or her feet or whatever: the work was never ending."

 

Ms. Halder never articulates her rage directly and rarely blames her

father or her husband for the cruelty she experienced, but the facts

stand powerfully for themselves. This is a simple description of a

grim existence that has no need of embellishment with literary tricks.

 

During an interview at Mr. Kumar's house in Gurgaon, just outside

Delhi, where she still works as a housekeeper, she seemed initially

more at ease with her role as maid than as writer, refusing to sit

down until everyone was given water and offered tea.

 

Ms. Halder, now 32, said she wrote up in the servants' quarters, once

her tasks were finished and the children asleep.

 

"When I wrote, I felt like I was talking to someone, and after writing

I would feel lighter, as if I had taken some sort of revenge against

my father, who never took care of me as a father should, and against

my husband," she said. "I never thought that other people might be

interested in reading my story."

 

Mr. Kumar, however, said he was immediately struck by what she had

written. "I was amazed; I knew it was very special," he said. He

photocopied the work and sent it to friends in the publishing world.

 

Ms. Halder added: "They liked it and said it reminded them of Anne

Frank's writing — she was a girl who wrote a diary and died young. I

was encouraged to write down everything, my whole life. I had no plan

to start a book; I was just writing."

 

Hailed by Delhi's literary elite as a groundbreaking work, "A Life

Less Ordinary" has also found readers among women who have shared Ms.

Halder's difficulties.

 

"This is not a book that can be read and tossed aside. It raises

questions about the fate of the millions of domestic workers in our

country and their ill treatment," a review in the newspaper The Hindu

concluded. "Truly this is a story of courage under fire."

 

It also illustrates how Indian society treats women who leave their

husbands, stigmatizing them and pushing them to the margins of existence.

 

"It is the most difficult thing for a woman to do," Ms. Halder said.

"People in the villages say dirty things about you, but I wanted to

give my children a better life, so I had no choice."

 

"One woman told me that this was precisely her story too, which made

me very happy," she added. "There are so many other women in India who

have left home like me. There is no support for them; life is not

easy, and they are not able to speak out. If I can give them some

confidence, then I will be satisfied."

 

Mr. Kumar explained that he helped Ms. Halder reorder the text so it

became a chronological account of her life, removing repetition and

fixing grammar. He said that at first her spelling and handwriting

were poor, but that she swiftly improved and gradually gained greater

sophistication as a writer. Her later manuscripts show tidy

handwritten Bengali, crushed into the lined pages of the notepad as if

she were concerned not to waste paper.

 

Despite her book's success, Ms. Halder says she has no plans to change

careers. She is writing her second book, continuing the narrative of

her life, in between domestic chores.

 

"I want to be a writer and I will continue to write," she said. But

for now, she said, she cannot abandon Mr. Kumar, "so I will go on

working here."

 

And then she left, to prepare lunch for her boss.

 

SOURCE: The New York Times, August 2, 2006. In India, a Maid Becomes

an Unlikely Literary Star By AMELIA GENTLEMAN

URL: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/02/books/02maid.html?pagewanted=print

PHOTO: Amit Bhargava for The International Herald Tribune. "Baby

Halder at work."

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Thanks for posting this.

 

I am so happy to see this womans life make a turn around after she has faced untold agony at the hands of a system/culture that has zero respect for women.

 

Big ups to Baby Halder!!!!