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All is well?

The white man is finally coming out of the little tea shop, tucked into one corner of the busy market square in Paharganj’s Main Bazaar, Delhi’s backpacker district. She quickly blocks his way, spreads out her arms and appears to mumble something.

entertainment Updated: Jan 06, 2010 19:53 IST
Mayank Austen Soofi

The white man is finally coming out of the little tea shop, tucked into one corner of the busy market square in Paharganj’s Main Bazaar, Delhi’s backpacker district. She quickly blocks his way, spreads out her arms and appears to mumble something. He listens to her politely, shakes his head gently and leaves. She goes back to the abandoned scooter on which she was sitting and waits for another foreigner.

“I don’t beg all the time,” says Pooja. “I play, too.” From a distance, her disfigured face — she suffered burn injuries as an infant — gives an impression of a woman in her mid-thirties. It’s only when you speak to Pooja, you realise that she is just 13! But despite the poverty and the scarred face, life is not too bad for the 13-year-old. Perhaps. She has a mother, a sister, three brothers, a house, and a best friend. She also goes to a school.

“It is run by Christian people,” Pooja says. Each morning, she boards a DTC bus from her ‘quarter’ in West Delhi’s Rohini area. One-and-a-half hours later, she gets down at Paharganj and heads straight to school. There, along with other ‘beggar children’, she struggles through English, Hindi and Maths. The students get free lunch and Pooja, especially, is loved by teachers. “Both sir and ma’am are very nice to me.”

It was at the school that she discovered her best friend, Manisha. “She cares for me,” Pooja says. “Sometimes in the class, I start playing and then Manisha slaps me and says, ‘Study’.”

Afterschool life
Wearing a black shawl around a light blue cardigan, Pooja has pierced ears but no earrings. Her voice is calm and she often smiles, though her eyes flit around restlessly.

After school ends at 1 pm, Pooja wanders in the bylanes of Paharganj, which is like a second home to her. She used to live in the slum opposite the police station here. In 2006, following a Supreme Court order, the Delhi government demolished the settlement and sent the displaced families to one-room quarters in Rohini. Soon afterwards, Pooja’s father died. Her two brothers went to live in a 24-hour shelter in Daryaganj. Her mother is now looking for work.

Good old times
“We were rich,” Pooja says. “Papa had a truck. But then Papa made friends with a man who started giving him drugs, and one day he cheated him of the truck’s papers.”

By then Pooja’s father had become too much of an addict to care about anything. “Papa died two years ago of an overdose,” she says. “Mummy started working as a painter in Rohini, but then maami (aunt) died and she could not go to work for a few days, and lost her job.”

Big sister
To support the family, Pooja now spends a few hours everyday accosting foreign tourists on Paharganj streets. “I tell the goras, ‘I study, I have no papa, please help me.’ Sometimes, if it’s a nice angrez, he gives me Rs 1,000 or Rs 500.” She gives a part of the earning to the mother and keeps the rest. “I’m saving money so that I can arrange for a stall for my brothers when they grow up.”

Pooja wants her brothers “to make a good living” so that they can take care of their mother and “arrange a good home for my sister”. By now, Pooja is looking bored. She gets off the scooter, walks up the bazaar looking for best friend Manisha who, too, is begging somewhere around. It is time to play.