Posts Tagged ‘Animal rights’

ChatterBox: ‘I want more freedom for animals’

Posted 23 Jul 2010 — by admin
Category ChatterBox

I like being with animals and nature. Ice-cream. All kinds of stationery – includes all artists’ materials like brushes, shading pencils, charcoal, and different kinds of paper.

I don’t like plastic things. And the cliques that form in schools with popular students in one group and the unpopular in another. People have to stop choosing friends based on their caste, religion, colour, appearance.

Malaika with her friends

I don’t like watchmen who stop us from playing. They say “kaan key peechhey maroonga”.

My favourite place in Bombay is Juhu beach – I like going there with my friends and having the gola and pao bhaaji there. And I love Sea View Hotel on Juhu beach. The best place I have been to is Lakshwadeep.

I want more freedom for animals so they can roam around freely without being hated or stoned or killed.

I want to stop child labour.

My Mohalla: The champion of strays

Posted 10 Jun 2010 — by admin
Category Animal rights, My mohalla, Public spaces, neighborhoods, neighbourhoods, strays

By Malaika Mathew Chawla, 13


We know her as Padma Aunty. Every day I see her giving food to the strays in our area – once in the morning and once in the evening. I have spoken to her many times, sometimes to tell her about an injured stray I had seen, sometimes to ask her what to do about a dog with fleas in my housing colony. Jalebi Ink had asked us to choose some people in our neighbourhood who we see every day but know very little about. I decided to get to know Padma Aunty better. Here’s what I found out.

Her name is Padma Chandansingh Disorya. She lives in Dadar (west). She was born in Indore, Madhya Pradesh. Padma works with In Defence of Animals (IDA), a company that looks after strays in Mumbai and fights for their rights. Her boss’s office is in ONGC Complex, behind my housing colony in Bandra. She has been working with animals for five years. Before this, she used to work in an STD booth. She also took a course in nursing. “But all this remained incomplete,” she says. Her husband is dead and she stays with her parents and has a daughter and son.

When I asked her how and when she began working with animals, this is what she said: “A few days after my husband died, I heard a dog howling in the street. In our family we have a tradition – widows are not allowed to step out of the house for some days. But I was worried. So I asked my father. He allowed me to go see what the problem was. He also gave me 100-rupee note in case it was needed. I found the dog – one of the bones in its vertebral column was broken and the dog was in agony. I took the dog to the animal hospital in Parel where it was treated by Dr Sangeeta Vengsarkar [a well-known vet in Mumbai] free of charge. Soon the dog became okay and I saw it was a very lively dog. I still hadn’t thought of taking up animal relief work. Some days later, I rescued a girl who was being harassed by some people. I took her to the police and helped file a complaint. After coming back home, I felt scared that the same people harassing her could harm me too. I used to barely step out of the house.  I wouldn’t even go to the terrace to hang clothes to dry. I was working in an STD booth – something that requires you to be in full public view. I had stopped going to work. One day I received a call from Dr Sangeeta and I told her about my problem. She told me she knew someone who had an animal relief association who was looking for someone. I went and I got the job.”

Padma Aunty knows the names of all the strays – cats and dogs – in the area and they all love her. She feeds 26 dogs and 20 cats every day. I asked her how the animals in the area reacted when they saw her: “Tipsy jumps on me and gets very excited. Brownie comes running with great speed. And starts doing strange somersaults in the air. The cats keep walking around my legs, brushing against me.

In what language does she speak to them? “When they start barking unnecessarily sometimes I say ‘Kathee kidhar hai?’ (Where’s the stick?). I speak to them in Hindi. They understand me.”

I asked Padma Aunty to share some stories of how some of the strays came to her. “Babli was found in a garage dump. Rhea was attacked when she had puppies and we rescued her. I found Winny with swollen red marks all over her as if a hot iron had been pressed on  her. It’s strange how nasty humans can be.”

There are many cars on the roads around us and they keep increasing. A couple of years back a car rental service set up its office here. Padma Aunty says she has had to rescue many injured dogs who were harmed by cars.

That's me with one of the strays

She has had to deal with many complaints over the years from residents who wanted her to stop taking care of the dogs. “But I have a lot of support too. Nobody has harmed me or my strays till now.”

What makers her sad? “Sometimes a child calls me and asks me to rescue some animal in distress. I call the ambulance but sometimes they do not react on time and it’s too late. This makes me very sad.”

A street play for strays

On Sunday evening (April 25), we joined a group of street theatre artists who put up a roadside performance to protest against cruelty towards animals, especially strays. We first met Durga Rai, the head of the group. She is a student of NSD (National School of Drama).  She is also a member of the animal welfare organization called Karuna.

She had some students of KC College with her who were performing in the play. They said they were performing every day at some public spot in Mumbai. The last performance will be on May 30 and then they would wrap it up for the time being.

The troupe began their journey from Linking Road, Bandra. We went with them shooting with our cameras. First they went around distributing pamphlets which talked about the need to stop cruelty to animals to people on the road. We also helped them distribute the pamphlets.

Durga told everyone that if you see an injured animal, please call on the number given on the pamphlets. She also told them if anyone tries to injure an animal, they can be sentenced for up to seven years.

After that they went to New Hanuman Nagar, near Carter Road and performed their play. This was a slum and it many kids came to watch the play.

In the play, Durga is asked by two very rude men to stop feeding dogs. They also tell her if she loves them so much, to take them home with her. That they are dirty and they bite.

Durga replies that humans have taken over their homes – the dogs used to live in the same places where we have built our houses. We uproot animals and then do not want them around. She said humans too dirty up places. Look at rail tracks – people are using public spaces as toilets too. So why pick on animals? And if you think the dog population is getting too big and think killing them is a good idea, then humans too should face the same treatment because they too are growing in large numbers. All this made the audience think.

After the play, Durga made the children promise they would never be unkind to street dogs. We saw lots of children petting the dogs in the area after the play was over. And some people were feeding the dogs. One man came and said I like dogs and feed them but my wife chases them with a stick. Another man came and asked her how to round up the dogs for sterilization and send to Karuna.

After everything was over, we said bye to Durga and the team took one last picture together. I hope we meet them again.

How I met my best friend

Posted 20 Feb 2010 — by admin
Category TalkAbout

By Malaika Mathew Chawla, 13


I was sitting on the grass, my head propped up in my left hand, looking up at the sky, dreaming. Suddenly a soft bark, woof… bow….wow…. Oooh! My Maria… she pounced on me, going mad, then did her dance… turning round and round before flopping herself next to me on the grass to have her stomach scratched. Something about her innocent brown eyes and the trusting way in which she looks at me amazes me.

I lay back on the grass with Maria next to me. I think of Maria as if she was my small sister. Maria is small, brown, brave, happy…. She’s a stray puppy who came into my building colony and then my life.

She’s now more than a year old. She was a month old when we children found her, wandering and alone. She had grey eyes then. We fed her milk but her favourite is chicken. There is an aunty who feeds fish to the stray cats and sometimes naughty Maria steals the fish, crawls under a car and quietly eats it up.

Looking at her now, playing, eating and chasing cats, it’s wonderful. Watching her, it’s hard to believe that her right leg was once broken by a person who was her caretaker in the animal hospital where she was operated to prevent her from having puppy. Watching her chase butterflies, it’s hard to believe that she was run over by a car and left to die. Watching her play with her doggy friends it’s hard to believe that she was waiting for me at my bus stop sitting in a pool of blood I remember the pain she suffered in the animal hospital.

When I feel sad, all I have to do is look at my Maria.