Do you know about breast tax?

Do you know about BREST TAX?

 Please read this story (Get a piece of knowledge about the old story which is a real story about breast tax in India  .  old story

This story took place in Old Kerala (India) during the reign of Travancore kingdom

During those times, the laws for dressing were such that just by looking at a preson's attire,

you could  figure out which cast they belonged to,

Caste system was deeply rooted and the woman from the lower caste were not allowed to cover their breast.

On violating the law they had to pay "Mulakarm" meaning "BREAST TAX".

I tell that story now

In the morning two girls come to the river to fill the water in there pot. those girls breast are naked and bellow the bely bottom  or upper to hip they wearied only saree.

Two boys these standing on the other side of the same river.

One of these two boy was sitting for suryadarshan. but both of them were staring at the girls

The girls felt embarrassed because of the cruel looks of those boys .they talked and headed home through the jungle of which one was nila and the other was nangeli .

Nangeli:-   Enough ..... I can't bear it any longer. Till when are we supposed to keep

                 quiet and suffer like this ?

                                                

                 The way those man from the upper caste letch at us.... it's so disgusting.

                  It feels as if they are raping us every day with their lustfully eyes .

                  I feel like plucking off the eyes of those vultures.

                  Why doesn't anybody raise their voice against them?

Nila:-        Nangeli...........

You very will know that the voice of poor people like us is  always suppressed.

Nangeli:- Really ? and we should keep getting suppressed?

Nila:-       Yes ..... Because we have no other way out. we are paying a price for being          

                 a woman from the lower caste.

Nageli:-   Is it a sin to belong to a lower caste? Even we are humans?

                Even we should be allowed to live with right to equality.

When women from the upper caste are allowed to  cover their breast then why aren't we?

                Aren't we women?

                If we want to cover our breast with a cloth, why are we asked to pay           

               "BREST TAX"?

          

Nila:-       In the destiny of poor people like us, it’s always written to suffer. That’s why I  am saying , keep quiet and keep suffering.

Nangeli:-  There are two ways to live life.

One, let things happen the way they are happening…. keep quiet and keep  suffering. Two, whatever wrong may be happening… Just take the responsibility to change it.     

                  After that 4 Hour in the night  Nangeli and her husband talk.

Husband:-    Nangeli if you have decided something then I am sure you must have thoroughly before deciding.

                                            you don’t worry.

                         From tomorrow itself, I shall work day and night to collect the amount needed to pay the ‘BREAST TAX’

Nangeli:- I have decided to cover my breast with a cloth, with out paying the tax.

Husband:-What?

Nangeli:- Yes.

Husband:-    But Nangeli, doing this world mean going against the law .

Nangeli:- lets it be.

                             I don’t care.

                                      Someone needs to raise their voice against it … Isn’t it?

                

 Husband:- Yes.. but…. Nangeli.

Nangeli:-   Chiru….

                                   I am not doing this for my dignity.

I want to raise my voice against this unjust society which divides us humans      in   the name of caste and religion.

                      I want to raise my voice against that repressive law.

                       I just need you support me in this.

                      When you are standing beside me

           I can stand against the entire world.

Husband:- Nangeli…..  I appreciate your courage.

                 I promise that…. I every moment ….

                 In every step I will walk with you………..

                 I am always beside with you.

Nangeli:-  chirukanandan…………

Husband:- Humm…

     

Nangeli:-  I am aware that because of my decision.

                even you will have to go through many difficulty .

                The path we are about to walk on going to be very difficult.

Husband:-It’s difficulty…

                Not Impossible.

They Are Quite Smile

               Nangeli …. you raise you voice

               raised voice shall make disruptive noise.

               hope shall bring in a new dawn.

They are hug and see the new dream for upcoming future

            

Early in the morning same two girls going to the jungle for the taking the woods at the time Nangeli cover her breast that cover see the same yesterday boy and he put his hand on her chest and tried to take off her clothes.

that ruthless boy said to Nangeli:

Ruthless boy:- How dare you cover your breast liked the upper caste woman?

                   Aren’t you ashamed?

Nangeli:- Ashamed? in front of shameless people like you?

Ruthless boy:-  back answering me?

and another boys says : Hay lady…. stay in your limits.

Nangeli:- Before I remained you of your limits….

               let us go.

Ruthless boy:-  how can we let you go away ?

                       You have to violated the law.

                  

Nangeli:- I spit on such one sided law.

               Let us go.

Ruthless boy:-  Will not let you go.

Nangeli:- I am saying …. Let us go.

Ruthless boy cover the way and he is mercury was bursting with laughter

then Nangeli spited his face. The Ruthless boys are angle and try to attack but she has a weapon to protect herself. In this moment

Ruthless boy:- yoouuuu…. (try to attack…)

Nangeli:-Aey…. ( by showing a weapon )

              keep this away.

Ruthless boy:-   look...

Nangeli:- stay away..

Ruthless boy:-Put this away...

Nangeli:- stay behind. 

Ruthless boy:- Will not spare you. 

                         Huhh..

                         Move this.

Nangeli:- Let's go Neela.

(Rudely said that ) (they are gone already)
Ruthless boy:-Will make you pay for this.

(After that happened Nangeli said all action to her husband in the night )

Husband:-Will teach them such a lesson 

                   that they will never ever dear to look at any women in there life time .

Nangeli:-  Chirukanandan stop....

( suddenly he say that Ruthless beard boy and his friends with tax officers )

Tax Officer :- So your name is Chirukanandan?

Husband:- Yes.

Tax Officer :-  And how is she?

Husband:- then you must me unbend:-  She is my wife.

Tax Officer :- Nangeli?

Husband:-Yes.

Tax Officer :-Are you Aware.

                      That your wife has violated the law?

Husband:- I am aware.

Tax Officer :- Then you also must be aware.

                       That now you will have to pay a "Breast Tax" for violation the law.  

Husband: - I am aware.

 Tax Officer: - that way you are aware of everything,         similarly even I am aware.

                      That you will not to be able to pay the ‘Breast Tax,

                   So ask your wife to apologize for today’s mistake.

                     and promise that she will never,

                     repeat this mistake of violation the law.

Nangeli:- It’s not my mistake…..   It’s my right.

 Tax Officer: - So then you will have to pay price for it…….

                       you will be able to pay?

                   Answer me….?

                   you will be able to pay?

Nangeli:-  you will get it…….

Tax Officer: -What??..

Husband: -Yes Mr. Collector …..

                   Yes .  you heard it’s right.

Tax Officer: - Alright then…..

                  Will visit you house exactly after one month….

                 To collect the ‘Breast Tax’

          Better to keep to ready. Let’s go.

AFTER A ONE MONTH

(Nangeli and her friend in the beside the river talk each other)

After the one hour she goes her home

( Nangeli Pray to God she and after that she sharping the big knife) suddenly Tax Officer also come there home.

Ruthless boy:- Come Sir.

Tax Officer ( Knock the door . Knock Knock )

                  Nangeli…

   Nangeli:- open the door

Tax Officer:- Today one month has been completed….

                       Have to collect the “Breast Tax”

Nangeli:- Please wait …. I will back.

Tax Officer:- Wait..

                   Before that you breasts well be examined.

                   According to the shape and size “Breast Tax” would be decided.

(Nangeli open her upper cloth and show then and tax officer say her breast and fell the breast size by taking the breast. after the few minutes. she goes in the room. and close the door. she take a weapon and…   in the out side)   

Ruthless boy:- Today she will learn lesion.

(they are see around the Nangeli home)

Tax Officer:-who is she?

Ruthless boy:-she is Nangeli friends.

(after that Nangeli open the door and sade that by showing in the banana left)

Nangeli:- Take this…

                You want ‘Breast Tax’ Right?

                 Take away my Breasts.

                   When there will no Breast ….. What tax will you take?

(Ruthless boy, Tax Officer and other boys are so suck and afraid,)

             Take it… take way this piece of flesh.

          What are you waiting for?

    

(Then they are goes away  for her home and Nangeli has to dropped her breast of meat pieces and she started to screaming and suddenly she expired  that all happened saw their neighbor and her friend they are crying.)

(After the hour her husband is came home he too saw her situation and he also crying a lot)

Drenched in blood, Nangeli’s courage must have lasted barely for a few minutes. But her sacrifice pierced a dagger si deep in to the heart of this caste based society that the pain will remain forever.

 That night was the funeral of Nangeli her husband was in a lot of pain and that were watching a funeral { he remember Nangeli Decision and did a promise }

Nangeli:- I have decided to cover my breast with a cloth, with out paying the tax.

Husband:- Nangeli…..  I appreciate your courage.

                 I promise that…. I every moment ….

                 In every step I will walk with you………..

                 I am always beside with you.

Husband:-It’s difficulty…

                Not Impossible.( he remember her  Departure time in the river)

  Nangeli …. you raise you voice

               raised voice shall make disruptive noise.

               hope shall bring in a new dawn.

AND He jump in the fire of nangeli funeral  
his friends Shouted : Chiruu....

This was one of the first examples of the man going sati for his wife by jumping into her funeral pyre.

The voice raised by Nangeli echoed into a series of people’s movements and finally the king of Trafanvore was forced to annul the repressive law of ”mullakaram” meaning ‘Breast Tax’

But unfortunately, in spite of all the sacrifice, Nangeli’s courageous chapter didn’t find a place in the books of history.

 History has always been a witness to bloodshed in the name of caste and religion.

The only different was in the caste; otherwise every body’s blood colour  was red. Has anyone ever asked the caste the caste of blood?

Fortunately the birds flying in the sky don’t know their caste..

Otherwise every day we would withness blood raining  from the sky.

 

  THE END 

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