The World Cup fever is reaching its highest peak! India, though not in the World Cup, is the second largest producer of footballs, after Pakistan. Around 10,000 children are involved in stitching and manufacturing of ball in Jallandhar and Meerut district


Makes Football; But Scores Naught

As the world is gripped in Soccer-Mania,
Children go crazy, playing football-
In the backyards, in by lanes, in rain drenched Maidans.
Some want to be Maradona, some Ronaldinho or Beckham...
I'm lucky, my son and daughter are simultaneously on the line,
One in Delhi, the other in London, thrilled, we begin to chat!
But their responses come in monosyllables-
Both are watching Football!
I leave grown men, jumping like juvenile delinquents
in front of blue screens, and decide to step out
for a breath of fresh air, but the air is full of football...

I notice a boy with hundreds of Soccer balls-
Huddled amongst them, tiny figure, on the footpath.
The gleam in his eyes belies his tattered clothes
Sweat-drenched, clinging to his tanned back.
"Look what a beautiful ball it is, buy it for your son!
I stitched it myself last night, it was the last one";
He holds his colourful creation, proudly out to me,
It is then I notice, the pricked and wounded fingers,
One swollen with septic, puss oozing out of it...
Alarmed I look up, our eyes meet, he looks away sheepishly....
Suddenly, I know the reason behind those glistening eyes!
"Please buy a ball! If I don't sell all, I won't get my five rupees!"
"Is that all you make in a day?" By now I am appalled!
" No, today I had fever, they sent me to sell the balls,
But tomorrow I'll go back again to stitching footballs,
They pay me 3-5 rupees for stitching a ball,
and I can stitch in a day, two big footballs!"
I calculate that mentally- comes to 6-10 cents per day;
that is all!
I imagine him sitting, with hundred other boys his age,
hunched, in dimly lit halls,
And stitching with frenzied fervour, multicolored footballs....
With sharp needles and rusted knives, puncturing his hands,
Oblivious of the impending backache, and poor eye sight.
Working through the pain of untreated sores,
'cause the work has to go on...
There is a big demand these days- the soccer fever is on....

And he cannot even dream of playing with these balls...

And I picture my children, laughing and shouting,
playing football in the front lawn...

My lost demeanor perplexes him:
" Don't you have children at all?"
I come back to myself, quickly pay him 200 rupees,
the cost of two balls,
And hurriedly drive away, from those multicoloured balls.
But, after a hundred yards, I stop and park on the side,
The road's swimming in front of my eyes; I cannot drive at all....
And the honest boy comes running after me:

"Excuse me, you forgot to collect your balls!"



Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi


Note: On12th June, the World Against Child Labour Day, ILO symbolically waved a " Red Card to Child Labour"; World Cup football legend Roger Milla of Cameroon " Kicked the football against Child Labour", in a friendly match in Geneva, on this day.
Bachpan Bachao Andolan (BBA) in India and Global march against Child Labour mounted a massive campaign during FIFA World Cup 2002, appealing to the FIFA, sporting good manufacturers and the world at large for child-labour-free-footballs. The efforts resulted in announcement by FIFA to introduce code of conduct in collaboration with the World Federation of the Sporting Goods Industry (WFSGI) and to specifically monitor the elimination of child labour in India and Pakistan's soccer ball industry. However FIFA has failed to implement the code of conduct. Today Pakistan (Sialkot) and India (Jalandhar and Meerut) are the largest exporters of soccer balls.

http://www.newkerala.com/news3.php?action=fullnews&id=14339

http://www.hrea.org/lists/hr-headlines/markup/msg02875.html

http://www.bba.org.in/news/football.php3




Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-07-03 at 16:26

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Amanda K
i think that you have lived that experience in real and wrote a poem afterwards. i really enjoyed reading it. their torn childhood and that misery shown in poor boys eyes. i don blame them for they are kids but balme their parents and goverment who turned a deaf ear towards that fact.
2006-12-10


kath
Yor words are well put and create images that make me aware once again of the unjustice that treads the earth we all are part of.
2006-08-09


Valentin Gabriel Cristea
Good flow and nice touch of feelings.Very deep.I liked it.Go up!
2006-07-07


The Charmed One
I liked it a lot. The words that you used are put in the right place. It has open my eyes on life.
2006-07-05


Dave Glavin
Informative and emotional.Good write :)
2006-07-05


UnforgivenAngel
wow zoya,i know you wanted my opinion but i really am speachless! (((hugs))) luv angel, xxx
2006-07-05



Dear Zoya,
This is really beautiful and very heartfelt story,.quickly I remember my country the children below 18 suffering themselves for selling any kind of goods like sampaguita and they pay only 50 pesos for the whole day..,I remember the rug clothes and dirty hands,.I remember through this poem,sad to say I cant help them...thank you so much zoya for sharing this!!!you touch my heart!!! lovely piece!!!kissess
2006-07-05


Mr.Mist
...behind the joy and happiness, is pain and suffering...I feel sorry for those little boys, stitching those balls...and now, with the world cup, im shure those little children dont feel joy...only pain...all those fotballs to be made...if im ever going to by a fotball, ill be thinking bout this poem, and that little boy with his wounded fingers...

Im really glad you shared this...made me think in a way bout fotball, i never thought before...

-mr.m
2006-07-05


Teala
Wow, your poems really pull the strings of my soul and heart...this is a masterpiece....you think into things so well!
2006-07-05


wee2souls
how this poem is so heartfelt..never new it still goes on.. child labour
very moving poem
really heart wrenching for this to still go
on in this world...
hugs
cindy
2006-07-04


Love Knight
Its a great story to fight for something. I like your words and yes, it has opened eyes. Rate: 10
2006-07-04


Malin Johansson
A very good write here, tragical about childwork and stuff like that...
Regards to you
2006-07-03


Arti
Zoya....
Your open eyes, your transparent soul
Opening up realities of life in all its fallen glory
You open all our eyes to poignant reality
By honestly telling the hidden, untold story...

This is such a poignant write. Aren't you sorta in the wrong profession? Shouldn't you be sitting somewhere in the UN or grabbing media attention with these pieces of art and reality?
((hugs)) for a brilliant write.
2006-07-03


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a damning enlighten ment to what goes on Zoya well done for the spirit to expose rgds mike
2006-07-03


Kathy Lockhart
Zoya, thank you so much for sharing this horrific practice that hurts children so much. This brought me to tears. You are a woman with a heart for children and for those who are oppressed. I am in your debt for all the insight you have brought to me in my sheltered USA home. xx kathy
2006-07-03