‘Why would this girl lie? After all she is taking the blame on
herself’, said the police officer to the criminal infront of me.
It was a Saturday
afternoon I had lunch with a friend in Gurgaon before I decided to head home.
The metro for those who do not take it or belong to Delhi can get crowded and air tight to an
extent that the Tupperware guys could take inspiration. I luckily managed to
find a seat till Rajiv Chowk metro station (Connaught Place ) where I had to change my
train. The doors opened… Btw I was in a regular and not the women’s only coach
– why is this little detail important for this post? Well the answer lies
ahead.
So where were we?
Yes, the doors opened and people began to flood in. I tried to push and nudge
my way out but no luck. With a huge sigh I decided to get off at the next
station - New Delhi .
As I positioned myself close to the exit door I felt a sense of unease run
through my body, like someone has pierced their gaze on me or someone is
watching me. Suddenly I felt something touch me from behind. With half my mind
on trying to get off at the next
station I turned thinking it was someone’s bag or hand touching me repeatedly.
I turned to see a man in a white kurta (long shirt) staring
right at me and he had no baggage with him. In fact both his hands were
clenching the railing next to him. But if both his hands were up there
what was it that… I got my answer as soon as I lowered my sight. There
beneath that long shirt I could clearly see that this man was UNZIPPED. I felt
the blood rush to my head, boiling and fuming and fury ran through every nerve
in my body.
Within that fraction
of a second every single eve teasing incident, every darn face of those guys
who had the guts to molest someone I know flashed in my mind. Before I knew my
voice escaped my lungs and there I was screaming at the man who dared to mess
with me.
‘KYA problem
hai?’ (What is your problem?)
‘Kya samjh rakha
hai saale?’ (What the hell do you think?)
‘Himmat kaise
huyi teri?’ (How dare you?)
These were some of the things I uttered looking right into his eyes. He was startled and started blabbering that he is sorry and insisted that it was his hand that touched me by mistake. Your ‘HAND’ that comes out from your pants? How the hell was your zip open? I was screaming in a coach full of men and women. Did anyone come forward to help or even displayed basic courtesy to ask me what was wrong? The answer was a big unsurprising NO. I turned and spotted two men in fact smirking at me. Their silence tried my patience and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
These were some of the things I uttered looking right into his eyes. He was startled and started blabbering that he is sorry and insisted that it was his hand that touched me by mistake. Your ‘HAND’ that comes out from your pants? How the hell was your zip open? I was screaming in a coach full of men and women. Did anyone come forward to help or even displayed basic courtesy to ask me what was wrong? The answer was a big unsurprising NO. I turned and spotted two men in fact smirking at me. Their silence tried my patience and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
I held that
(namesake) man’s collar and dragged him out of the train. He was on a loop
mode ‘It was my hand, it was a crowded train’. The moment we set
foot at the platform he managed to escape. I ran, with all the strength and
courage in me, I ran after him making as much noise as I could. A few saw (the
tamasha), the others gasped while one man in the uniform began to chase
him. I went towards the other side and we managed to get hold of him. I yelled
again How dare you? How did you dare to touch me? People like you make Delhi a nightmare for
girls? You make us question every time before we step a foot outside. HOW DARE
YOU?
People watched
the guards dragging a man to the control room and a girl screaming at him. They
only watched.
As we took him to
the control room he told the police that I am mistaken, it was his hand that
touched me by mistake and it could happen to anyone because it was a crowded
train. “Ask her… it was my hand”, he
said. 15 guards, all men turned towards me as he tried to shame me. But if he
had the guts to do it I had the spine to say it. You see anger brings out the
strength you never thought you had in you but in my case anger brought out a
language I never thought I could use. I was outright and I had all the right to
be – “Lift up that kurta and you will know exactly what touched me”. There.
I said it out loud and clear. The guards felt outraged and charged at him.
Within seconds he begged for an apology and suddenly the hand in question
transformed into a part of his body he wished he never had. “Why would this
girl lie? After all she is taking the blame on herself”, said the police
officer to the criminal infront of me. He committed the crime, I raised my
voice and yet somehow the shame was on me. That statement reflected the thought
process of our society, in fact it said much more. I argued with the officer and
told the man in question that I have lost NOTHING in this entire episode and in
fact I will make him pay for this. He immediately begged for an apology and I
instead, insisted to file an FIR. After a few calls, 5 friends of mine reached
the station to back me up and how? They were equally angered and showed no
mercy.
We moved to
Kashmere Gate police station and I slapped a sexual molestation case against
him. He was arrested and put behind bars immediately. I decided to not let this
one go and appeared at the court on Monday to record my statement in front of
the magistrate. Meanwhile this man has been moved to Tihar jail and will spend
his time behind the bars until he gets bail.
You see there are
several measures being taken to make our public spots and transport safe.
Someone asked me as to why I did not take the women’s only coach? But honestly
that’s not a solution. These reservations in fact paint the idea that it is not
ok or safe for women to be in public spaces. It's debatable, I know but are
reservations really improving the situation? Then what would?
I think the
answer lies within us. Unless women put forward that is not OKAY for someone to
touch and get away with it, nothing will change.
I could just bite
the bullet and accept that I was eve teased or molested. Or I can raise my
voice and instill the fear in the criminal instead of victimising myself.
If this man has the guts to unzip in a metro full of people, he probably
started off by doing something less offensive to another girl. Her silence was
his encouragement. Remember every time you choose to ignore or walk away, you
put someone else in danger.
So I urge women
to respect their body and know that it’s okay for you to say that someone
touched you without your consent and you have to muster the courage to reach
out to the police. I insist please for the sake of womanhood – SPEAK UP!