Disclaimer: I am no feminist. I have never been very outspoken
against male chauvinism, against their false sense of entitlement just because
they possess a particular organ women don’t, against the ills that are meted
out to women in our patriarchal setup, and against the atrocities which befall
a number of women from varied walks of life across our country.
And, I bitterly regret the fact.
Being a dilliwallah since my birth, when my mom carried me
over as a newborn from St. Stephen's Hospital at Tis Hazari to our Rohini home,
I am proud to belong to the capital. Yet, sometimes, when I look at the worst
kind of human beings possible sharing my city space, I cannot help curb the fury
of hatred that seethes inside me. I cannot help recalling that it is because of
them that my city has been dubiously branded the most unsafe city for women in
India.
Alluding to the heinously barbaric Dec 16 gang rape of 2012
simply to be on the same page as you, I narrate a little, perhaps seemingly insignificant
instance of harassment in the Delhi Metro. It is no big deal in itself; most of
the women who commute by the Metro have faced numerous such incidents, but, it
opened my eyes to some of my own weaknesses, and I am sharing this so you can overcome
yours, too.
Nine o’ clock on the Monday morning of 20th July,
when the Delhi University had opened its gates to the under graduates across various
streams, I happened to board the Metro's yellow line to Vishwavidyalya.
A punctuality freak through and through, I wanted to reach
my 9.35 lecture before time, so I caught the train Metro just as it was about
to shut its doors to the hapless, and found myself in the last coach of the
eight coach train.
With earphones plugged in to block the unwanted sounds of my
surroundings, I remember having wished I had something to block unwanted stares,
too. I was wearing a knee length denim capri and the 25 or so year old man in impressive
formals had perhaps never seen one before. His eyes were glued to me as if I
was the only other person inside that super crowded compartment.
And, he wouldn't stop staring. I am no stunner- an ordinary five
feet tall 20 years old who wears specs and no makeup, not even a touch of gloss
on her lips. It made me pretty uncomfortable, though such instances are as regular
as a sunny day in June.
I avoided his gaze and looked down at my feet. Something
about him freaked me out and I chose to ignore the entire situation, like most
girls. Meanwhile, he continued to ogle.
Just then, a switch clicked at the back of my mind and I realized
I was not the one at fault there. It was my city, my Metro and I had every god
damned right to travel in any coach I desired, reserved or not. The city had
been mine for the past 20 years and I wasn't relinquishing my rights to
unwarranted shame on my part, and unwarranted shamelessness on that asshole's.
I unplugged my ear phones, welcoming the sounds. I adjusted
my specs and lifted my gaze. Then, I stared right back at the idiot, with five
times more intensity, if I could supply an approximate measure. He hesitated
and averted his gaze. I kept staring right at him. A few seconds later, when he
looked back again, my eyes were still burning with indignation. I was so
enraged that if I had a gun in my hand, and knew how to shoot, perhaps I wouldn't
have given a second thought to pulling the trigger. Perhaps he got the message I
had intended for him. Because, as I continued to stare as shamelessly as he had
done, he got up, sacrificing his seat and moved back, hiding behind others at
the other end of the coach.
I sighed with relief.
It was the very least I could do. It is the very least we all should
do.
Because, sometimes, being afraid isn’t an option. Sometimes, turning a
blind eye is not the solution. Sometimes, you simply have to stare back. So,
ladies, next time if somebody tries to stare you down, stare back. Stare till
you convince them of your not-so-healthy murderous intentions. Stare till they
give up. Stare back.
And, to be safer when outside the Metro, carry a pocket knife and a
pepper spray. Just don’t carry your fear along. Stare back, and give them the
dirt they deserve.