|Is a woman now just an evening’s light entertainment in India?|
When I could delay no longer, I clutched my purse close to my body, hugging it as if it were a, oxygen cylinder, wishing it were one so I could use it to smash my way through the multi-headed-villains in my path. By the time I reached the exit every part of me had been squeezed, my shirt torn, and I had lost my hair band somewhere so that my unruly curly hair had escaped to fall into my eyes now pouring with tears. Sobbing and shoeless I tumbled out, my handbag still miraculously in grasp. I vowed that I would never set foot in a Bombay local train again—and never have since.
Years later this incident still sends shudders down my spine. I can only imagine then, what trapped memories the endless nights and years ahead were in store for the poor girl who was raped and beaten in Delhi, a fortnight ago–had she survived. I read the reportage of the incident in horror wondering how much the mother country had changed and yet how much it hadn’t. Some in India and in the UK have pointed to provocative Bollywood films as a primary encouragement for men to just go out there and plunder. But I think it goes deeper than that.
The land that invented the Kamasutra has long swung the other way when it comes to sex. For a billion strong population, which has obviously indulged in activities of the nether-regions, we of Indian origin have always had a close your eyes and pretend it does not exist attitude. Adding complexity is that a tiny percentage of youth in the bigger cities are sexually far ahead. They look, dress and act with the confidence that comes with education, international exposure, and the security of knowing that they have a lifetime of things to do and people to see. Cheek-by-jowl live those who don’t have the same. Not the assurance, or the instruction, nor the opportunities. Put them side by side and the equation of the have’s plus the have-not’s takes on a dangerously new meaning.
As someone who dreaded the daily onslaught of revolting stares, lewd gestures and ‘accidental’ brush of the passing male on public transport, while growing up in big city India, I for one fully support the Indian government’s bold move to name and shame sex offenders. I realise that to the Western world, this seems like an open invitation to vigilantism, but extreme times like now—when men accused of sexual violence still go ahead and stand in elections in India—call for extreme measures. This may just be the most powerful deterrent to the perpetrators, for what it ensures is a loss of face and a lack of a future—both extremely important in Indian society—for the violators and something that not even the fear of a death sentence delivers.
For too long has the common woman in India lived life like a second-class citizen. It is time we were treated like the very goddesses so revered in Indian culture and tradition.
What do you think? Do tell me.