The ‘ugly’ city.

U can wear anything, this city sucks for women.

U can wear anything, this city sucks for women.

I step out from office  around 7:30 pm in the evening. Unfortunately I did not have my car that day and I decided to walk across the road and take an auto. Dusk had just set in and there was no lights on the streets. I waited for a Delhi auto man, who would be kind enough to take me my destination. In Delhi, the auto wala’s don’t need you, u need the auto wala’s . If they are in a nice mood or like you the possibility is that they might haggle less than usual and actually take you to your destination in the shortest time possible.

Anyway, back to my point….( ranting about the Delhi auto guys would be another story completely) , I waited for an auto. I was also the only one on the road with cars, buses zipping by. Fnally I had the pleasure of a car and an auto stopping simultaneously. ( when god gives, he pours… But with a sadistic sense of humor of course). My choice was either the auto and the price he was asking or the 3 ugly looking men in a car.. who had rolled down there windows and were waiting patiently to see if I take the auto ot not. I had not felt more threatened in my life  for a while. A single girl, an empty stretch… 3 boys in a dinchak music blaring car …blatantly watching and waiting right next to the auto. I for the first time in my life did not haggle with the damn auto guy, went along with his obnoxious pricing.. Just so that I could get away as fast as I could from the white car. The minute we left, they moved ahead… I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Every bit if me felt threatened. I kept checking for half a distance if I was being followed or not. All of this in the prime south Delhi location and in the evening.

I faced it after a long time as I usually have my car or someone drops me etc. But what about the women who travel everyday… Just doing office and home and using public transport. Why are we treated as such free propertied that anyone can touch, feel or attempt anything at their will. Like women are they toys given to mankind as a gift to play with. No wonder when women travel to this city from a bombay or other countries , they cringe.

I remember how crazy it was when I was in college and had to take the local transport to college everyday. After a point , we had to become numb to the looks, leers and the brushes of the men traveling along with us. U ignore them and carry on. There was no other way to survive the city and venture out.

On top of this , instead of making the city safe, the officials that is the police and people around say – don’t go out after 11 in the night. I want to say- Mr. Policeman, make it safe for the day time office going woman to begin with … Then we will talk about the late evenings. Instead of telling the women to venture out, why don’t you do something to safeguard the city for the women. They constitute a little less than half of the population.

- quay

Anyway, back to my point….( ranting about the Delhi auto guys would be another story completely) , I waited for an auto. I was also the only one on the road withi cars, buses zipping by. Fnally I had the pleasure of a car and an auto stopping simultaneously. ( when god gives, he pours… But with a sadistic sense of humor of course). My choice was either the auto and the priced he was asking or the 3 ugly looking men in a car.. Who had rolled down there windows and were waiting to see if I take the auto ot not. I had not felt more threatened in my life  for a while. A single girl, an empty stretch… 3 boys in a dinchak music blaring car …blatantly watching and waiting right next to the auto. I for the first time in my life did not haggle with the damn auto guy. Went along with his obnoxious pricing.. Just so that I got get away as fast as I could from the White car. The minute we left, they moved ahead… I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Every bit if me felt threatened. I kept checking for half a distance if I was being followed or not. All of this in the prime south Delhi location and in the evening.
I faced it after a long time as I usually have my car or someone drops me etc. But what about the women who travel everyday… Just doing office and home and using public transport. Why are we treated as such free propertied that anyone can touch, feel or attempt anything at their will. Like women are they toys given to mankind as a gift to play with. No wonder when women travel to this city from a bombay or other countries , they cringe.
I remember how crazy it was when I was in college and had to take the local transport to
College everyday. After a point , we had to become numb to the looks, leers and the brushes of the men traveling along with us. U ignore them and carry on. There was no other way to survive the city and venture out.
On top of this , instead of making the city safe, the officials that is the police and people around say – don’t go out after 11 in the night. I want to say- Mr. Policeman, make It safe for the day time office going woman to begin with … Then we will talk about the late evenings. Instead of telling the women to venture out, why don’t you do something to safeguard the city for the women. They constitute a little less than half of the population.
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