I landed at Rajiv Gandhi International
Airport, Hyderabad at 8 pm. A grand 3 tiered building. The people who I was
supposed to meet could not pick me up, my uncle who lived there was insistent
that he pick me up but I demurred. He also had a wedding to attend. I was
competent, capable and would find my way
to his place.
We got off the aircraft and had two touts
following us asking if we wanted a cab into the city. Meru cabs is what I
wanted, I knew they were on GPRS and had a registration counter, a safe way of
traversing the 40 Kms to my destination.
I was directed to the ground floor, I
walked down the walkway and saw many shops but no cab counter. I asked a busy
looking guy for the Meru cab counter. He said he was the cab service and would
take me to a taxi. He whisked my suitcase off the trolley. I was armed with a
book, shawl, a box of sweets and my handbag. An armful! I was grateful for the
suitcase being carried for me and rushed after the guy ostensibly to the
waiting taxi.
The parking lot is quite a distance from
the main building, across a well maintained road with plants and bushes lining
the edges. I thought the taxi stand was a wee distance away. We were walking at
a brisk pace, meanwhile a niggling worry had begun to assail me, the stand
couldn’t be so far. The guy reassured me and walked sure footedly to a parked
Indica. I freaked out, it was NOT a radio taxi. I asked him for his ID which he
produced which said nowhere that he belonged to a taxi service. There was not a
soul in sight, an attendant, a police kiosk.
Dread was setting in and I texted the car
no to my uncle and family. They wondered why and called back. Not wanting to
panic them unnecessarily, I reassured them that this was a routine measure I
followed when travelling alone. I was wondering how to get out of the ostensibly
tricky situation, when an elderly gentleman drove up. He probably noticed my
panic. I asked him if he could drop me to the nearest taxi stand. His wife said
something in the local dialect. He asked me where I was headed and said he
would drop me as he would be going there as well.
Hugely relieved we extricated my suitcase from
the clutches of a reluctant driver, I choose to assume he was reluctant because
he lost some anticipated earnings. We headed towards the city, a beautiful
drive and crossed a 13 km flyover, very well appointed but there was again not
a soul in sight. The original so called cab would have hopefully taken me home
but what if… I was edgy thinking of the 13 km stretch with cars whizzing by and
not a human being to call out to if there was a problem.
The gentleman and his wife were messiahs.
They had driven almost 70kms extra to drop me home. They sensed my panic and
wished to ensure a safe journey for me. Needless to say my uncle was livid. My
aunt pointed out that the car number plate could have been false. If something
had to happen…
I am liberal, progressive and have dealt
with various unsavoury elements at home singlehandedly. I have a loud voice
which my family is convinced will drive anyone away. However that day, there
were possibilities of things going horribly wrong. I had lost my voice. I was
quiet, unable to walk away as the distance to the main building was long and
deserted.
On hind sight, someone said I should have
taken my suitcase and walked away. I had stuff in my hand, the walk was long,
and I could have been dragged into a shady green verge. Maybe I should have
left my suitcase behind. But should I
have assumed the worse?
The Delhi Nirbhaya incident had driven an unnecessary
caginess in my mind. Were these unnecessary delusions, unfounded fears?
Again I rewind to a late night film at a
local mall, my car parked on the rooftop for want of space in the lower slots.
When the movie got over there was not a person there, my car stood alone. Maybe
a blessing. I rushed in and drove out at breakneck speed. Scared in the pits of
my stomach, of inane possiblities. Why?
Urbanisation brings with it self contained
well designed facilities with seamless operations, without manual interventions.
The secluded mall parking lot, the 13 km flyover, the empty bus easily
available at night have indubitably made life easier, but are we easy prey for
the hunter, on the prowl for a booty or to satisfy his lust? Would a friend
have made a difference? Or should we as women stay at home as godmen and
politicians are brouhahaing from the podia. No!
I wonder if it is not a prerogative of the
administration to provide safety for everyone regardless. Is it only women? Or
also men. Children. The less affluent. ALL. ALL have a right to demand systems
to ensure security, physical and emotional. The two I daresay may be symbiotic.
I have chosen a life with my own space to
do what I can and want. I need to be able to live without lurking fears of the
unknown! I am fearful. Why? Because I am a woman. Perceived as the weaker
sex. Not strong enough to take on six men. But strong within. Never am I going
to whimper to my so called brothers. I want to be able to walk freely on the
road anywhere, and do as I please without looking over my shoulders. Ever!
Jyoti, the light. Amen!
