Tuesday, March 17, 2015

I am a Delhi girl and I don’t want to go back.


This weekend, I went to watch NH10 in the theatre. For those of you who may not have heard of the movie, it’s a story about a Gurgaon couple on a road trip somewhere further on in Haryana, who en-route get entangled in an honor killing case, where the goons turn on them for meddling. They spend the rest of the movie running for their lives. It’s violent, its brutal, it’s fascinating and it’s scary. It’s a good movie, in more ways than one.

We watched the movie, and then walked into McD for a quick snack. And as I sat there, staring at my unsatisfactory Chicken Mc. Grill, I cried. In the middle of Mc Donalds. A very crowded Mc. Donalds.

Just to put things in perspective, I don’t cry for movies usually. I was laughing at the end of Kal Ho Na Ho as Shah Rukh Khan half ran half heart attacked across the city of New York to make sure true love finds a way (Like, hello, cab much?). And I also am not the type to get scared by gore.

But this one, it hit home. Not because it was that scary, but because it was just too realistic. It was something, that if you have been born and brought up in Delhi, you would’ve experienced, a little too much.

No, I haven’t intervened in an honour killing case.

But if you’re any Delhi girl, who hasn’t spent her life being chauffeured and protected, and only visiting malls, you’ll find scenes in that movie a little too close to your reality than you’d like.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Delhi. It's by far one of the most beautiful cities ever, with its food, its history, its monuments, its open spaces, huge houses, and roads that go on forever. It has the concept of balconies and terraces and bedrooms that can fit more than just a bed for God’s sake! And contrary to popular belief, it also has some awesome people.

But somehow, there is this other thing, this mentality, of some other people you encounter rather often. It’s the mentality of the man who makes orgasmic noises at you while touching his crotch as you walk past him on the road. The mentality of the man who presses into you while standing closer than need be on the DTC bus. The mentality of the man who slowed down his car in the middle of a desolate road and called out to you to offer a ride in broad daylight, as you hurriedly walked home from school. But more than anything else, it’s the mentality of the men who snigger and giggle when they see you being eve teased in a bus, or turn away, or condemn you for speaking up.

Speaking up…Delhi girls are learning to do that, slowly but surely. It’s becoming a way of life now, isn’t it? Being alert, pulling up men for misbehaving, taking them to the police station, irrespective of the crap the police might say to you. It isn’t the easiest thing to do, nor at a lot of times the safest, but girls learn young and they learn fast. How to survive in the city. It’s something that you grow up with, it’s natural adaptation. And it isn’t something that you notice or even pay attention to. Until you move out.

Maybe you think I’m exaggerating. Maybe I’ve had worse experiences than you. But I somewhat doubt it. I know too many friends who have been chased by goons in bigger cars while driving, cajoled by guys in a jeep while they rode a cycle rickshaw back to our hostel, had creeping hands that seemed to belong to nobody in crowded metros and buses, and been humiliated for speaking up. And this is when I and all my friends have led very normal and average lives.

I moved to Mumbai a few years ago. It’s a brutal city, not one known to be nice to visitors. It takes the theory of survival of the fittest to heart, and really knows how to kick your ass specially in your bad days. And it isn’t by far a very safe city. But… it’s safer than Delhi. I take public transport home after dark. Heck, I stay out alone after dark. And it doesn’t petrify me. Even if I’m not yet ready to completely throw away my pepper spray, it is now tucked away in a darker corner of my purse.

My point is, this city made me realize that there was something wrong with my Delhi way of life. I don’t HAVE to try and make it home before dark. I don’t HAVE to keep looking over my shoulder if I go clubbing. I don’t HAVE to assume every guy out there is a potential rapist. There is a better way of life, a normal way of life. And all this I realized from the not completely safe city of Mumbai. Imagine the learnings if I had moved to Singapore instead!

I am a Delhi girl, and one day I intend to move back. My family is there, and being far from them is a punishing routine in itself.

I am a Delhi girl, and one day I intend to move back.

But when I think of returning to a life of being scared of the dark, and half the city’s population…

I really, really, don’t want to.


16 comments:

  1. I watched the movie loved it.. Visited Delhi for few days so didnt really get the hang of the ciyt..but I feel sad to read this post n know the reality..
    Wish it could change..

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    1. Well Delhi is a beautiful city, and a wonderful place to visit in general. This post wasn't to say otherwise. Just a few facets of life that I'd rather not face every day. Let's hope it does change :)

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  2. I tell you, Delhi and Gurgaon is not as bad as we project it.. This touching the crotch and cat calls are very much a part of most Indian cities..Some of the worst cases are in Hyderabad and Chennai despite being clad in traditional salwar kameez and sarees. Delhi women I feel are more vocal and they raise their voice against such atrocities instead of taking it as a way of life.Plus from my experience the city is very hospitable to visitors. Touch wood!

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    1. Well maybe you're right. I haven't lived in Hyderabad and Chennai, so I haven't experienced these things there. Though it does make me sad that what we assumed is a comparatively localized issue is a way of life in more cities than one. But at the same time, it isn't the way of life everywhere, and the sooner we realize a better life is possible in this country itself, the sooner we'll learn to resist and raise our voices even more.
      And I do agree, its a beautiful city to be in, with some very amazing people. I'm glad you like it :)

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  3. Oh god! It is a sad thing that some in the crowd make the majority of us move away. Those disgusting personalities you described - I can't even imagine what made them like that. However uneducated one might be, where is the common sense and humanity that shows how to behave with a fellow human being? :(

    At least we can be glad that however hard it might be, the women in Delhi are raising their voices and standing up for themselves.

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    1. I sometimes wonder if it's only the uneducated, even if it might on a majority be so. But the fact that they grow up seeing this, and grow up seeing men get away with this, its a way of life for them, and they see nothing wrong in doing this. But I do urge all women to at least realize that things dont have to be this way, at least for our kids, even if it can't change for us so soon. The worst part is the acceptance of this way of life. Move out, or do something about it. Don't stay and accept.

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  4. It's really enlightening to read the thoughts and feeling of someone who is from the city. If things are really that bad, I can't imagine why anyone would want to go back.

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    1. Well, because its a city where memories of your entire life are, and you'd like to really wish and hope that things could be better. But ya, realistically, I wouldn't want to.

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  5. This says a LOT, including a lot of what I am probably still in denial of at some level. Having said that, I CAN say that being alert all the time feels abnormal now that I have moved back. Abu Dhabi was probably the safest city I'd ever be in - even London isn't that safe. But I guess Delhi deals (or not) with this issue at another level altogether.

    Somebody above rightly commented that Delhi girls are more vocal than those from other Indian cities. But like you said, it's probably after a whole generation that went without speaking up. Maybe things will improve - I hope I live to see that day. Because I too want to come back some day. And I don't want this to be a bigger factor than the fact that my parents and family live here.

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    1. I can't believe the number of girls I've met since writing this who say that this is exactly how they feel. It's so sad because I actually love this city, and as much as I have hope, the quantum of the issue makes it difficult to see a good end at least in our lifetime. How do you change mentality?

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  6. it is sad.. I dont know what to say

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