Is this city safe for women? Probably, if you go by the statistics. On
the night of January 1, 2008, thousands of young women got into taxis,
their own cars, buses and trains and headed home. But they were all
looking around them with new eyes. In the old dispensation, a single
drunken man might have tried to paw a woman. She would have shouted at
him and other people would have come to her help. In the new order, the
mob forms quickly. Its hackles rise immediately.
The question
Mumbai should be asking itself after we woke up to a
second New Year on which women had been
molested in public is: are all women now crossing into alien territory once they leave their family homes?
Mumbai, popular discourse assures us, is
safe for women. This has been repeated again and again, at
late-night parties as women prepare to go home alone, in offices after the take-out dinner has been eaten, at the recording studios and the
call centres. This is repeated in salons where no one uses Indian perfumes and where the clothes are equally divided between ethnic chic and
neo-Western designer wear. The men who reached for that woman, the men who
tore off her dress and left her screaming in the street, had probably never heard about that. They do not own the city in the same way as the
middle-classes do. They do not feel the same pride that the intelligentsia of the city feel in a city that can make space for a
working woman or a
partying woman coming home late in the night and alone. Perhaps this is because they have been shown that they do not belong.
A city is about managing contradictions. The only way to do this is by a series of subtle negotiations. A generation ago, for instance, young people were told that they should not eat in public because they did not know who had gone
hungry that morning. You can argue that this was
hypocrisy, a gauze bandage offered to the huge chancre of
inequality and
poverty. But it was also a gesture. And negotiations are often composed of gestures.
No one is arguing that the women should not have been intoxicated, if they were indeed
intoxicated. No one is denying them the right to verbal retaliation or the right to wear whatever they wanted. There can be no
sympathy for the men who acted in this gruesome manner. But this city is now composed of gruesome acts.
When
Shamshad Khan, a performance poet from
Britain, came to India last year, she was horrified at the
poverty of the city. She had never travelled outside
Britain before and
Mumbai's complete
self-assurance, its ability to contain vast swathes of
marble-coated and
chilly luxury and huge stretches of
open-air public toilets, left her
aghast. A small card placed on her bed, which explained that the hotel valued her sleep and so had provided four different kinds of
pillows on her bed, struck her as some kind of
horrible irony. Outside, on the road, men and women slept with their heads cushioned on cement blocks that served as
road dividers.
Of course, living in a
Third World city means that you cannot actually respond with
sympathy or
humanity each time you are confronted with someone crushed by the huge
pyramid of
social injustice on which we base our lives. As our
air-conditioned cars take the roads that run through
labour camps and
slums, our
axles hurt more than our consciences. The
city's millionaires plan to build homes that are
60 floors high in a city where few young couples can even think of a single room as a starter home. The word '
crore' is bandied about thoughtlessly in a city where some salaries have just crossed the four-figure mark.
Lack of Social Mobility
Now consider the scene outside the
Marriott, where it is possible to spend
Rs 10,000 in a
single night on a
single bottle of
alcohol. By its very nature, such a hotel must be exclusivist, seeking to keep out men such as those who
molested the women at its gates. On this night of artificial cheer, a night on which everyone is expected to have something to do, or somewhere to go, these men were standing on the road and watching the rich slide by in
cocoons of steel and glass and privilege.
And then they watched as women from another class, another level,
women completely unavailable came out of the
hotel. Their attack is no less
heinous for all their
lack of social mobility. But it arises out of a whole cluster of issues relating to their view of gender, their view of class, their view of privilege.
Today,
Lakshmi Mittal believes that one needs to arrive at
vanaprasthashrama before one gives in charity. Today, a certain class of young person is assured of a
job and of a fairly
decent salary as long as they
know English and they take this for granted.
The
call centre boom has lifted some boats. The entire northern suburb of
Malad, for instance, has been revitalised and transformed into
Back-end Bohemia. Young people return home late in the night and the neighbours no longer raise their eyebrows. They dig their daughter in the shoulder and ask why she hasn't applied for a
call centre job where you get a fantastic salary if you manage to stick it out for a year.
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Author : Samir Bhoir
Article Source : Is Mumbai City Safe for Women Today ?
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