Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Great Indian MARD

 I got a chance to read two articles on CNN by two different American women travelling in India on the same study trip of the same university. While one poured her anguish out about how scary Indian men are and how white women (ma'am any women for that matter) are not safe when they are alone in India. The other comes to the rescue of Indian men and pleads to the readers to not stereotype Indian men. Being vocal about my views on gender bias that is so predominant in Indian society, it makes me wonder whether I feel sad or angry while I read these stories.

Thanks to my previous jobs that I got to travel around the urban and rural landscapes of our country which not many of are privileged to visit. I have worked and dealt with all sorts of 'Indian men' coming from all walks of life. From film stars to commoners, from village sarpanchs to high level government officials, from a simple school teacher to professors of Ivy League universities, from young, younger, youngest to the oldest, I have been lucky to meet them all. And my experience as a young women travelling alone across India has been quiet contradictory to both the articles.

While travelling in a bus or an overcrowded shared autos and jeeps, even I have felt fingers brushing and hands slipping. Even I felt violated, but that did not stop me from taking these modes of transport, I learned that a magical sentence, "Uncle your hand is touching my body" while uttered in a clear, determined and audible voice was enough to solve the problem.

While travelling in cities like Mumbai and Delhi I met disgusting stares from random guys, but at the same time I met some of the warmest taxi and rickshaw drivers. They did only drop me safely to my destinations but also shared amazing stories of their life and city. I learnt that starting a conversation does not get you in trouble but most of the times it gets you out.

I have friends and best friends who are men, 'Indian men'. They argue restlessly about how gender bias is a state of mind. They give discourses on troubles of the modern Indian male who wants to dominate and get dominated by the modern Indian women. Yet every time I forget my wallet home and get my petrol tank full they are more than happy to come and pay my bill. When I randomly faint on roads they rush me to the doctor and joke about my great fall, or when I have to crib and complain about some brash members of their spices, they not only provide a listening ear but also join in.

The truth is that there are sides to every coin, while some cross their lines many condemn. Just being a man does not make them tyrants. We women oppose systems and set of mind, we never really oppose our darling male counterparts. :)