Nivy – Gender woman Was: a victim City: Chennai Roads


Gender womanphoto

Was: a victim
City: Chennai Roads
Was wearing Chudithar/Salwar Kameez with dupatta

Reaction : Moved away silently

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 20-30

When early morning tuition classes were the norm, my folks got me a scooty that I used to ride to a

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class barely 5 mins from where we lived. One morning, I had a random guy in his lungi and baniyan follow me around in his TVS 50 n scare the shit out of me. He would deliberately ride close enough to touch/tease and shout out slangs throughout the ride. At 5 AM and with no one around to help, I was so scared and scarred that I told my mom about it as soon as I got back from class.

Every day for a week since that morning, my dad used to follow me around from a distance in his car cos he wanted to catch this TVS 50 Romeo in action and teach him a lesson. But the guy didn’t show up. I wish he had, cos my dad would have bashed his skull to pieces.

Every single time I’ve stepped out alone since that morning – I’ve been alert and awake, have developed an acute listening skill and an ability to spot the slightest oddity within seconds of surveying a scene. It tires me out – but I will never stop doing it. That incident (and a few others) have caused so much anger in me. Anger cos I was scared. Anger because I let myself be scared.

I’ve laid awake in trains all night long for fear of being groped by strangers. I’ve always been chauffeured in cars and have rarely taken the bus cos my parents were more comfortable with that. I am not complaining about the comfort, but only about the the way freedom redefines itself for girls in India.

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