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These are the words from the woman who went through this.
“This man on the seat behind mine, put his fingers in the seat gap to touch me! I was very shocked for sometime to react. By then the flight went to landing mode. Then the moment flight touched down, I got up. Saw his hand was again on the side ready to take up any opportunity to touch me! I created such a scene, humiliated him in front of the entire flight. He thought like usual girls will keep quiet and he can get away with this! I have lodged an FIR now. He is a very rich man of bhubaneswar and is now very humiliated in front of the people who know him. Cant believe the ordeal i had to go thru but being silent is a crime! The police officer was very helpful and the Indigo staff remained with me throughout. The man is under police custody currently.
Happy that he is behind bars! Has been charged on section 354A for sexual advancements against a girl!

When I said u must have done this many times before…he said yes… he lives in singapore…so I asked him if he does this to woman in SIngapore also?…and he said NO! Imagine! ”

This is not it! See the Part 2 of the video this man’s reaction will SHOCK you!

When a woman decides to fight back, she really does it the right way!

A Message To Women: There might be many of us who have had to face situations like this one before, specially on public transport. This girl has stood up for all of us. Speak up and do not be afraid to humiliate them in public.

A Message To Men: Share this video with the women around you. Women are stronger and less afraid to speak up. It’s up to you to stand by their side when you see men trying to take advantage of them. Together we can make a difference.

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I walked steadily, holding a few things in my hands: my notebook, phone and wallet. It was a habitual path, one I had taken so many times since childhood that I knew when the trees had been trimmed and could tell when the flowers hanging out of the houses would bloom.

Two minutes away from my home, one calm Sunday morning, I felt him.

It hit me from behind, harder than a ton of bricks. A hand grabbed my backside, hard, and squeezed. The bike slowed down and he was right next to me, his helmet clad head touching the side of my cheek. His hands didn’t leave me, they were already moving, to pull me closer or to push me on the ground, I couldn’t tell. Terror shot through me as I screamed.

“Bastard!”

I turned and hit him as hard as I could, his back, his arm, whatever inch I could see on the light blue shirt he wore.

As I struck him, our eyes met.

Nothing had ever terrified me more than the unapologetic gaze of that man.

He slowly drew his hands back and began to steer his motorcycle away, speeding up. I tried running a few steps before my legs failed me and he turned the corner and disappeared.

I was left on the road, notebook, wallet and phone in hand, thoroughly groped, standing right in front of four or five security guards wearing uniforms. They looked at me with mild interest.

I lost it at the guards. “Dekhte hi rehna!” I couldn’t recognize my own voice. “Kabhi kuch mat karna! Bas dekhna! Ye hota rahega! Tum dekhte hi rehna!” They behaved as though I didn’t exist. Some looked at their feet and for the rest the air around them must have been exceptionally interesting that day, because it drew their attention better than a screaming, sobbing girl right in front of them. “Uniform kis liye pehente ho?”

I was then struck by the awareness of being completely alone. I walked home, shaking, tears running down my cheeks, clutching my things to my chest.

That two minute walk felt like a lifetime.

I couldn’t even note his bike number. In that moment all I had seen was red, and the blue of the shirt he wore.

I won’t forget the guards’ reaction, rather the lack of it. I had been screaming at the top of my voice throughout the incident. They had watched.

It struck me how the guard of my own building had been so quick to report to the landlady when I had taken a male friend upstairs. Were they all like that? Eager to interfere in consensual relationships and mere detached observers when a woman was being touched against her will?

I’m aware that my experience is not even a morsel of the kind of horror, rape, abuse that women face everyday. Should I be relieved that this is the worst I’ve been through in my 19 years of living in Delhi?

This is my message to all women living in the capital: You are alone. Sooner or later, in broad daylight or one dreary night, in a good neighborhood or a shady lane, someone will try.

They’ll make you wish you hadn’t worn what you did. They’ll make you wish your chest wasn’t as prominent or your legs not as long. They’ll make you look at your feet and slouch as you walk past them. They’ll try to feel you up for cheap thrills, they will slap your breasts as they speed past in a car, they will whistle and pass sexually offensive comments at you. . . What will you do?

Be prepared to face it alone, because when it happens, you will be.

(The incident occurred in Gulmohar Park, a colony in South Delhi.)

Source - University Express

Molested

It was a Saturday afternoon I had lunch with a friend in Gurgaon before I decided to head home. The metro for those who do not take it or belong to Delhi can get crowded and airtightto an extent that the Tupperware guys could take inspiration. I luckily managed to find a seat till Rajiv Chowk metro station (Connaught Place) where I had to change my train. The doors opened… Btw I was in a regular and not the women’s only coach – why is this little detail important for this post? Well the answer lies ahead.

So where were we? Yes, the doors opened and people began to flood in. I tried to push and nudge my way out but no luck. With a huge sigh I decided to get off at the next station - New Delhi. As I positioned myself close to the exit door I felt a sense of unease run through my body, like someone has pierced their gaze on me or someone is watching me. Suddenly I felt something touch me from behind. With half my mind on trying to get off at the next station I turned thinking it was someone’s bag or hand touching me repeatedly. I turned to see a man in a white kurta (long shirt) staring right at me and he had no baggage with him. In fact both his hands were clenching the railing next to him. But if both his hands were up there what was it that… I got my answer as soon as I lowered my sight. There beneath that long shirt I could clearly see that this man was UNZIPPED. I felt the blood rush to my head, boiling and fuming and fury ran through every nerve in my body.

Within that fraction of a second every single eve teasing incident, every darn face of those guys who had the guts to molest someone I know flashed in my mind. Before I knew my voice escaped my lungs and there I was screaming at the man who dared to mess with me.

‘KYA problem hai?’ (What is your problem?)
‘Kya samjh rakha hai saale?’ (What the hell do you think?)
‘Himmat kaise huyi teri?’ (How dare you?)

These were some of the things I uttered looking right into his eyes. He was startled and started blabbering that he is sorry and insisted that it was his hand that touched me by mistake. Your ‘HAND’ that comes out from your pants? How the hell was your zip open? I was screaming in a coach full of men and women. Did anyone come forward to help or even displayed basic courtesy to ask me what was wrong? The answer was a big unsurprising NO. I turned and spotted two men in fact smirking at me. Their silence tried my patience and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.

I held that (namesake) man’s collar and dragged him out of the train. He was on a loop mode ‘It was my hand, it was a crowded train’. The moment we set foot at the platform he managed to escape. I ran, with all the strength and courage in me, I ran after him making as much noise as I could. A few saw (the tamasha), the others gasped while one man in the uniform began to chase him. I went towards the other side and we managed to get hold of him. I yelled again How dare you? How did you dare to touch me? People like you make Delhi a nightmare for girls? You make us question every time before we step a foot outside. HOW DARE YOU?

People watched the guards dragging a man to the control room and a girl screaming at him. They only watched.

As we took him to the control room he told the police that I am mistaken, it was his hand that touched me by mistake and it could happen to anyone because it was a crowded train. “Ask her… it was my hand”, he said. 15 guards, all men turned towards me as he tried to shame me. But if he had the guts to do it I had the spine to say it. You see anger brings out the strength you never thought you had in you but in my case anger brought out a language I never thought I could use. I was outright and I had all the right to be – “Lift up that kurta and you will know exactly what touched me”. There. I said it out loud and clear. The guards felt outraged and charged at him. Within seconds he begged for an apology and suddenly the hand in question transformed into a part of his body he wished he never had. “Why would this girl lie? After all she is taking the blame on herself”, said the police officer to the criminal infront of me. He committed the crime, I raised my voice and yet somehow the shame was on me. That statement reflected the thought process of our society, in fact it said much more. I argued with the officer and told the man in question that I have lost NOTHING in this entire episode and in fact I will make him pay for this. He immediately begged for an apology and I instead, insisted to file an FIR. After a few calls, 5 friends of mine reached the station to back me up and how? They were equally angered and showed no mercy.

We moved to Kashmere Gate police station and I slapped a sexual molestation case against him. He was arrested and put behind bars immediately. I decided to not let this one go and appeared at the court on Monday to record my statement in front of the magistrate. Meanwhile this man has been moved to Tihar jail and will spend his time behind the bars until he gets bail.

You see there are several measures being taken to make our public spots and transport safe. Someone asked me as to why I did not take the women’s only coach? But honestly that’s not a solution. These reservations in fact paint the idea that it is not ok or safe for women to be in public spaces. It’s debatable, I know but are reservations really improving the situation? Then what would?

I think the answer lies within us. Unless women put forward that is not OKAY for someone to touch and get away with it, nothing will change.

I could just bite the bullet and accept that I was eve teased or molested. Or I can raise my voice and instill the fear in the criminal instead of victimising myself. If this man has the guts to unzip in a metro full of people, he probably started off by doing something less offensive to another girl. Her silence was his encouragement. Remember every time you choose to ignore or walk away, you put someone else in danger.

So I urge women to respect their body and know that it’s okay for you to say that someone touched you without your consent and you have to muster the courage to reach out to the police. I insist please for the sake of womanhood – SPEAK UP!

By Megha Vishwanath

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