On being asked if Bangalore is safe or unsafe

Is Bangalore safe or unsafe? If Bangalore is not safe then is it our responsibility, or that of the state or corporation to make Bangalore safe? Is Bangalore particularly unsafe for a certain type of woman or is it a certain type of woman that is speaking of feeling unsafe? Moreover what makes it unsafe? I refuse to declare “Bangalore safe” or to declare “Bangalore unsafe” because I am weary of the repercussions of both statements.

I was walking in my neighbourhood and I heard a hissing sound directed at me, followed by a “ baap re”- the usual provocation that we tend to ignore. It came from a security guard. I looked at him and continued to make eye contact until I left the location. He had been spotted, identified, confronted - but not in a manner that would make me feel safer if I walked there the next time.

Following the incident I made it a point to go over to the dhobi couple who iron clothes right opposite the security guard's building and have a friendly chat with them or to simply smile at them each time I passed by. This friendly exchange established me as a member of the locality. I find it comforting. It’s not always strategic; smiling in public can be fun.

Recently, I have been trying to speak in Kannada when I take autos. I have discussed auto unions, traffic jams and my Kannada speaking efforts with the drivers. In this process something has shifted between the potential aggressor and me. I feel less defensive.
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The examples above should not be misinterpreted as urging that “women should do something to make themselves feel safer”. Women always have done things to feel safer. It is unfortunately fear-based and gets manifested in the following ways- carrying silly pepper sprays, blade, nail cutter, safety pins. Many women don’t even step out alone-always in groups, with a male member of the family, or chauffer driven. We fear, we don’t engage, we make the public space more alien; we make ourselves even more vulnerable.

The state recognises this vulnerability and seeks to counter it: for instance, acknowledging sexual violence in public transport, the Bangalore transport corporation has a pink bus- women’s only. It might work on an immediate level but does not really address the issue and serves to further segregate society.

Corporations have also been spurred to action. Following the murder and rape of a BPO employee- Pratibha Murthy (2005), HR officials announced special measures for dropping women home; women were made to feel safer by once again adopting methods that situate them as vulnerable rather than by empowering them.

A part of me is relieved when I hear about ‘reported’ assaults on women, so much in the news recently, here in Karnataka. It demonstrates that finally some women are speaking up, being heard, filing FIRs, and talking to media. The issue becomes ‘urgent’ and important instead of being ‘normal, expected and accepted’. We are no longer dismissing it as ’teasing’.
But alarmingly, the reports introduced a new kind of sexual violence that included women’s clothes being torn off, and brute violence. As a result, a climate of fear developed. For example, I was out for dinner the evening I heard about an assault in the neighbourhood. A gang of men had attacked the individual, punching and tearing off her clothes. Instead of taking an auto back at 10 30 pm, that night I took a taxi (but then, I have that luxury of choice). This was followed by more assaults all within a span of 2 weeks. All reported cases were attacks on a particular type of woman- English-speaking, jeans-wearing, seemingly independent and confident. As a result I had several well wishers cautioning me to dress conservatively- that is in traditional Indian clothes. I found myself hyper alert even during a casual evening walk. On some evenings I had to force myself to walk out in the evening; cell phone in hand. I was equipped. I felt nervous, brave… and exhausted.

In the past I have taken auto rickshaws at 6 am, 11 pm and 1 am. I have been in buses at all hours too. I did that with a sense of adventure and have reached my destination- safe. When the assaults were reported in the city, I found myself feeling like I was taking a risk by hiring public transport at 8 pm.

Being away from the city for a month and returning to no ‘fresh news’ about sexual harassment made me feel calmer. This not to say that there were none. Perhaps they just weren’t reported. Perhaps they happened to women who won’t know how to file an FIR or perhaps never see the point in talking about it. The reasons are infinite. Do we hear stories from middle aged women experiencing sexual violence? Women who live on the streets? Sex workers? These are just some of the provocative questions that recent violence has thrown up. Most importantly, I find myself asking: should we as women continue to deny ourselves the city because it has been declared unsafe? Can we look at current violence as a warning to address male attitudes?

The piece was first published in Elle Magazine. September 2009 issue.


Annie Zaidi said...

Yes, I agree quite a bit ther. Engaging makes you feel less vulnerable. Although we are schooled not to engage, because that way we are 'exposing ourselves' to potential risk. All orts of rubbish is added on by way of support for this theory. Eg: majority of rapists are known to the victim etc.
Well, many of them happen to be family members. How about that? Stop engaging with family too?
It is kind of insidious, because this too is a way of shifting responsibility for 'safety' back onto us. And I might be willing to take some responsbility for how I feel. If I want to feel safe, I suppose I should think of the things that make me feel safe, and work them into my life. If familiar faces and knowing a language helps, perhaps I should do that for my own sake. But I cannot be held to account for the actual lack of safety.

Sue said...

In principle, is there a connection between this kind of integration and the kind that is encouraged amongst Indian students abroad so as to lessen racial attacks?

It's true that if you openly try to make yourself a part of whichever city you live in the city accepts you a little more readily but in the end, I haven't found that to be enough. What worked for me, rather than asking myself if a city was safe, was to keep myself mentally strong -- prepared for trouble but not crouching in fear waiting for it. Know what I'm saying?

jas said...

@ sue. I do know what you're saying and that's exactly what I've been doing for years. keeping myself prepared, staying alert.


i just find being mentally alert a very exhausting experience and when it isnt exhausting it has been so internalized that i dont seem to question it again; therefore the clothes i would wear, where i go, how i go , what mode of transport i take...all these decisions are made to avoid feeling unsafe!

There are still so many women who will say " but i've never ever experienced it" and then i look at their life choices; they just don't go out! they don't step out of the house alone, or without a car if they have one.

anjali is a domestic help and she doesnt quite know her way around. each time she needs to go out her brother comes to pick her up and drop her back. then again- look at shabana in manchester. she hadn't stepped out by herself in 20 years!

i recently met a guy in a workshop who said " i don't get 'eve teasing', can we talk about something else? i would rather walk daydreaming about the rain." i told him he had the 'luxury' to day dream while walking. if i day dream, or the last time that i was day dreaming, i was groped! but that should not stop me from saying " i will day dream in public" but its just that i feel 'responsible' for my own safety and therefore cannot space out on the street.

but then why must i have to take charge of my own safety. isn't it of concern to 'society', 'state', 'public'.

having said all this i know that each time i go out i have to stay alert...some would call behaving otherwise "asking for it" :)

im hoping that we actually begin to expect that we will be made to feel safe; not in existing short cut formulas of further dividing transport, or having men accompany us where we go but in ways of getting other 'strangers' to be less 'strange' perhaps?

i find myself less defensive when im walking 'without apology'; there's a sense of trust in public and in me when i walk smiling, looking at people, with my chin up etc etc.
the experience is less exhausting than walking with a frown and in defense mode.

Anonymous said...


If I want to bring attention to eve teasing going on in chennai in a busy locality, whom should I contact. I am not the affected, not in this particular case. But the incidents are increasing. I highly doubt complaints to police will result in anything. The location the busy corner of vijayargava rd and anna salai and the miscreants are auto drivers.

Thank you.

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