On the sidelines of a press conference of the Bangalore Bus Prayaanikara Vedike (commuters’ forum), a survivor of sexual harassment narrated her recent experience on the city’s Metro. She’d complained to the police, who hauled in the perpetrators – white collar employees of a prestigious global brand.

She got them to the police station with some difficulty. A staff member of the Metro had resented having to help her by locating the CCTV tapes and so on.

The now chastened young men pleaded with her, saying one of them had to head back to his job in the Middle East and his visa status would be affected in case he faced criminal charges.

She decided not to file a formal complaint, even though a police constable urged her to do so, saying, “people such as these need to be taught a lesson”.

That the young men had spent a few hours in the cooler and had received beatings from the cops was good enough for her. (Police beatings and torture are routine and it is taken for granted that they happen – and even should happen – never mind constitutional provisions and the heck with the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights.)

“I’m sure they’ll never do it again,” she said, defending her decision to let the perpetrators go scot free. (How can she be so sure?)

She admitted that in most instances police would not have cooperated with women approaching them with complaints of sexual harassment. They normally have little time for ordinary citizens. But in her line of work she and her colleagues deal with the cops day in and day out.

It was a rare instance of the police showing far greater alacrity than the survivor of sexual harassment to book an offender.


A couple of weeks ago, the driver of a public bus in Bangalore verbally abused and slapped a 16-year-old. He had asked her to move back in the bus, using abusive language. She’d said: “uncle, I will, but there’s no space”. The bus was crowded. He got up from his seat, asked her, “how dare you talk back to me?” and slapped her.

Unbeknown to him then, he’d picked on the daughter of a trade unionist. Madina Taj of the Garment and Textile Workers Union complained to the police and to his employers, the Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation (BMTC).

Ms Taj (her name is being used here with her concurrence) says she has faced great pressures since then to drop the complaint. BMTC officials, the police, the head of the school where her daughter studies, the office of a Member of the Legislative Assembly … they have all been leaning on her.

“Why are you making such a big issue of it? … He made a mistake… He’s sorry … Bus drivers too are under a lot of pressure … Think of his family … You’re a trade unionist… He too is a worker… Think of his future…”

Hello, a young person was traumatised, she was unfairly subjected to verbal and physical violence, her family was traumatised… Will someone please think about her, her mother – who has handled numerous cases of harassment of all sorts as a trade unionist – and the rest of her family?


Strange is this society in which survivors of sexual harassment, assault, violence and worse are expected to – and some even feel they need to – show consideration, understanding, concern, compassion and the rest of it for the perpetrators!

Either that or blood lust – otherwise sensible men and women get screaming: “Hang the rapists!”

About walkerjay

The author, N. Jayaram, a journalist now based in Bangalore after more than 23 years in East Asia (mainly Hong Kong and Beijing) and 11 years in New Delhi, was with the Press Trust of India news agency for 15 years and Agence France-Presse for 11 years and is currently engaged in editing and translating for NGOs and academic institutions.
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  1. Garima Singhal says:

    I totally concur with what you are saying, the pacifist attitude of ‘chod do’ or ‘jaane do’. This actually happened to me recently and please bear with me while I narrate this incident.

    I was driving home at 4 pm in the afternoon, after having just picked up chicken from the butcher. I was taking one of the by-lanes in bytaranpura to get home, and this is one of those narrow lanes where two cars can hardly pass. I was in a centrally locked car with windows rolled up. Another car grazed my car and dented both the right side doors. I didn’t want to kick up a fuss since I was alone (and thought, chod do- jaane do), so I just drove by. All of a sudden, a biker maniac started following and honking at me. I thought he needed something, so I stopped. He leveled with me and started knocking on my window. I rolled it down just a little to ask him what happened. He is like get out of the car. I asked him why- he said- because I damaged the other car (completely unrelated to this biker- the driver of the other car was already off). I said I am not getting off and I rolled my window and drove off. He sped up and came right up to me and I won’t have been bothered if not for one of those nasty speed bumps where one has to go down in speed. He parked his bike in front of my car and started banging on all the windows and systematically trying all the doors. Then he started picking up rocks, which is when I panicked. Another car drove by and saw what was happening, but didn’t stop to help. Somehow, on that narrow stretch, I reversed and drove off. He followed me. I thankfully had the presence of mind to call my institute, which wasn’t very far off, and they sent about 10 security guards and drivers to my aid, who then arrived. By then, I also called 100 screaming. The cops arrived, and they asked me to let the guy go, because it wasn’t such a big deal, and ‘what had he done to me’? Also, they were pretty pissed off that I didn’t speak Kannada and was taking the help of our security men to communicate with the cop. Every body- cops, random bystanders, random people (except for our own security) started trying to convince me to let it go. I finally had to, because I was leaving for Spain the next day and I would not have been able to leave if I had followed it up!

  2. I totally get “Strange is this society in which survivors of sexual harassment, assault, violence and worse are expected to – and some even feel they need to – show consideration, understanding, concern, compassion and the rest of it for the perpetrators!” because I found myself in the same position with my recent issue on sexual harassment that I posted about on Facebook. This aspect has been bothering me and I mean to explore it in a blog that is overdue.
    On the 1st incident you related, yea, I saw this Delhi chick slap the shit out of this dude with a police man just by her side. Tweets here: https://twitter.com/MickeySugarles/status/361823608525434880

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