When I was molested (as unfortunate as it is) by a pedestrian (touched private area and bruised my hand), the crowd took class on our dress and let the guy go, until the AP police got him…
REAL STORY: Indian hypocrisy
Time: 20:20 (or so), early 2012
So, me and three girl friends decided to check out how and what was the so called Ladies Night Out. We got a senior female who could get us in because she knew the owner or so and the best thing was we didn’t need an ID card. (I was 19 and the legal age to drink in India is 21).
I wore my happy fun sexy time dress, which was sleeveless and just above the knee. Not too tight as much as the satin beauty. I will try to find if I’ve a pic of that dress.
We got an Auto in front of EFL-U Gate No: 1, where the security guards stood under the invisible chandeliers and solid stone arch bearing the University Initials. Such grandeur and we were already in high hopes to drink happily and for me, visit the first pub a.k.a night club or bar of my life.
We were headed for Taj Vivanta in Begumpet. A man friend (mutual) was around as he was heading home too. WWe got an auto from right in front of the gate. Three of us snuggled in with me at the window seat. Now the gate was always crowded, there are many outlets, SBI ATM, two paanwallah, a chai wallah and an Auto Stand, if not the speed bump that did not pause life enough at the gate.
Suddenly out of the dark, a hand grabbed my breasts and squeezed it. I held the arm and a key dropped into the auto. I don’t know if I was screaming because two friends got out of the Auto and went running behind the guy. Also, the guy had scratched all over my arm.
Yes, everything happened in a wink and he was running. Seeing the senior and my bff had caught him, I ran to the crowd only to find that there was no guy and the crowd had stopped the girls calling us immoral. They commented on our culture to dress and never asked what happened.
This is the Indian Hypocrisy that does quite wash up on a Ganga!
Yes, we were pussies because we badly wanted to go away from all that and we got another auto. We’d reached the Begumpet flyover and this mutual friend who had bid us goodbye after the commotion calls.
Him- “These people have stopped me from going. They’re demanding a key or so. His friend is here. They slapped me.”
We turned the Auto around and I called the guy I was dating at the time. By the time we reached, there was a few hundred students and some localities in front of the gate. Our fears were very well taken care of.
They were demanding the key, which we said, we lost.
Later when the hullaballoo calmed down, four of us secretly threw it into our favorite Heritage Pool.
The rest is that I wrote and FIR and we (together) filed the complaint. That’s when I actually saw how blue black his hold on my arms were in that few seconds. It took a month or so for it to disappear. Students took the bike inside.
WHEN THE POLICE FOUND THE CULPRIT: Indian hypocrisy
The AP (Andhra Pradesh at the time) police found the guy six months later.
When they called us to identify the guy, I couldn’t quite remember him. My best friend did. She identified him and the Police asked us to withdraw the case as the culprit was an suicidal, an exam aspirant, son of a judge and father of a two year old daughter, we didn’t budge first. Then, he apologized wholeheartedly and my best friend gave a beautiful lecture on what can happen if the same happens to his daughter with people like him as well as her spite if he kills himself.
He seemed very guilty and apologetic and a changed man. There was not much to think of when he was crying and saying he’d tried killing himself.
The Commissioner (Osmania University) asked us to withdraw us with a reason that parents were pressuring us. But, my parents didn’t (another hypocrisy on the part of the cops right?) and I wrote as I’d to move off from Hyderabad for pity’s sake because the culprit’s dad was begging us and that seemed really weird.
When the crowd disappeared, the commissioner, someone named Asok, thanked us for the courage or so and asked what would we want as a gift. That friend, she said ‘dairy milk silk’. So we got a police to buy us two giant Dairy Milk Silk and bid goodbye until next time.
PS: I had to lodge another complaint too and it was thanks to the friends and campus vigilantes, but still horrific too and a woman assault crime. That, for another day. One day, I should go to Osmania University Police Station and get a copy of both the FIRs.
Moral of the Story
Sadly, I never go out without a jacket or at least a shawl now. Stupid silly times!