The agenda of women empowerment and equality , believe it or not, is the most heated up issue(at least in the GD of company's recruitment process....I have several experiences of that....no offence though). It must be raised though prior to any subject as it is a proven fact that how men have had suppressed women in the society. Awareness has had been raised to a certain limit and this is observed as the women of our generation are nowhere lagging behind men of the same era. But as a monologue comes to my mind from a very famous movie that with great powers come great responsibilities , I certainly want to rectify it as great decisions come along with both pros and cons, boon and curse.
So, here I am, Mrs. Achhi Devi, to tell you an incident , in a quibble and comic way but with great diligence and a profound message.
As it happened last night , while returning home after a hectic day at my office, I found that there was no mini or micro cab available and being a middle class lady I didn't go for sedan/prime option . You know the protocol of the stereotype doesn't allow me to do so. As the "Chola cab Co." has also given a facility of cab sharing , so I thought ," Better if I take a share cab as it will save me some money". And mind you if you think of myself as a miser. I am not a miser , I am just kanjoos. The details of the driver was now visible on my unsmartphone. It displayed
Driver name: Mr. Seedha Ram
Contact no. : 9696969696
Vehicle info.: Nimbu colour
Massan BC_R model
NOT - 0420.
I was waiting for the cab and meanwhile was having a chit-chat with my company's gate keeper, Mr. Aalsi Kumar, who was usually very polite but can turn boorish if anybody dares to wake him up as he is very lethargic too. He can sleep for hours if he is not disturbed. When my cab arrived , I saw a girl of age not more than 25, sitting inside the cab . After telling the driver my drop location, I introduced myself to that young lady sitting beside me. "Miss Badmash Rani" as she told me her name was.
After few minutes when we started our journey, Miss Badmash Rani asked the driver, " Which route are you taking us through?". "This route is secluded and is not safe for us", she added looking to me. I told her," Look beti, the other route is very congested and it will take us about an hour more to reach our destination." "Also",I added,"that we are two ladies and in case something happens I am there and I will call the Police". But she didn't agree. Instead, when the driver tried to explain her, she started shouting, "Stop the car , Stop the caaaar ". Mr. Seedha Ram, out of fear, stopped the car then and there . She got out of the car and asked the driver also to come out."What do you think of yourself? You moron, you tried to get physical with me". And I thought physical, but when did that happen. Oh my God, she was creating trouble for that poor guy. Meanwhile, Mr. Seedha Ram was insisting,"What? What are you saying mam? ". He added, "Mam, Do you have any idea? I have a wife and two daughters. Can you please stop saying those things". Before I could have come out of the car and had explained that young lady , she shouted like anything and all the passer-by came closer to the driver and by hearing the lady shouting and crying they assumed that the driver was at fault . Without wasting any time they all started beating that poor guy whose only fault was to take another lane. I was trying to save the man. But as it seems , it is impossible to handle mob specially in our country and that too for cases like these. After putting lot of efforts, I somehow managed to get Mr. Seedha Ram out of that chaos. Till then Miss Badmash Rani had already informed to the police.
So, here I am, Mrs. Achhi Devi, to tell you an incident , in a quibble and comic way but with great diligence and a profound message.
As it happened last night , while returning home after a hectic day at my office, I found that there was no mini or micro cab available and being a middle class lady I didn't go for sedan/prime option . You know the protocol of the stereotype doesn't allow me to do so. As the "Chola cab Co." has also given a facility of cab sharing , so I thought ," Better if I take a share cab as it will save me some money". And mind you if you think of myself as a miser. I am not a miser , I am just kanjoos. The details of the driver was now visible on my unsmartphone. It displayed
Driver name: Mr. Seedha Ram
Contact no. : 9696969696
Vehicle info.: Nimbu colour
Massan BC_R model
NOT - 0420.
I was waiting for the cab and meanwhile was having a chit-chat with my company's gate keeper, Mr. Aalsi Kumar, who was usually very polite but can turn boorish if anybody dares to wake him up as he is very lethargic too. He can sleep for hours if he is not disturbed. When my cab arrived , I saw a girl of age not more than 25, sitting inside the cab . After telling the driver my drop location, I introduced myself to that young lady sitting beside me. "Miss Badmash Rani" as she told me her name was.
After few minutes when we started our journey, Miss Badmash Rani asked the driver, " Which route are you taking us through?". "This route is secluded and is not safe for us", she added looking to me. I told her," Look beti, the other route is very congested and it will take us about an hour more to reach our destination." "Also",I added,"that we are two ladies and in case something happens I am there and I will call the Police". But she didn't agree. Instead, when the driver tried to explain her, she started shouting, "Stop the car , Stop the caaaar ". Mr. Seedha Ram, out of fear, stopped the car then and there . She got out of the car and asked the driver also to come out."What do you think of yourself? You moron, you tried to get physical with me". And I thought physical, but when did that happen. Oh my God, she was creating trouble for that poor guy. Meanwhile, Mr. Seedha Ram was insisting,"What? What are you saying mam? ". He added, "Mam, Do you have any idea? I have a wife and two daughters. Can you please stop saying those things". Before I could have come out of the car and had explained that young lady , she shouted like anything and all the passer-by came closer to the driver and by hearing the lady shouting and crying they assumed that the driver was at fault . Without wasting any time they all started beating that poor guy whose only fault was to take another lane. I was trying to save the man. But as it seems , it is impossible to handle mob specially in our country and that too for cases like these. After putting lot of efforts, I somehow managed to get Mr. Seedha Ram out of that chaos. Till then Miss Badmash Rani had already informed to the police.
Now, whenever there is an actual crime scene occuring, our policemen never turn up on time, but since there wasn't any ACTUAL crime happening here, they arrived too early. The Inspector got down from his jeep and his name was Mr. Samjhdar Hawaldar(Hawaldar was rhyming with Samjhdar and above all this is my story......I am allowed to do so....so don't judge me....sorry....zyada ho gya....hehe). He asked the young girl about the whole drama( or else I could quote melodrama). After listening to the girl he arrested Mr. Seedha Ram and told Miss Badmash Rani and me to come with him to the police station as we were the witnesses. I joined them as I had to tell Mr. Samjhdar that Mr. Seedha was innocent and he had done nothing. When we arrived at police station, Mr. Samjhdar in complete animosity took Mr. Seedha inside the locker for interrogation. Well in our system a man is convicted guilty by society much before the law does it. Miss Badmash Rani told everything totally against that seedha( innocent) man and after she was done with her fictional story, she was told to sit down at a corner. Now it was my turn to describe the so called crime scene( well they call it mauka-e-wardat....it sounds beautiful in urdu). By the time I delineated the complete scene to one of the constables, we all heard the sound of a policeman shouting inside the locker. It was Mr. Samjhdar's voice. He was yelling at Mr. Seedha Ram. Suddenly we heard the sound of his stick banging at someone and obviously it would have been Mr. Seedha Ram who was brutally treated by the Inspector and he was shouting in pain. I was not terrified that Mr. Seedha was treated that way but I was worried as he was being thrashed when he was guilt-free. After Miss Badmash heard Mr. Seedha shouting she was at relief and she told the constable that she wanted to leave as her parents would be worried. She left with a cunning smile on her face although I still wonder why was she smiling while looking at me. Anyways after she left I ran towards the locker to stop Mr. Samjhdar and to tell him the complete story. To my surprise he wasn't beating Mr. Seedha but was banging his stick against the wall and Mr. Seedha was just shouting at each stroke so that they could just baffle Miss Badmash. Well I really appreciate the work of Mr. Samjhdar as he was clever enough to know who was the culprit in reality.
So, the moral of the story is that......well you can find it on your own......I think you guys are smart enough....or else.....you wouldn't have read this.
