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Food for Thought

Transport Trials
Rejecting Ridicule, Demanding Respect

Farah Ghuznavi

Using virtually any form of transport in Dhaka can be a hazardous enterprise. Not only because of the recklessness of drivers, or even the chaos created by the combination of buses, trucks, private cars, auto-rickshaws, rickshaws and the occasional sleepwalking pedestrian, but because the range of individuals you are likely to encounter covers a wide range of chirias (in fact, the largest selection you are likely to find outside of the average chiria-khana…).

Bus rides, in particular, can be the equivalent of a virtual safari, albeit considerably less exotic and more than averagely weighted in terms of predators. While the diversity of likely encounters is considerable, there are occasions on which it can get just as rowdy as feeding time in the zoo particularly in the Monkey House (providing an irrefutable reminder of our cousinhood with simians). A colleague of mine, Sharmin, was well-known in our office some years ago, for her ability to retain her sense of humour in the face of the most adverse circumstances. However, she herself was quick to admit that her daily bus rides to and from the office severely tried even her exceptionally sunny disposition.

Most days, she would regale us with stories about incidents that she had witnessed or participated in, invariably reducing us to fits of horrified laughter. Despite it all, she kept smiling. One day, after I had asked her the reason behind her continued good humour, she let me in on a secret. Opening her handbag, she whipped out a very large, lethal-looking safety pin “You know, no matter how hard you try, very often somebody will try to touch you on the bus. The problem is, it's usually so crowded that you can't even see the person who's doing it. So when I find the hand of an unidentified man on any part of my body, I don't bother asking questions anymore I just use this!” That was the day I realised that Sharmin's radiant smile masked a steely determination to deal ruthlessly with predatory hands on public transport.

Sharmin's experiences took place several years ago, but I have since been updated by another traveller Polly, who frequently uses Dhaka buses to get her from one place to another, working as a travelling physiotherapy provider. Polly is a feisty, and in my opinion, rather brave young woman. Unlike most people (who tend to be so embarrassed by the harassment they experience that they would rather ignore it than fight back), Polly does not pull her punches. On occasion, literally!

She told me about a recent experience where she had been climbing into a bus when the young man behind her quite deliberately put his hand forward and gripped her breast. “I didn't stop to think about it,” she said, “I just reacted. There was nothing to misunderstand because he made no attempt to remove his hand until I had turned around and given him a tight slap. In fact, I was so angry I slapped him three times, and he still wasn't in the least embarrassed!”

Polly was understandably outraged when the young man's reaction to being slapped was to nonchalantly say “Meye manush boley kichhu bollam na” (“I'm letting you get away with it because you are a woman”)! Even as one of the other passengers dragged him off to the back of the bus, he continued to argue with her. “What was he arguing about?” asked an outraged Polly. “I said to him - What do you mean by saying you are letting me get away with it?! What am I trying to get away with it? You are the one who touched me!”

The truth is, most women travelling on these buses have experienced some variation of this story, though only a few are brave enough to take the kind of action that Polly did. In another instance, an acquaintance of mine, Khaleda, described how utterly exhausted at the end of a draining work day she got on the bus to discover that as usual, all the women's seats were occupied by men. “That day, I had just had enough!” Khaleda said. “I looked at this young man sitting in the women's seats, and I said to him 'you need to get out of my seat'.”

“The funny thing is, he did get up to move to a different seat on the bus, but there was another man there who was very offended by the fact that I had demanded a seat. He addressed all the other passengers, saying “Just look at the way she talks! She's telling him to get off her seat! She should be asking him nicely and saying 'Bhaiya, do you mind getting up and letting me have this seat; I am a woman, you see, and I'm not strong enough to handle this journey standing up.' If she had any shame, she would behave like a normal woman and ask for the seat like that.'”

His comments further inflamed Khaleda, who turned to him and interrupted his grandstanding to the other passengers, by smartly retorting “Are you sure that it would be good enough for me to just ask him for the seat the way that you have described? Perhaps, in your opinion, I should have got down on my knees and begged him for it instead?!”

According to Polly, another source of friction can be the sign above the woman's seats that reads “women, children, disabled”. As she puts it, on more than one occasion, she has seen some wit make a comment along the following lines - “Yes, yes, I suppose you have to give them those seats. After all, it does say women, children and disabled together; I suppose it just makes it clear that women are unfit to handle themselves in public places because they are socially disabled. So you have to take pity on them and let them sit down”…!

One of the reasons why many young women are reluctant to fight for their rights in these situations is that, according to a number of people, when a woman argues back, there is a tendency for public sympathy to go against her (even if she is technically in the right) because her behaviour is perceived as aggressive or “unfeminine”. Understandably, this can be very frustrating, so it's not surprising that some women choose to give way in these circumstances.

But fortunately, I have also heard of instances where other passengers, including male passengers, will stand up for a woman who is trying to get access to what is rightfully hers. So, in a play on the issue of “seats reserved for women, children, disabled”, on one occasion when a group of young men were occupying the women's seats and refusing to give up the seats when a number of women boarded the bus, another young man addressed them sardonically, saying, “It's ok, ladies, we should let them keep the seats since they want them so badly. After all, they are clearly not women or children, so they must be disabled!” Needless to say, this was sufficient to make all of the young men spring up in an attempt to prove their masculinity…


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