Thursday, 16 February 2012

Is it safe for women to travel alone in India?

I have been reading some about this lately and the general consensus seems to be that yes, it is unsafe. However, I have been travelling alone for 27 years now - yes, we reveal our age in public interest. And I have had problems about thrice so far. I have used all forms of travel - air, train, bus, tractor, ferry; I even hitched a ride on a truck once. Other than a long lecture from the driver on my foolishness, nothing happened. That was, of course, a one-off and I wouldn't recommend it to others. I have travelled at all times of the day and night - I hope I am not daring fate by saying this!

My worst experiences have been in city buses, especially Delhi of yore - where I have been mauled and received no support from anyone else. In Madras (not today's Chennai), I have had tough times in buses, but if I asked for help then the guy is pummelled. The critical thing is to ask.

I do take some precautions.

1. I will avoid reaching or leaving Delhi late at night or too early in the morning. Other metros - I am not so worried. But I still have my time limits for each place.

2. I will dress in loose clothing and have a scarf or dupatta once I go north of Goa.

3. No logic to this, but blue denim jeans still attract attention. Other trousers don’t. I haven’t understood this.

4. I will talk to someone else in the train or bus - usually a family with at least one woman. Ask them where they are going, comment on the weather, anything, but strike up a conversation or at least exchange smiles.

5. Smiling - don’t make the mistake of smiling at a guy - young or old. But do smile at other women or their children. Typically they become more helpful then.

6. Accept that you are giving up a little of your independence by initiating contact with others - a small compromise to make if and when there is a problem. So by reaching out to others you run the risk of them asking you a zillion questions and then telling you how to live your life - but in return you get solid support when you need it.

7. I also make sure that I don’t pull out my computer, camera, wallet full of money when I travel. Fortunately MP3 players have become common even in the remotest parts of India.

8. If I have to take a taxi late at night, I will go for a reputed name even if it costs a bit more. Akbar Travels is quite reliable even in the smaller towns. Given Google, I find out before I reach, what transport is available.

9. This is usually useless, but I carry my Swiss knife and have given at least one person in a bus a nasty poke with the corkscrew.

10. If I travel alone I will avoid the First AC compartment since it can be locked from inside. I have had a TTE try to lure me inside once. I fled in search of a family right away and got the guy to exchange places with me.

11. Overall people in India are helpful - especially away from the metros. There are the occasional rotten eggs, and I use my instincts on whom I trust and whom I don't.

Any women travellers want to share your experiences?

Gouthami

Friday, 10 February 2012

A trip to Sowcarpet, Chennai, 3rd February 2012




Sowcarpet (சௌகார்பேட்டை) is a sprawling neighborhood in the northern part of Chennai, India. It is a bustling commercial area of the city and a range of wholesale markets are located here. Sowcarpet is one of the oldest neighborhoods of the city with narrow streets and vintage buildings. The place bustles with business seven days a week, and there is hardly anything one cannot buy in Sowcarpet. I wonder why its called that though! Anyway, I went there on the 3rd of feb, a friday to look at the cycle rickshaws that still ply there along with a few students. And took a few pictures... We got off at Parry's Corner bus stand and stood gaping for a while at the chaos of it all.

This picture is taken from the top of a building there.





























A cycle van carrying plastic pots of water

















We hired 2 rickshaws and in a blur of traffic, we went the wrong way of the road for what seemed hours. There were traffic police, pedestrians, buses, auto rickshaws, vendors of all sorts, but no one stopped us.





























Till we reached Sowcarpet!














And it was just as we imagined it.

























An old broken house on Mint street

The Church on Armenian Street