Metro diaries: The Pink coach.

Its a crime to travel in the common coach of the Delhi Metro if you are a woman. And I was the criminal.

It was 7 in the morning. I had somehow huffed and puffed my way to the metro station to reach the school I had volunteered to teach at. While I was rejoicing at how despite calling a day pretty late, I still managed to make it on time, a young boy in a school uniform who was stepping down the stairs looked at me, and whistled. And just when I thought the ordeal was over, he went on with the classic "heloooo babieeee" in the most ridiculous accent.

Yes, instead of a good morning I get a mini trailer of the Delhi bwoyz and their awesomeness.I mean can't people wait till at least afternoon to begin this entire "Hey sexy, Hi babey" routine.

The rest of the day went amazing minus the giggles, the regular rowdy comments when I took the rickshaw ride and the display of how chivalry died long back as I struggled with multiple bags while no man in the metro had the courtesy to offer me a seat.

I totally agree that an exclusive women coach is created for the ladies and should be used by them. But who on earth said travelling in the common compartment is forbidden for women now that DMRC has made a reservation for us.

We do not travel by wish, but coz of circumstances.

I am late for college and I run to the metro coz I don't wanna miss my presentation. I obviously won't run around looking for a pink signs when the metro is just about to leave the station.

A male friend is accompanying me for work. So rude to let the poor man suffocate alone while I breathe easy in the women coach.

 Travel in the common coach and men look at you like you just robbed em of their month's salary.There is no space to breathe let alone the idea of slowly moving to the women exclusive area without being groped and touched almost everywhere by a few extremely "active" men around. And when you raise an alarm at the men who try to make full use of the awfully stuffed metro compartment, the answer comes right in your face
 " Public transport hai madam, itni bheed me to hath yaha waha lag hi jate hai"

So what is a poor woman with no driving license supposed to do in the big city?
Looking for answers.

Just another Delhi Girl.