In a city where the average person spends more than 18 hours a day working (either at the office, or home) it's increasingly obvious why more and more people today are single. Most don't find the time to date, those that do can't balance it, and those that can juggle all of it, often can't find the confidence to commit to married life yet. Quite understandable. However, there's also the other side, where those who aren't troubled from either of these situations but 'choose' to be single either for a definite or indefinite period of time. Now, this may be something that the average Indian does not understand.
Picture this situation: A couple is out on an evening, they decide to stop by at a bar for a drink. At that very bar is sitting a pretty young lady just making conversation with the bar tender having a glass of wine. While she’s at it, she glances around the room - to look for familiar faces; waiting for someone, enjoying the crowd – who knows. The guy in the couple checks her out and wonders “hmm... I wonder what she’s doing here all by herself. Maybe waiting for someone, maybe a regular, maybe stood up, maybe a hooker.” The girl in the couple catches his eye, notices the girl at the bar and thinks, “Slut! Only a slut would be here all by herself!” Now all energy for the evening is spent in ensuring that ‘the slut’ doesn’t get any attention from her guy. She may even pass an appalling remark to voice her opinion on the ‘single woman at the bar’.
This isn’t pure fiction. I completely relate to this situation. Here’s what happened to me – this will be shocking for many to read; but it’s true. My car, parked in its usual spot outside my building, is covered with red-oxide paint drops one day and after inspecting I learn that the shop keeper (who has his shop there since three years now) has recently fitted a grill and had it painted. So I go over and ask him why he didn’t ask me to move the car if he knew it was going to be covered with the paint. The shop keeper was really rude and unconcerned about my problem and just casually brushed away my complaint and headed back inside his shop to continue his business. After I got mad a few people from the street gathered around (like they always do in our brotherhood country). After hearing and seeing my problem the crowd decided the shop keeper ought to clean the spots out for me. Thinking this was the end of it, I went back home hoping to see a clean car in the evening. Later that evening, I’m at my window in my ground floor apartment and a lady comes over the window and curses me saying I have no right to yell at her man and that I have been abusive because anything that comes out from the mouth of a woman like me is a curse, and that she would smash my car window. That’s when it occurred to me that she was the shop keeper’s wife! I asked her what the issue was and when the whole problem began with the paint falling on my car how was it my fault?? The lady, with no connection whatsoever, retorted to the fact that I had no right to talk to anyone because of my so called ‘reputation’. I was shocked! What reputation was she talking about? By then I could see people sticking their heads out of their windows from neighbouring apartments and even people around the building gathering from afar to listen. I couldn’t just stay quite about this, so I stepped out. In the mean while, the woman keep shouting, calling me names vaishya, kutti, dhanda wali. I couldn’t believe my ears and suddenly my world started spinning. Fortunately my neighbour joined me when she heard the fight and we confronted the lady asking her what gave her the right to opine such things about me, more over when the issue was completely unrelated. What she said next perhaps changed the way I openly trusted people around me. Apparently, there is no room for a girl who lives singly in society. Every time I had gone out at night partying or for a movie and stepped out in my party casuals into my car or had a friend pick me up I was supposedly ‘going for dhanda’. Every time I stayed over at my Grandpa’s or cousin’s or friend’s and returned home in the morning (in the same outfit) indicated that I had a successful night and conned some rich man. Being the tomboy that I am, because I hang with ‘the guys’ proved the fact that I was a slut! And all these fantasies built up in the minds of these low people because everyone observes the single woman! This woman who apparently is a school teacher had to be right (according to her husband who justified that his wife was entitled to say what she was saying when my friendly neighbour objected). Crowds standing by of course said nothing but enjoyed the fun of what was turning into a cat fight.
I’m not sure if I’m going to let what people think change my life, but I will say that I no longer am comfortable in anything I do because I am now aware of every eye on my back.
Happy Independence to the single Indian woman! (whenever the day comes)