The first time I
looked at her, I just kept looking for few seconds with eyes wide open. There wasn’t
anything extraordinary about her. Spotless white uniform, grey hair neatly tied
into a bun, a simple look with not even a trace of makeup, yet she looked
graceful and radiant in her own right.
She was the lady
traffic controller at the traffic signal near my office.
We had recently
relocated from Delhi to Mumbai. I was anyway dealing with a sea of cultural change;
however, a lady traffic controller was a sight I don’t remember having
witnessed in Delhi. The first day I saw her, I called up my husband after
reaching office.“You know what, they have lady traffic controllers here!” I told him with enthusiasm and surprise. He
seemed equally surprised. We briefly discussed how it would be if we started having
the same in Delhi. Delhi is already known to be very unsafe for women and
almost every rash driver has his HiFi links protecting him. Even if they have
women traffic controllers in Delhi, I wonder if people would let them do their
work in peace. Being born and brought up in Delhi, I knew that women traffic
controllers would just become new eye candies and who knows the brats would break
rules just to strike a conversation with a good looking lady traffic
controller.
I thought of telling
her this and asking about her opinion, perhaps know more about her and how she
manages this predominantly men’s job. But, fearing that she might get offended,
I decided to stay mum.
Few months passed
like that. She became a part of my daily commute to work and often, when I
crossed the signal on foot, I gave her a smile which she promptly reciprocated.
My appreciation for her grew more on a particular morning when the signal
lights stopped working due to some technical default. Her male colleague might
have gone to check the matter as she was alone. There she was, managing a
chaotic and busy traffic signal, sans traffic lights all by herself, that too
during peak office hours! For a moment, I stood nearby, impressed by the discipline
she maintained, for not even a single person dared disobey her orders.
I was in my 8th
month of pregnancy when I finally had a chance for a tete a tete with her. She
used to notice me cross the signal with a huge baby bump every morning and
often, ensured I crossed the road before she let the traffic open.
One afternoon as I
was out for a stroll post lunch, luckily she was on a break while her male colleagues
were managing the traffic. Not wasting a moment, I walked up to her and
appreciated her for the good work. “Madam, main to bas meri duty karti hai” (Madam,
I just do my duty) was all she said with a smile. I then told her I was from
Delhi, the safety concerns of women there and what would happen if women
started manning traffic signals there. She listened to me with a smile, and
then told me that in her tenure of 11 years, not even once had she faced any
trouble for being a woman – something that increased my respect and
appreciation for the people of Mumbai.
A mother of 2, Durga
(name changed) came from a humble background. The sole breadwinner of their
family, her husband had succumbed to a road accident. Burdened by financial
troubles, this mother of 2 decided to maintain her dignity and raise her
children on her own sans any financial help from her parents. Choosing this
profession was more of a personal choice, since Durga wanted to ensure no more
lives are lost to violation of traffic rules.
But it wasn’t a
cakewalk for her. Long hours of strenuous duty left her completely drained. By
the time she reached home, there was a pile of housework waiting for her
attention. Since those were crucial career years for her daughter, she didn’t want
to burden her with house work and somehow managed everything by herself. However,
her colleagues were more than happy to help. After all, God helps those who help themselves. The male colleagues deployed with her often swapped
places when she appeared tired and let her take breaks. Also, the wife of a
colleague staying nearby offered to help the kids with their studies by
charging a nominal fee for tuition. For Durga, a headstrong woman with oodles
of dignity, a complete waiver would have anyways been unacceptable.
Today, her daughter
is studying in college and her son is preparing for IIT entrance exam, she tells me with
a proud smile.
Not all people come
triumphant from adversities of life. Women like Durga command even a higher respect. In a situation where an ordinary woman would have gone blank with shock,
she thought of taking it on herself to erase the cause that not only took away
her husband, but also poses a threat to other lives.
For me, she is no
less than goddess Durga herself, with her many hands managing many
responsibilities, and ensuring that the good wins over the evil.
On my maternity break
now, I can’t wait to meet Durga again and tell her how she continues to inspire
me everyday!
This contest is
written for #SpreadTheVibe contest by @YouthKiAwaaz and @indiblogger
A very inspiring story.Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteIn Navi Mumbai, you would come across a/an lady auto rickshaw driver(s). When I had found out, I was gobsmacked. I always used to wonder how she ferried all male passengers also in evenings and compete in male dominated rickshaw industry. Years later, she still works and does multiple share-auto trips in a day. Kudos to her and Durga who continue to inspire us women, that nothing is impossible until it's done.
ReplyDeleteExcellent story Shaivi. Loved reading it. These are the everyday heroes that go unsung and un-noticed, quietly contributing their mite to society, without much fanfare and ensuring in their own way that no one else has to suffer the loss like theirs. Really amazing. Thanks for writing.
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ReplyDeleteCongratulations for the win. The post deserved it.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Shaivi. Inspiring and well deserved post! :)
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Lovely post Shaivi. Deserved a win :)
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