TOI intern escapes kidnap bid in Gurgaon
Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 2:36 pm
This type on incident yet again highlights the need for women to be armed and prepared to defend themselves.
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TOI intern escapes kidnap bid in Gurgaon
TNN | May 11, 2016, 07.50 AM IST
Gurgaon: Tanya Shrivastava, a 21-year-old journalism student who is on a summer internship with The Times of India, had just stepped out of the TOI office in Gurgaon's Udyog Vihar and was walking down an unlit road when an auto stopped beside her. Its driver grabbed her arm and tried to pull her in.
The auto had been following her for a while, sneaking up slowly behind her, taking advantage of the dark stretch.
The driver's first move was to offer her a free ride. When she said no, he lunged at her. She screamed so loud that other people on the road stopped, and the auto sped away. She immediately dialled the women's helpline number, 1091, but couldn't connect when she needed it most.
The following is her account, which exposes the government's extreme apathy towards ensuring something as basic as streetlights that work and helpline numbers that are accessible at all times. "Like most north Indian cities, Gurgaon isn't a place that makes women commuting alone feel safe, particularly at night. My mother often gets worried about me walking to the Moulsari Avenue Rapid Metro station from my office in Udyog Vihar Phase-3 every evening. But the 1km walk had never worried me during my short stay in Gurgaon, except for the streetlights that I wished were functional. On May 9, this confidence was shattered. It was around 8pm when I started my walk to the Metro from the office. I was on the road opposite Trident hotel when I heard an auto creeping up behind me.
I could not step off the road to the kerb to avoid walking in front of the auto. Stacked with felled trees, the pavement was inaccessible. The auto driver asked me where I wanted to go and offered a ride. I declined and kept walking. But my reply had no effect on him. He kept following me, appearing to grow in confidence in the same darkness that made me break into cold sweat. I was scared. The horror stories I had heard about experiences of other women swam in my head.
He kept telling me he was going in the same direction as I was even though I never mentioned where I was headed. He kept telling me I should take the ride. When I didn't respond, he switched to English, saying, "I am being kind to you. I will not ask for money."
I pretended not to hear and walked on, but the rising fear made me walk faster, which was a giveaway that I was afraid. The auto driver probably sensed that and made a lunge at me, grabbing my arm to pull me inside. I jumped back in shock and screamed, as loudly as I could. There were some others walking on the road who stopped to see what had happened. The sudden attention forced the driver to speed away.
I tried to note down the number but could only catch the first two digits, a 7 and a 9, in the darkness before he took a left turn on to NH-8. I knew he would be long gone by the time I could alert the cops but I still tried the women' helpline, 1091. It was one of the few numbers my mother had made me remember before I shifted to Delhi. Typing in the number, I waited for the call to connect. It didn't go through in the first attempt. In the second, there were a couple of rings and then silence. Maybe, it was a bad signal. I could not get through.
Not knowing what to do next but very sure that I wasn't going to hang around there, I started walking briskly towards the Metro station. It was only after I entered the area under CCTV surveillance that I felt safe.