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Exchanged Places.

“Sister , do you mind exchanging places?”

The first thing I noticed was his hair , longer than the girl next to him. He was sleek, mostly like my batch-mates from the university.

Bemused I stood amidst smelly shirts and adamant heads , unable to figure out that the voice was meant for me. In a jiffy ,

I shook my head and we exchanged places. I took the corner near the gate right next to the lady he accompanied.

Five minutes earlier ..

I was late for my university examination. Having missed the 9.05 metro , I was left with no time to reach the allotted examination center. I had somehow rushed through the queue , down the escalator and managed to push myself as the door slided open. Metro railways in my city work perfectly fine but using it as a means of commutation during the office hours is a dreaded task.

Since I had somehow managed to reach the metro station in a hurry , I had missed the door to the ladies section and getting in the general area was even dangerous. Mostly a daredevil stunt, we were taught. No matter what, I had sneaked in anyhow with intentions to tackle the crowd that left me aghast.

Oh yes, missing the special section devoted to us the ladies, did not promise good news for a thirty minutes ride.

“For any lady traveling alone , it isn’t a safer option.” 
My mom always frets about.

I remember how I had tried all practical justifications on equality to make her believe that we belonged to the 21st century but all in vain. An ordeal every Indian girl would relate to.
Nevertheless, it was just not my day to find a place to where I belonged – ‘The Ladies Compartment’

The bag-pack I carried was right in front of me and I struggled to hold myself straight against the jerking.

Minutes into a song I felt a touch as if someone nudged my shoulder. I struggled with my earphones and the crowd seemed ruthless.
“I’d rather keep it away” spoke my saner self.

I felt it again.

Every face I saw was as old as my father is.
But then, what moved at the back?
I could sense someone leaning in, someone camouflaging me and my movements.

Just when he made that call,
“Sister , do you mind exchanging places?”

        Yes , I had nodded a thank you and he had returned the smile.

But NO.

It’s not that I was a girl in distress who needed help.
It’s not that I am incapable of dealing with something that all of us are battling daily.
It’s not that I were to endure anything that is not an outcome of my fault.

In a country that thrives to develop and break free inhibitions, it’s all in our genes to face , to stand and to raise our voice against injustice. We’ve been raised to serve ourselves our own safety in a world that hardly cares.

So what he did barely mattered.

Or maybe it did? 

And maybe it does?

He could have been a mere spectator.
A silent spectator.
He could have shut his eyes and pretended to be blind.
He could have shook his head to anything that might have happened.
I wouldn’t have been amazed. ‘Cause that’s what I’ve grown up watching.

But what he did has left me startled.

To that guy I met in Kolkata metro at 9.15 am on 2nd June, 2016.

“Thank You BHAI”

Not for saving a girl from a situation that shames the society. 
But for exchanging places to know how it feels.

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Also she is a crazy dancer, an ardent cricket fan and a radio FM if hit upon with the same wavelength. :)

95 thoughts on “Exchanged Places.

  1. Words resembling picturesque .. Hats off to the guy and you too for writing this so beautifully.. And making us realize good people and humanity do exist..
    Beautiful.. *_*

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  2. Now,this is writers pen spellbounded so beautifully articulates the whole scenario and yes,not all fingers of the hands are similar some men are really the men.Hatts off to that person.I remind a quote for him”The world is full of rascals, i choose to be an honest so that a rascal is less from the world’.

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  3. WOOOH! Now this was not what I was expecting when I started reading it. YES TO EQUALITY. You have written a inspiring piece for women and men alike. We are not meant to be segregated as a people but unified and respectful to each other xx

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    1. I’m glad that you know of someone as selfless as this man. Also, I’m glad to know of such men myself.
      Definitely show this piece of dedication to him and thank him for being the man he should be and he is. πŸ™‚

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  4. Oh my God wow. What a true gentleman willing to put himself in your shoes and not join in on the suffering you had to endure. Hats off to him and to you for this blog post, very well written. I’m glad you’re safe!

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    1. A true gentleman indeed. I couldn’t meet him again but if I happen to meet him ever I’d definitely want him to know he is a true gentleman.
      And don’t worry, aren’t we just as capable to save ourselves? We are safe till we do not depend on others. πŸ™‚

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      1. We’re indeed capable and that’s very true; you can’t rely on others to keep you safe. The reason I said I’m glad you’re safe is just that anything could have happened and I’m glad that nothing did happen.

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  5. This is such a big deal in today’s world. Logically speaking this should be something every human should do. But looking at our current situation I am so grateful that people like this man exists. You live in Kolkata? I am in Kolkata too.

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    1. Exactly my point Tanya. Something that should be so common is so rare that we end up celebrating humanity these days.
      And yes , born and brought up in this city of Joy. Glad to meet you. πŸ™‚

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  6. Your writing made a visual of the incident..Take a bow to that..But dont be late again because time ll not be the same…Everything in the world is next to our safety…Stay gud and be safe n secure always…nicely penned..

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  7. After so many people complimenting !! All I can say is somewhere somehow our generation is leading up to the change !! Yes we are the new age people who don’t just talk but do !! To the amazing bhai you met and to you, cheers!!!

    And well, Happiest Diwali!

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  8. I’m excited to discover this website. I want to to thank you for ones time just for this fantastic read!!
    I definitely appreciated every part of it and
    I have you bookmarked to see new things in your site.

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    1. Hello there.
      Thank you very much for the kind words of appreciation. It is absolutely a pleasure to be read and be thought of so well. I hope you enjoy reading always and I’ll try not letting the words fall short. Stay blessed.😊

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  9. Aw, this was an incredibly nice post. Spending some time and actual effort to create a great article…
    but what can I say… I procrastinate a whole lot and don’t manage to get
    anything done.

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