Let’s start by saying that it was not a usual afternoon for me. Standing and clicking, I saw the joy in these young women when they spoke about their stories, where they have reached, and what they have achieved in life. When I do hear their stories, I question many a times about what I have been doing with my life.
It was three in the afternoon, and I have never spent an afternoon such as this one at Cubbon Park. They had already gathered and it took Priyanka and me a good 5 minutes to walk to the interiors and find these young women. We gathered to discuss the December 11, 2013 judgement by the Supreme Court, personal stories and violence and injustice faced by the sexual minorities, especially transgender community at the hands of the police. I was taking pictures for documentation and also for Akkai Padmashali, an activist, who will be a speaker at the TedX event to be held in Bangalore.
In just about 10 minutes, a man came and stood next to the group, and listened to the conversation.
Why are you taking pictures madam. What is happening?
Its for a project.
You should come in the evening. You will find more of them.
I told him to move aside since he was coming into my frame, and continued to do what I was supposed to. They chose Cubbon Park because this space had stories and experiences which shaped their lives. They chose this space because it held meaning in their lives and here they were discussing the most current and pressing issue.
They finished the discussion and then asked me if I could click some solo pictures and email it to them. After a group photo for conclusion, they wanted me to take some pictures near this tree.
During this time, another man decided to be a part of the group, but passively. He followed us till he realised that I had a camera.
This tree held no significance to me till the time I went there. From posing near the tree, to playing with a branch, we heard stories of survival, clicked a few pictures till the time we were interrupted by a group of security guards. I wasn’t aware of these security guards and was a little amazed at their interest in our gathering.
Why are you here?
We have a meeting, and we are clicking some pictures.
Even before this conversation continued, two constables joined the gathering.
So what are all of you doing here? Why are you here?
We are having a meeting and clicking some pictures.
People like you should not be here.
How can you say that? Take it back. This is a public space.
In between this conversation, he takes notice of my camera and me standing on a side, pointing the camera at him.
You tell me madam. What is happening here?
We are from a radio station. I am taking pictures. We are having a meeting. That’s all. Why is it so hard for you to believe?
Nothing like that madam. We are saying this for safety. Why are you inside here? You can all sit outside on the benches and have the meeting.
In between all of this, I could not help but notice his tone. I wanted to punch him.
This is a public space. We are not breaking any rules or regulations. So I don’t think you are needed here.
Let’s move on and not waste time here.
We walked out of Cubbon Park and I could not stop thinking of wanting to punch him. But he might not be the only one thinking like this. And obviously, me wanting to punch him or people like him is not the solution.
I remember reading an article related to growing violence against women in the country and it said something which I still remember and may be it might work here. It said that mindsets have to be changed, but changing mindsets is a process. It takes time. May be generations. But what can change immediately is the law. The law to protect people against such mindsets. The law which is non-discriminatory. The law which is equal and not biased. The law which respects human rights and their right to live with dignity.