By Anonymous
Sharing a horrid anecdote which happened to my friend in one of the courts of the Capital of India.
I have been working as an advocate in Delhi for nearly two years now. To say that it has been a tough journey would be a gross understatement. I have faced prejudice in courts because I am a woman, been told by some colleagues in court that litigation is not for women, however, I let nothing deter me because I know, somewhere, another woman has it worse than me.
However, something I faced recently has disturbed me a lot. It was a happy Monday morning and I reached Saket District Court to appear for a defendant in a money recovery suit. What I had expected to be an ordinary, uneventful day turned out to be one of the most disturbing days of my life.
Sitting in one corner of the room, waiting for my case to be called out, my hair tied in a bun became a little loose. Almost instinctively, I tied up my hair again within 5 seconds maybe. Suddenly, I see the Senior Civil Judge and the court clerk calling me to the front. Now, I was made to stand in the centreof the Courtroom, like a criminal and told, “Madam do you think this is a place to do a hair styling?” I was shocked and outraged and responded, “Your Lordship I was not styling my hair here.” I was met with a threat here, “Oh really, I have cameras in the courtroom, do you want me to show you?”. I was baffled and had no idea how to respond. I was then explained that I should leave the courtroom, and go the washroom if I wish to tie my hair. Is it wrong to think that it’s outrageous, demeaning and harassment?
And it did not end here.
The lawyer whose case was actually being heard before the judge so kindly decided to give me all his attention, sought to intervene. He said to me, “Sorry bol do”. Before I could respond, this Judge begins conversing with the lawyer, “VakilSahab, ye poore baal sahi kar rahi thi apne.” Yes, I was a subject of discussion with a third party in a courtroom, while I was present in the courtroom. And no, I was not combing my hair in the middle of the courtroom. Who knew, a simple act of tying my hair could become the highlight of my day.
I have given this deep thought. I wonder is this the kind of safe space, we are offering young girls, perhaps, who have fought to reach here. Should women always be conscious that their actions do not offend a man in the room?
And assuming that “my conduct” was unprofessional and wrong, was it appropriate to call me to the centre of the courtroom and make fun of me and embarrass me to satisfy his own superiority complex? If “my conduct” offended him so much, couldn’t this be handled a little discreetly? Was it important to make a show of it?
In a country, where the judicial pendency is only growing, a judge finds it within his wisdom to spend 15 minutes arguing with a young counsel for tying her hair in one corner of the courtroom.
And to wonder, what is the kind of justice that one would get from a judge who is more concerned looking all around his courtroom rather than paying attention to the advocate arguing a case before him.