Being Safe in India (part 2)
Ever since I arrived to India, people keep asking me about the safety of women/dancers here. A while back I wrote about work-related safety issues. This time I am looking at more general aspects.
Let’s start with the grossest threat – the food! Indian food is notorious for causing troubles, and there is a selection of different forms of food poisoning to choose from 😉 On a more serious note, it can get as bad as needing an IV. The good news is, you will learn which foods to avoid (like salads at the weddings), how to cope with when it happens to you (hint: Immodium, Norflox and peppermint oil), and even how to work throughout the whole thing (not while being hooked to an IV though 😉 ).
It is world wide knowledge that most accidents happen at home, and in India it seems to be true. Especially when it comes to bathrooms. I’ve lived in a flat where switching on the light in the bathroom was always a bit of a roulette – you never knew if you would get an electric shock or not. In another apartment I witnessed how the heater tank exploded – it was extremely lucky that no-one was in the bathroom at the same time.
But the biggest threat lies in the drivers. We spend a lot of time in cars – sometimes the drive to a show can be up to 8 hours. And the drivers are terribly overworked. Once, a driver fell asleep behind the wheel while we were driving through a tunnel. Another time we had to take a roadside break in the middle of the night, so that the driver could have a little nap to recuperate. We’ve also had problems with drunk people sitting behind the wheel. Often I choose not to sleep in the car during our drive back from the show just to keep an eye on the driver… it is better to be dead tired than dead.
I know that when I am asked about the safety here people actually want to know about the everyday life. Judging from what is published in the foreign and also Indian media, India is definitely not a safe place for a woman. However, my experience has not been bad… I live in a decent neighbourhood, travel in the “women only” cart on the metro, and don’t hang out too much after dark. I avoid talking to strangers (or actually, turning any attention to them at all), and when I have to take a taxi, I ask my boss to book it for me, to make sure it is a reliable company, and he has the contact of the driver. So far I can say that India has been treating me properly in that sense!