Anorak | Jyoti Singh Pandey: Awindra Pandey’s testimony and the Gulabi gang

Jyoti Singh Pandey: Awindra Pandey’s testimony and the Gulabi gang

by | 8th, January 2013

AFTER they had raped, stripped and tossed Jyoti Singh Pandey from a moving bus, her boyfriend, Awindra Pandey, stood naked in the road. His leg was broken. He’d been badly beaten. Awindra Pandey tried to flag down vehicles for help. For 20 minutes, he was ignored.

“I waved my hand to take help, but people were watching but didn’t stop. I tried so many cars, autos, bikes but no one helped me.”

Mr Pandey, 28, speaks to the Times of the murder of his 23-year-old girlfriend. They’d been to the cinema to see Life of Pi. They wanted to head home. Jyoti’s mother called. She told them to hurry back. It was late. No rickshaw or cab would take them the whole distance. A minibus was not far away. It had tinted windows. It was looking for business. Onboard were a gang of six men. They began to abuse the couple. They produced iron bars.

“She was crying, ‘Help, help, help’, but they started to hit me in the head and on the leg and arms. I fell on the floor of the bus. After 15 or 20 minutes, I heard one of the people say, ‘OK, she’s died’. They came and took all of my clothes, my watch and all my things, and decided to throw us from the bus.”

So. They are on the road. Two naked victim. She is almost unconscious:

“She was asking for water and complaining of pain in her stomach. She was bleeding heavily. They [police] asked me to put her in the van.”

The police would not touch her.

Police got a sheet from a nearby hotel. They asked Mr Pandey to wrap it around her. In the ambulance, they were driven past private clinics. They went to a government hospital.

He says:

“Everything was a failure that day…I am dreaming that same thing is happening again and again. I am trying to open my eyes and that same picture is going in my mind, I’m hearing when she cried ‘Help’.”

Justice must prevail.

On a side note, a reminiscence. I’ve been to India twice. The first time I went with a male friend. We had a ball. We travelled widely. We saw the sights. The only bother we had was from drugs pushers and a man in Bombay (as then was) who having taken a poo in the street produced a large plastic gun and demanded money from us. We laughed. He flashed toothy grin.

The second time was with a girlfriend. The trip was very different. In Delhi, she was pushed and groped repeatedly. A mini cab drove past the destination we had chosen and took us

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