My first impression of woman power in Delhi is this -– it can get violent!
Whilst waiting to collect my baggage at the airport, I saw a woman sporting high-heeled shoes, fitted top, tight jeans and an urbane, upper class air. A band of uncouth-looking males hovered dangerously close to the lady, on the pretext of also waiting for baggage.
Trolley loaded, she attempted to make her way out of the swarm. But they continued to hover, whilst she proceeded to kick them in the shins with those killer heels.
Then recently, another useless creature attempting to cop a feel, brushed past by my pal, Delhi girl Beeps. Before he could sigh with pleasure, she rushed towards him and started slapping him violently. Her brother stood about 200 m away, and felt rather pleased at the spectacle of a wee girl beating the crap out of a fella’ with such fury. Little did he know hat Supergirl was in fact, elder sis. On realisation, this ginormous boy who is for most parts, a gentle giant, did some slapping of his own. It was one of those rare, sublime moments of sibling unity 
Then, just a few days back, an unsuspecting eveteaser had the misfortune of teasing my very sweet-looking colleague S. She stood next to her friend’s car, whilst they fixed a flat tyre. “Usne mujhe aankh maraa (he winked at me),” she said.
Suddenly pretty girl metamorphosed into Catwoman. She took out the spanner from the boot, walked boldly up to the perpetrator, and started slapping him violently. Pretty soon, her male colleagues joined in the fun. The two chaps made like a tree and vanished.
