‘Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Hell’


‘Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Hell’

Illustration: Namaah/ Arré


he barrack smelled of shit. Chandan Samant could not see the source of the stench; some 200 men were in the way. They were all undertrials and this was the holding cell of Mumbai’s Arthur Road Jail. He was given a piece of cloth to sleep on, two metal containers to eat in, and was pushed back to the end of the room. Now, he finally saw where the deep funk emanated from: It was an open toilet used by all the inmates.

His head reeled with fear and disgust. He was surrounded by professional criminals – rapists, murderers – and he asked himself, “What did I do to get here?”