Har Ghar Dastak: A Campaign Bihar Should Have Run Decades Ago
The men who surround a girl on an empty road believe they are enforcing something that is right and noble. Until that belief is dismantled, the arrests and encounters will keep coming and nothing substantial will change in the state that was once the cradle of civilization.
There is an old Sanskrit word for it: kupamanduka, the frog in the well. He has never seen the sea. He does not even know that it exists. The circle of sky above him is, as far as he is concerned, the whole of the sky, and the walls around him are the limits of the world. He is not stupid. He is not even unhappy. He simply has no way of knowing what he is missing, and no reason to suspect there is anything to miss.
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That is the detail to begin this reading with. In the incidents that have shaken the state this past week, somebody stood there and filmed. Somebody held up a phone while a girl was surrounded on an empty road, and then somebody uploaded it. That is not the behaviour of men who know they have done wrong. It is the behaviour of men who believe they have done something worth showing, that they were enforcing a rule, policing a boundary, doing what the neighbourhood would approve of. They expected an audience and they got one, and it turned on them, and they will now discover that the law does not agree with their narrow view of the world but the belief that produced the act was there before the act and sadly it will survive the arrests too.
Something unusual has happened alongside the outrage. For the first time in a long while, politicians on every side of Bihar's divide have said the same thing, that this will not be tolerated. They have also, inevitably, blamed each other, which is what politicians do but strip away the point-scoring and a rare consensus is sitting there unclaimed. The test of this moment is whether anyone picks it up because the response so far follows a familiar script. A video circulates. An FIR is registered. A special team is formed. Arrests follow, quickly, visibly, with photographs. A minister says strict action will be taken. And then attention moves on, until the next phone comes out on the next empty road. This is a reflex, and reflexes do not change what people believe.
What Bihar needs is a campaign of social and behavioural change with the seriousness the state has previously reserved for polio drops and literacy drives. Let's call it Har Ghar Dastak: a knock on every door of every village and town in the state just like politicians do in the run up to the elections.
The machinery already exists, which is the encouraging part. Jeevika, the state's rural livelihoods programme, has organised more than 12 million women into self-help groups, touching roughly every second rural household, according to the World Bank. Those groups meet weekly. There are gram panchayats in every cluster of villages, schools in every block, and a police station within reach of most of them. Nobody needs to build a delivery system. It needs to be pointed at a new task.
That task is a conversation, repeated until it becomes ordinary. Nukkad nataks in the evenings, performed where men actually gather. Classroom sessions that talk to boys, not only to girls, because the lesson girls are usually taught is to stay home. Panchayat meetings where the sarpanch has to say out loud what the law says. And politicians walking door to door for this cause with the same energy they bring to asking for votes because in Bihar nothing is going to be taken seriously until a politician is seen doing it.
Put the message on the walls. Every village, every town: the offence, and the punishment, painted where people queue for water and wait for buses. Not slogans about respecting women, which nobody reads. The actual sections, the actual years in prison. Let the patrol vans carry loudspeakers and announce them. Let it become boring, the way road-safety announcements are boring because boring is what works in the state.
There is also a story to tell, and Bihar has a better one than it remembers. This is the land of Pataliputra and Nalanda, of the Arthashastra, of the Buddha's enlightenment and Mahavira's birth, of a university that drew students from across Asia when much of the world could not even read. The culture of muscle and intimidation that now defines the state in the national imagination is not ancient. It is a few decades old, a thin and recent layer over several thousand years. Young men who think swagger is tradition should be told, at the door, that they have their history backwards.
Alongside this, enforcement has to become continuous rather than episodic. Every history-sheeter and repeat offender in the state should be identified and formally warned, on record, that they are being watched. Patrolling should increase where women actually travel, coaching centre routes, college roads, bus stops at dusk. And if the state police need better training, Bihar should ask the Centre for its most capable officers to provide it. There is no shame in asking.
None of this will make a lasting difference unless women are visible in public life. Bihar's female labour force participation remains among the lowest in the country, at around 18 per cent in urban areas, according to the state's own Economic Survey. A woman selling vegetables is visible; a woman in an office, a courtroom, a classroom, a police uniform is visible differently. Safer hostels and safer colleges are the precondition for half the state's talent showing up at all.
And then there are the screens. Reels that celebrate goondaism, songs that treat guns as jewellery and women as property, that circulate freely in exactly the districts where this behaviour is most found. India already has laws here, from the Indecent Representation of Women (Prohibition) Act to takedown provisions under the IT Rules. Bihar should use them, with a dedicated cell that gets such content removed without delay, and should consider a state certification code for regional music releases on the model of film certification. What plays in the hinterland is not entertainment alone. It is instruction. It is degradation of the next generation.
A generation of boys is currently being educated by a phone and a playlist, and a generation of girls is being taught to stay indoors in fear. Unless somebody knocks, this well of ignorance will stay exactly as deep as it is, the sky will stay exactly that small, and the misery of Bihar's women will remain what it has been for too long, which is a political circus that packs up and leaves the moment the video stops trending.