It appears not.
The High Court has ordered the city to amend the helmet laws.
The city is reportedly not going to cooperate.
The Chief Minister can save the lives of women who will die on Delhi roads. Yet she’s weighing the decision to make helmets mandatory for all people on motorcycles, against the interests of a large and powerful voting bank: the Sikh/Punjab community.
Federal motor vehicle laws exempt Sikh men from wearing helmets because their religion prohibits headgear other than a turban. Sikh women can wear only scarves.
Delhi went a step farther and eased the federal helmet mandate in the ’90’s for Sikh women. However, because it is difficult to identify a Sikh woman, the law doesn’t differentiate and it applies to all women.
City officials say the Chief Minister is going to file a notification informing the High Court that Delhi will continue to recognize the legal “option” clause that lets women choose whether to wear a helmet.
I can’t explain why the city doesn’t have to obey a High Court order. Most simple questions have complicated answers here and I haven’t figured this one out yet.
What’s not complicated to understand is this: Helmets save lives.
Jim and I are having a friendly debate about how much longer to stay in Delhi: One more year or two?
He is free from the pressures of his book and finally able to dig into India. He looks forward to two more happy years of doing good work here.
I’m increasingly worn down by being embedded in a place that’s both beautiful and beastly. One more year is just right for me.
But I know to keep my heart open to whatever happens. I have learned that every year delivers a treat – you just have to look for it.
This year, my treat is my beautiful class. Right now, they are learning how to produce a short TV news magazine. As they progress through this six-week module, their work gets better; it’s smoother and more confident. Take a peak at Week Three if you have eleven minutes:
I’m also proud of my beautiful daughter who just performed (and sang) in another play:
The morning roundup. By the time we are here, by the front door tying shoes, Lala has screamed “It’s EIGHT O’CLOCK, TIME TO GO!” three times. She starts at 7:50. It’s like hitting the snooze button every five minutes, until finally, you gotta get up, or out the door…..
Lala in her homework nook:
Mama in her work nook:
In consultation with two of my students: Ashutosh, standing, is reviewing the elements of a story he wants to do about street dogs in Delhi.
One of several goodbye’s this year. Nikki arrived in Delhi with me nearly three years ago, along with a handful of other friends who are also leaving. She goes back to England.