Two of the 29 registered traders at the Bechraji mandi are women. Geeta Ben Rabari is one of them, who goes to the mandi with her husband. The other woman trader does not participate. “Her husband is taking her place,” says Geeta Ben. This is a common scenario. Women traders, even when registered, are represented by their male relatives in mandis. Uncomfortable experiences such as Lassu’s, and the overwhelming presence of men discourage women from participating in the mandi’s businesses. The experience of a woman-led cooperative society in procuring onion in the Lasalgaon mandi in Nashik, Maharashtra is the latest example of how women are pushed out of trading.
In Bavla, Gohil tries hard to recall if any woman ever traded at the Bavla APMC but gave up. “Hongi bhi toh quiet partner hongi, unki jagah purush aate honge (if there were any woman traders, they must be passive. The men in their family must be representing them),” he says.
So, why do women register as traders then? Gohil thinks it could be linked to the availability of easy loans offered to women. Banks often run special loan schemes at affordable rates, without guarantee, for women entrepreneurs.
Geeta Ben, the only active woman trader at the Bechraji mandi, ensures that trade happens smoothly while resolving complaints from the farmers. “Main khedut hun, toh main aksar khedut ki hi side leti hun. Main pakka karti hun ki khedut khaaskar ekal mahilaon ko achha bhav mile (I am a farmer. So I support farmers. I ensure that farmers, especially single women get a good rate),” she says.
According to Vasavada, even in tribal areas (Surat, Valsad, Panchmahal, Bharuch, Vadodara, Sabarkantha, Dangs, Narmada, Navsari), in the eastern belt of South Gujarat, women access the market, not essentially the APMC mandi though, but their role is passive.
We asked a few young women in the tribal belt about what they do in the market. “Hum bas dekhte hain (we only watch)”, they said.
Lila Ben’s daughter from Godiavad village in Patdi narrates a similar experience on her trip to the mandi.
“I went to Patdi mandi with my brother once; 4-5 traders came, checked our grain and offered us a rate. We agreed. I was watching. Then the traders only made the bill,” she says.