tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78478128671208545762024-03-14T04:26:18.314-07:00The Lifted Veilsomethingum mumblingumLucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-34551164409682008682011-04-19T07:40:00.000-07:002011-04-19T07:42:27.106-07:00Crazy, happy times<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's been so long since I have written in my beautiful, pink blog. I can't get rid of the happy fuzzies I get when I read e mails written by the marvelous people who bother to read my blog. I can't shake off the guilt of having completely abandoned writing altogether! But life has been oddly busy all this time. For starters, I am now an aunt to a beautiful baby girl! She came into this world six weeks early on 29th of January this year (no regrets on that one. That was six weeks less of dealing with a very hormonal sister!) Her name is Naisha (it means "special" in Sanskrit) and she has the best smile in the whole world!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amidst all the nappy changing and lullaby singing, I also got selected by my dream college for a Masters in Women's Studies (what a lot of blog material would that be!) It's all the good things I could hope for. And more. Moving to another city is a pain but Dayyum beybeh! This is exciting!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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What turns two boys, barely in their teens, brutal rapists and thoughtless murderers? Who and what do we blame? The parents, for their inability to teach their children the basic values of humanity? The media, for their complete failure in putting across any kind of positive message ? The society and the education system, for forcefully keeping away from children the knowledge that helps them deal with changes in their body and in their environment?<br />
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I cannot think of a more unhealthy environment for children to grow up in than the one we have today. Sure our parents did not share much with us either. Sure we secretly watched TV serials that we were told not to. Sure we huddled together secretly in a corner and chuckled over "dirty adult jokes". But not many of us grew sexually deranged. For today's kids its different (An instance can be found in this <a href="http://feministjungle.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-me-haiyya.html">post</a>). Their minds mature faster than their bodies. They are exposed to television, internet and other technology from their childhood. They are aware of the fact that they live in a world where power is everything. They know sex crimes are on a rise, politicians are corrupt and money gets you friends. In a world like this, it is important that they get proper and continual guidance from their guardians! Children NEED sex education classes. Children NEED to be told about puberty. They NEED to know all of this so their sexual energy is properly channelised. So they don't learn about such things from pornography! It's time to let go of the taboos of the past. You can't protect your children by hiding the truth.Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-64505490865637708672010-06-07T00:01:00.000-07:002010-06-07T00:05:24.226-07:00I am sorry I was raped<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdM5TJB-VT3ScTKaQkrWEEWSDGsiggNLTVsOC-fXaS4TQqm4hjhSW9QcU0duiVAqiYQSC7doCn9IqikKRf9NEPPRDk2VcFpXMUVVk3-nA60PpKFtvKdo9D51zpIH2kqsWtgED_xn5TpMO/s1600/ht_tina_anderson_100602_mn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdM5TJB-VT3ScTKaQkrWEEWSDGsiggNLTVsOC-fXaS4TQqm4hjhSW9QcU0duiVAqiYQSC7doCn9IqikKRf9NEPPRDk2VcFpXMUVVk3-nA60PpKFtvKdo9D51zpIH2kqsWtgED_xn5TpMO/s1600/ht_tina_anderson_100602_mn.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Anderson, age 14, courtesy Freedom From Abuse)</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After years of having to deal with trauma all on her own, 28-year old Tina Anderson finally came out in the open about her ordeal. More than ten years ago, a 15 year old Tina had been raped by a then Baptist Deacon, Ernest Willis. The effect of this rape was a permanent one for along with the emotional and physical scars, Tina was left with a baby growing in her womb. Like a lot of traumatized women, Tina turned to her Faith for healing. The nightmare that followed left her mute for the thirteen years till present. She was forced by her Pastor, Chuck Phelps, to "confess" in front of the entire congregation. While she was made to talk of her out of wedlock pregnancy, she was not allowed to mention the cause for it. While her speech was being crafted, Phelp's wife asked her " Did you enjoy it?"</div><br />
Anderson, currently residing in Arizona, is now mother to three more children and wife to a loving and supportive husband. Encouragement from news channels, lawyers, police and the Independent Fundamental Baptist support group, helped her come to terms with her trauma and finally land her perpetrator in jail. Willis has been charged with two counts of rape and two counts of having sex with a minor. Presently he has been released on bail of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">$100,000 but will be arraigned on</span> June 16th in Concord District Court. Anderson hopes to work in future with victims like herself who had no one to talk to.Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-6089064882731329172010-05-19T00:13:00.000-07:002010-05-19T00:42:00.112-07:00Yemeni Child Brides say NO!You know how parents are always worried of what new trend their teenagers will throw at them?Well, the parents of Yemen have a radically different new trend to deal with. The country has managed to successfully get under the nerves of their young teenage girls who have now put their foot down and are filing for divorce!Yes, you read that right.In a country where young girls are forced into marriage and subsequently sexual relationships long before they even hit puberty, the child brides are finally heading to the court to get the marriages annulled.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CPh8HhI_-S87H8gggYzp6L9avmxbNr9eVt8PwveXrOvIQfPzybaQLLhcn_GNdyAETmsrFfgaiDn8uJndBTtsqRpkXSJyoqLJleasI8DQbG2EI1pc_1fnaWJC9kdft-RQzHJWCrPYFqur/s1600/400000000000000201211_s3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CPh8HhI_-S87H8gggYzp6L9avmxbNr9eVt8PwveXrOvIQfPzybaQLLhcn_GNdyAETmsrFfgaiDn8uJndBTtsqRpkXSJyoqLJleasI8DQbG2EI1pc_1fnaWJC9kdft-RQzHJWCrPYFqur/s320/400000000000000201211_s3.png" /></a>The source of the strength can be traced down to the crusade of a little girl named Nujood who had been forced into a marriage with her family's thirty-something deliveryman at the age of ten. In her recently published brave autobiography <i>I am Nujood,Age 10 and Divorced</i>, Nujood, now twelve, recalls in horrific details about how her mother failed to voice her disapproval on the match, how her "husband" forced himself on her right after their marriage and how her mother-in-law encouraged her husband to regularly beat her up. When she heard that judges in court could grant divorces, she one day sneaked out of her home, jumped into a taxi and went straight to the courthouse to look for a judge. Soon she became a celebrity of sorts among the Yemeni intellectual circles and eventually won her divorce! Her fame spread so widely that Secretary of State, United States of America, Hillary Clinton addressed her as "one of the greatest women I have ever seen!" (It is safe to say she is the only third grader to have possibly received this honour!). Though initially accused by her family of bringing shame upon them, she is now a lot more loved and respected by her father and brothers for being the chief bread winner of the householder(she supports them with her book royalties)<br />
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Nujood's victory encouraged other Yemeni girls to follow suit. Her case was closely followed with that of an eight year old's who had been forcefully married off to man in his 50s to pay off her father's debt.The latest case is that of a twelve year old's who filed for divorce with her thirty year old cousin.Most of these young brides have been taken out of school, brutally raped and beaten up by their husbands, tortured by their in-laws and are too scared to refuse their fathers or go back to their homes for fear of shaming their family.However, the tide has been changing ever since the story of the brutal death of the 12-year old Yemeni girl (which I had mentioned <a href="http://feministjungle.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiddle-me-this-child-brides-of-india.html">here</a>) hit headlines and brought international attention to the plight of Yemeni girls.<br />
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The brave young girls have started a revolution and till now have managed to raise the legal age for marriage to 17. While a lot of work still remains to be done, this change in the mindset of young girls is a much needed progressive change! Hopefully with time they will get what is only their natural right-a childhood.Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-5482057300094453462010-05-13T01:18:00.000-07:002010-05-13T01:18:46.829-07:00The Adventures of Salwa<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"></span><br />
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<span>Read more: <a href="http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/lebanese-activists-use-animation-to-fight/#ixzz0nnNac7Y1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #0095a1; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/lebanese-activists-use-animation-to-fight/#ixzz0nnNac7Y1</a></span><span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For a number of reasons ranging from very sensible to absolutely senseless, women aren't allowed to serve in the infantry of the Indian Army. The chivalric code renders women almost impossible of survival when left on their own without manly protection. Smelling salts and satin gowns are the best a woman can hope for. The world wasn't always like this though. This post is about Amazons from different parts of the world and time lines!Here are some women who screamed "SCREW YOU" as a battle cry and kicked some ass.Hard.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Trung Sisters</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Trung Trac and Trung Nhi, daughters and later wives of powerful lords, are credited with resisting the Chinese and basically creating a nation out of Vietnam! Trac's husband, a brave rebel, was executed and Trac herself was brutally raped. Obviously, the Han Chinese picked the wrong girl to mess with. The sisters raised an army of 80,000 women, trained 36 of them(including their mother) to be generals and drove the Chinese out of their lands in 40A.D. Together (though Nhi was the better fighter), they liberated the people of Vietnam and some sixty five fortresses. For the next three years, the successfully resisted Chinese invasion. They were however, defeated in 43 A.D as a consequence to which they committed suicide rather than be slaves.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">The man who went scot free</div><div class="MsoNormal">Abandoned the children and the crime</div><div class="MsoNormal">The man who showed me it’s a man’s world</div><div class="MsoNormal">And left me cleaning the man grime.</div>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-18264321757986269622010-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:002010-04-25T09:06:15.152-07:00"Kid"dle Me This-Child Brides of India<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoDs90F3Tcoef_XZdxxUvQlPualmhIXGgVFe-brmQzoat8MvLSbZnaHmeug7PCWkFoBBPnux24KPnyBAOb8wQn0VgJuTuCA1zsZknb1Yf9SHOXUkUn6cEjWzDIqXbSnNlqzhHVcPZ4TWf/s1600/child_marriges_indian_child_marriage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoDs90F3Tcoef_XZdxxUvQlPualmhIXGgVFe-brmQzoat8MvLSbZnaHmeug7PCWkFoBBPnux24KPnyBAOb8wQn0VgJuTuCA1zsZknb1Yf9SHOXUkUn6cEjWzDIqXbSnNlqzhHVcPZ4TWf/s320/child_marriges_indian_child_marriage.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A few days back, there was an article about a <a href="http://renovomedia.com/news/yemeni-girl-12-dies-in-painful-childbirth/">twelve year old girl in Yemen</a>, who died along with her baby at childbirth.Some days later about an eight year old who bled to death on her "wedding night". In news today was the story of a fourteen year old who committed suicide because her parents were forcing her into a marriage with a much older man.These instances occur almost everyday in the rural parts of India.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>According to UNICEF’s “State of the World’s Children-2009” report, 47% of India's women aged 20–24 were married before the legal age of 18, with 56% in rural areas.</b> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gloria Steinem said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="body"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn</span></b></span></span><span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">.</span> " Perhaps its time we cleanse ourselves from within. Learn to let go of past practices. Its funny that in a country that puts so much by "morality" such happenings should occur in the name of "family honour". And we all have a part to play in it. So next time you hear of a child marriage waiting to happen, put your foot down. There's more to be done than just be disgusted. On the bright side, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">National Plan of Action for Children 2005, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">has set its goal to eradicate child marriage completely by 2010, and so far, its proving quite successful(statistically at least). So come on India.</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><br />
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No, I am in no way claiming young boys are slimy slugs who need to be busted, nor am I advocating violence. I am merely pointing out the kind of world kids these days are living in. And from that comes the point of this post- the importance of self defense.<br />
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The age eight was important for me. I was eight, travelling with my mother in a packed public bus. There was no place to sit and we were sort of wedged. That is when a man behind me chose to feel up my vagina. I was eight, and I had no idea what to do and how to react. I was eight, when I first knew there was a part of me that felt good when touched. I was eight, and I did NOT like it. Of course, I didn't tell my mother. I felt too scared and confused. I just cried a little when I got back home.<br />
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Years later while talking about it to my friends in college, I discovered that we had all had such an incident, in fact, many such incidents, in our lives. I had often scoffed at some of my friends who have traveled all their lives in air conditioned private cars and never known the hazards to be faced in the "real" world! I felt sadly blessed that I was, if nothing else, better equipped to face perverts than they were. I am not over rating myself. Men who feel lucky can't get away so easily with me now! I would shout, or pinch, or kick or <i>something </i>make sure they get what they deserve. Nevertheless I wish I did not have to have so many experiences to end up street smart!<br />
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The case need not be so with kids of today.They are much more worldly wise. They talk and hear of things we weren't exposed to till our late teenage years. They also possibly face a lot more harassment than we did. Or maybe it seems that way because the harassment actually is brought out in the open these days! So I have a MAJOR request to the parents- I know you want to keep your child's innocence intact.But please face facts here, the world is NOT the greatest place right now. Anything that your child does not know is ignorance rather than innocence. Talk to them about things that can happen to them and how they should deal with it. and please, NEVER EVER EVER make them feel as though it was their fault. there is nothing thaht can break a child's heart and faith more! And no matter how much they scream shout and protest, enroll them into karate classes. ASAP.<br />
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For us "fortunate" ones who escaped breaking bricks with our heads, here's a link I found extremely useful!-<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The word “surrogate” comes from the Latin word “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">surrogatus</i>” meaning substitute. A surrogate mother therefore, is one who chooses to carry a baby in her womb for another woman. With fast paced lifestyles, rise in impotency, and greater number of homosexual marriages, surrogacy is becoming a popular trend. Surrogacy is of two kinds- altruistic surrogacy, wherein a woman decides to be surrogate without any monetary compensation and commercial surrogacy, wherein the surrogate mother has to be paid in return for the deed. Commercial Surrogacy has come under a lot of scrutiny for both moral and legal complications. It is, in fact, illegal in most parts of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The reaction of Indians to this trade is very varied. While a part of the society shakes their head and frowns at the idea of commodifying a child, another section celebrates the approach as “pro-choice”. As a woman, and as a human being who empathises with the condition of the destitute, I cannot help but take a more neutral stand on the situation. Women who opt for commercial surrogacy as surrogates are mostly those who cannot afford morality. At the same time, the choice they are making is one between starvation, prostitution and commercialisation of their wombs. In a sense it’s almost as though the moneyed classes are exploiting and taking advantage of their penury. The surrogate mother in India is in no way receiving the same amount that she would get in the US. Nonetheless, she gets for her nine months of labour (no pun intended) what she would have otherwise had to struggle for, for at least fifteen years of her life. With this money she can finally afford the luxuries of having a roof over her head, having three square meals a day, educating her children or even perhaps be able to set up a small business of her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">All said and done, the surrogate mothers do seem to be getting the worse part of the deal. For instance, the surrogate mother is required to relinquish all rights on the child at the time of birth. Although, surrogates are selected amongst women who have already had children so that they are aware of the physical, mental and emotional intensity of pregnancy, this seems too harsh a sentence on a woman who carried a child for nine months even if it wasn’t genetically hers. There is always the unavoidable post pregnancy risks-post partum depression, physical discomforts or even death at the time of childbirth. After all, though they are being treated under the best possible care, we mustn’t forget that they are mostly women from impoverished backgrounds suffering from malnutrition. By contract, the commissioning couple is to cover the life insurance of the surrogate, but that in no way compensates the loss faced by the surrogate’s family. Again, by terms of contract, the commissioning couple is to also deposit a sum of money in case of death of one or both genetic parent or divorce and subsequent unwillingness to keep the child. But should this happen, the already poverty ridden family will have to take up responsibility of yet another child.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Century Schoolbook","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It is impossible therefore to take either condemn or applaud the business of surrogacy in India. On the surface, the genetic parents get a baby, the baby gets a good home and the surrogate mother gets a better life for herself and her family. But there are perhaps deeper layers wherein the genetic parents maybe cheated of money and the surrogates maybe cheated of dignity. It is thus necessary that the law keep up with the times and ensure benefit for all parties involved. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-83910005615472576132010-04-10T12:56:00.000-07:002010-04-10T12:56:38.545-07:00Wishes for Sons<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.
i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.
later i wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn't believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.
let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.</pre><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></pre><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">-Lucille Clifton</pre><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></pre><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></pre><pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">*lols evilly*</pre></span></span></span>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-64564787219848008182010-04-09T04:17:00.000-07:002010-04-09T04:22:16.975-07:00Signed, Sealed, Delivered-Dowry Deaths in India<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">There was a point of time when daughters had an equal right over their father's property as did sons. However, under the patriarchal structure, daughters would become a part of their husband's families post marriage. Naturally therefore, this huge chunk of wealth and property was handed over to the girl at the time of her marriage so she could live comfortably for the rest of her life. This once very healthy tradition, the dowry system, has now come to be associated with nothing less than evil. And why shouldn't it be? It is the reason why the country loses so many daughters everyday due to the pure vile greed of their husbands and in-laws. The lesser the prospects for the girl, the higher her price. And parents, to save their families from the "shame" of having an unwed daughter in the house, would happily give away all their wealth, and their greatest treasure-their daughter- to such men. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sounds pretty much medieval doesn't it? Well, welcome to the lives of thousands of Indian women in the 21st century. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">According to data compiled by the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB), a total of 2,276 female suicides due to dowry disputes were reported in 2006- that is six a day on an average! Once a part of a family that demands dowry at the time of marriage, the girl becomes an unending source of finance to her husband. Pay up or Die is the story in most of these households. It’s an unending nightmare of threats, marital rape, physical abuse and emotional torture. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">So what can we do? To begin with, rebel at a personal level. If demands are being made of you or someone you know- regardless of subtlety of manner- turn down the marriage proposal at once. You are NOT a liability to your family and you do NOT have to be sold off into a marriage. On a social level, raise awareness, discuss such matters within your family and friend circle. A number of laws are made to protect the women of India. Use them! Some specifically dowry related laws are:-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">1.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="http://wcd.nic.in/dowryprohibitionact.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">The Dowry Prohibition Act of 1961</span></a>- According to this act, anyone who is caught in the act of taking OR giving dowry is punishable upto five years of imprisonment and/or upto 15,000 rupees worth fine(or the amount of the dowry if that is more)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">2.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"> <a href="http://www.vakilno1.com/bareacts/IndianPenalCode/S304B.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Section 304B of the Indian Penal Code</span></a>-This section clearly defines dowry death as “</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">the death of a woman is caused by any burns or bodily injury or occurs otherwise than under normal circumstances within seven years of her marriage and it is shown that soon before her death she was subjected to cruelty or harassment by her husband or any relative of her husband for, or in connection with, any demand for dowry</span></span>”. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Under this section the crime is punishable for ATLEAST seven years in prison.</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">3.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="http://www.vakilno1.com/bareacts/IndianPenalCode/S498A.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Section 498A of the Indian Penal Code</span></a>-This section is to protect women from cruelty by husbands or relatives of husbands . A person accused of said cruelty can get upto three years in prison and/or fine.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p>Other <a href="http://feministjungle.blogspot.com/2009/06/indian-penal-code-certain-sections.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">laws</span></a> may be also used as the case permits.This madness can be stopped. And we have to be the ones to stop it!</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>Her ears listen,</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>there's muffled noise-</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>Her in-laws' orders,</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>her husband's voice.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>Before she knows it</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>the deed is done.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>Some kerosene, a matchstick,</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>and off they run.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i><br />
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</div></span>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-15927738997244709572010-04-03T10:41:00.000-07:002010-04-03T10:41:35.312-07:00Sunitha Krishnan fights sex slavery | Video on TED.com<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/sunitha_krishnan_tedindia.html">Sunitha Krishnan fights sex slavery | Video on TED.com</a><div><br /></div><div>thank you Siddharth for the link.this video is a MUST watch.please do not watch it if you are prone to depression.it contains graphic violent images.</div>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-88691258536488863202010-04-02T04:00:00.000-07:002010-04-02T04:00:37.948-07:00Easing Menstrual painIts that time of the month again and its killing me. So this time, to divert my mind, I decided to share some useful things you can try at home to feel slightly better the next time you get hit by this evil pain.( Guys who think "ohwhatsthebigdeal" can keep their smart alec quips to themselves.no, its not PMS, its YOU.)<br />
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1.Food- Avoid over eating at this time. It is better to have small amounts at regular intervals throughout the day than have three large meals at one go. Take care to control salt intake as salt will cause water retention resulting in bloating. Junk food and other fatty food especially fried food are a strict no-no.Avoid meat and dairy products though fish can be very good for you.Include vegetables, especially leafy vegetables, and fruits in your diet.Anything containing caffeine- coffee, cola, chocolate is OUT OF BOUNDS as is alcohol(you have NO idea how much they could hurt). But drinking anything warm will help so tea, especially herbal tea and warm milk are your new best friends. Dates, cranberry juice and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chyawanprash">Chawanprash</a> cleanse your blood and ease pain. Not eating healthy at this time could also give you gas. Gas+Cramps= ouchouchouch. Drink lats and lots and lots of water.( You are supposed to drink four litres everyday on normal days, so have around 5 during your periods)<br />
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2. Exercise- Exercise can do wonders in easing the pain. Walking for about 30 to 45 minutes will help relax your abdominal muscles.there are also some easy Yoga postures you could try. One is lying on your back with your knees bent,slowly bring your knees towards tour chest and "hug" them for about 5 to 10 seconds. While doing so make sure you aren't putting too much pressure on your lower back.Repeat this 10 times atleast.The second Exercise is similar but in the opposite way.Sit straight backed with your legs under you in a kneeling position-so your bottom( for want of elegance) should be touching your heals and your thighs should be touching your calves.Now put your hands behind you or in front on the floor depending on your comfort,and bend till your head touches the floor and your chest touches your knees.Again, be careful to not hurt your lower back. You could also just sit straight backed and slowly breathe in and breathe out.<br />
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3.Heat- Anything that provides heat to the abdomen would ease pain. A warm water bath can work wonders. So can a Heat Pad or a hot water bottle placed on your abdomen.<br />
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Remember, these do not work for everybody.The whole point is to just relax your muscles and get the blood flowing without hiccups.So the diet is a must but the rest is up to you. Simply lying down and listening to soothing music may also do the trick for you.Get your hubby or your mommy to do a back massage for you!I do not personally take painkillers due to an unexplained fear of stomach ulcers(yes, painkillers give you ulcers) but a lot of the people I know use non steroid ibuprofen or even oral contraceptive pills.<br />
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And now I shall go kill someone(its not YOU, its PMS). Have a Happy Period.Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-7664911906522075392010-03-24T11:50:00.000-07:002010-03-24T11:50:41.569-07:00In MemoriamThis does not exactly come under the umbrage of feminism but some things are so much bigger than that.This is in memory of all those who lost their lives yesterday in a Tragic Fire Accident in one of the Landmark buildings of Kolkata.<br />
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<blockquote>A massive fire at Kolkata’s Stephen Court, a heritage building in the heart of the city has killed 24 people and left about 18 injured, eight of whom are critical.<br />
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Firemen recovered 17 bodies overnight as they went from door to door on the 5th, 6th and 7th floor of the building. Only 12 of these bodies have been identified so far.<br />
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Stephen Court is a 150-year-old building on Park Street, home to two of the city’s best known restaurants – the iconic Flury’s and Peter Cat.<br />
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The fire began at 2.15 pm on Tuesday. It was brought under control at about 10.30 pm.<br />
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Initial findings suggest a short circuit or cylinder burst may have caused it.<br />
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The fire, that may have started in a lift between the 5th and 6th floors soon spread upwards and sideways, forcing people out of windows onto narrow parapets and ledges as they waited to be rescued. Reports said at least one woman missed her step and fell five floors below.</blockquote>The fire brigade dispatched just one truck that too without proper equipments initially.the later trucks got stuck in a "traffic jam".The Government is offering 1 lakh as compensation to victims' families.(thank you.that definitely makes up for the loss.).and i can't help but be angry at people for being so careless in their lifestyles.For Godsake,GROW UP!<br />
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please pray for the dead.Lets hope such a meaningless loss of life never happens again.RIP.<br />
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Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<br />
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Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<br />
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<br />
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Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,<br />
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Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<br />
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Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<br />
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My working week and my Sunday rest,<br />
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I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'<br />
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Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. <b><i>Gargi</i></b>-All those who feel education is a waste on girl children must look up to this icon. Born around 800 B.C.E in the family of Garga, Gargi Vachaknavi remains one of the most renowned scholars of the</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vedas"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vedas</span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> even today. Her wisdom was so celebrated that she was invited to the world's first conference on philosophy convened by the then King</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kings_of_Mithila#Lineage_of_Janaks"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Janaka</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Known as a formidable debater she challenged the Great Sage Yajnavalkya. Their dialogue was written down as the</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yogayajnavalkya Samhita-</span></span></i><i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the very first treatise on what the world knows as Yoga.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. <b><i>Razia Sultana</i></b>- The country was much excited when we got our first lady President in 2007.However much before <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pratibha_Patil">Mrs Patil</a> came to the scene,the seat in Delhi had been occupied by Razia al-Din from 1236 to 1240.She was trained to lead armies and administrate. She was also the very first woman ruler in Muslim and Turkish History.She ruled against the wishes of her powerful courtiers. She was a shrewd politician. Donned a man’s tunic and head gear as a sultan(she refused to be called Sultana,which means wife or mistress of a sultan) and contrary to the purdah custom, showed her face when leading an army. She worked towards religious tolerance in her State and encouraged academic and scientific research.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. <b><i>Rani Lakshmi Bai</i></b>- After my mother, she is my most favourite woman in the world! Also known as the Indian <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc">Joan of Arc</a>, Lakshmi Bai, the queen of Jhansi was an important icon and leader in the Great Rebellion of 1857 against the British Raj in India. When Jhansi came under threat she collected and trained a group of soldiers that included women and fought shoulder to shoulder with the ruthless British forces. She dies a brave and heroic death in the battlefield. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Rose,_1st_Baron_Strathnairn">General Sir Hugh Rose</a> addressed her as the “most dangerous of all rebel leaders”. Not much surprising, therefore, that during the last years of freedom struggle, the first all women regiment in the History of Indian army led by Capt Lakshmi Sahgal was named the Rani of Jhansi Regiment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. <b><i>Roquia Sakhawat Hussain</i></b>-She is a writer who has influenced the likes of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taslima_Nasreen">Taslima Nasreen</a>. Her worked tirelessly for the sake of gender equality. She blatantly criticised the corruption that had crept into the Islamic society.She wrote against the gender discrimination and promoted theit emancipation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. <b><i>Mother Teresa</i></b>- She was born Albanian. But since she adopted India,how can India not adopt her?Mother founded the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missionaries_of_Charity">Missionaries of Charity</a> in Kolkata in 1950. Today the Society of Missionaries has spread all over the world and is touching millions of lives. She received a number of peace awards for her endeavours while she humbly maintained “<o:p>I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world".</o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7. <b><i>Kasturba Gandhi</i></b>- the woman behind <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandhi">Gandhi</a>. In a lot of ways, Kasturba Gandhi, fondly called Ba (mother), beautifully amalgamates the traditional traits of an Indian and the fiery zeal of a woman. She joined Gandhi in his political movements against the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Raj">British Raj</a>. She talked to women and children about issues like hygiene, literacy and discipline. She died while in custody in the arms of her husband.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8. <b><i>Sarojini Naidu</i></b>- A freedom fighter, a poet and an intellectual, Naidu proved her mettle in every field. At sixteen she travelled to England to continue her studies in King’s College, London and eventually Girton, Cambridge. She led Gandhi’s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satyagraha">satyagraha</a> movement post his arrest.She went againt the social custom of the day and loved and married a man outside her caste.She died in office following a heart attack in 1949.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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Lets face it, it sucks being a woman in a world like this.There are a thousand ways to let us know how we are not good enough(cheating ex boyfriends,fashion magazines,annoying tailors,nosy aunts).Little wonder then that I am surrounded with women who are good,beautiful,strong minded and suffering from a mysterious sense of inferiority(I am thankfully not one of them because chocolates keep me happy.fat.but happy).To these lovably idiotic women I present a steaming hot feminist icon-Gloria the hippo.<br />
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She gets male attention because she is "big".She stands by her friends no matter what.She is cheerful during the toughest situations.She speaks her mind.And she chooses the better man in the end.<br />
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Way to go Glo!To you i dedicate the most eloquent words in the History of music-I like big butts and I cannot lie.Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-43613649227724137122010-03-10T08:20:00.000-08:002010-03-10T08:25:16.857-08:00Give me my Rights,I am a Woman.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfUla41H-Yv8H0lgxj4kXz37a5cXxkdmYX7zax0ZKs3uqY7rYneQM4dcsDteyM1b8o7iGgoC4kaGPAXet1AkMjSY7bXKauvSDsmQyZpoxDLFzQAbXpwZazLgXNoeYYekGH8OdkA_uTLCR/s1600-h/INDIAWOMEN_PIXEL_SI_695063a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfUla41H-Yv8H0lgxj4kXz37a5cXxkdmYX7zax0ZKs3uqY7rYneQM4dcsDteyM1b8o7iGgoC4kaGPAXet1AkMjSY7bXKauvSDsmQyZpoxDLFzQAbXpwZazLgXNoeYYekGH8OdkA_uTLCR/s320/INDIAWOMEN_PIXEL_SI_695063a.JPG" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2.As nearly as possible, one third of the total number of seats reserved for </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scheduled_castes_and_scheduled_tribes" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Scheduled Caste/Scheduled Tribes (SC/ST)</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in the Lok Sabha and the legislative assemblies shall be reserved for SC/ST women.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3.Reservation of seats for women shall cease to exist 15 years after the commencement of the Act.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the surface,this seems like a good move.A country where women have been ill treated for ages because of superstitious beliefs,patriarchal culture or simply sado-misogynistic mindsets,such a step appears to be a huge leap forward.The bill puts a lot of power in the hands of women,its apparently a symbol of how the "times they are a'changing",it shows how modern our country is becoming,it represents a certain breaking of barriers and it gives a majority of the womenfolk hope that things will be better for them henceforth.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My question is,how does a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">reservation</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> do any of these things?Since the bill was back as a dining table discussion,I (with the risk of sounding melodramatic) have been in a constant state of conflict with me.I am a woman.Here's a step that could do me good.Here's a move that's giving me an opportunity to do something for my country.Here's an action that could eventually help me better the lives of Indian women.It is to my advantage.I should be happy. Right? But the (wannabe) feminist in me says a loud and clear "WRONG".I love my country.I hate what happens to Indian women.I want to make a difference.But I want to make it on my OWN terms.I want to make it with my OWN abilities.not with the Government gifted compensation!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a woman I feel I am losing by right to dignity by gaining my right to enter the parliament through reservation.Henceforth,nothing we do will be credited to us,our abilities,our merits.It shall always be the Government who will be responsible in making me.Men shall grumble how we women have it easy and we won’t be able to refute it.we shall always be known as the "weaker sex", the "privileged class" and we won't be able to refute it.what purpose does it solve?there have been women in the parliament before,even if not in large numbers,and how has it helped?this reservation bill is not a symbol of our fight for rights.it is a symbol of our craving for comfort and luxury and i condemn it.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know those bizarre moments like "remember how i lost my wedding ring in hippo poop?", well recently i lost my half-artificial-front tooth while munching on French Toasts(okay so its not as bizarre but who doesn't like drama?).I was in tears from the first moment i saw the gaping hole in the mirror.There's no other way to put it,it looked hideous.I made frantic calls to dad asking him to make an appointment with the dentist.But them busybees could only see me after four days.That entire day I lived in agony.I wouldn't smile at anyone.I wouldn't talk much.And i refused to eat around others.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the next day I was starting to feel like a hypocrite.I was always telling my girlfriends to be confident of who they are the way they are and here i was failing my own test.But could I really be blamed?Much as I claim proudly to not be a "girly girl",I love to look pretty.I love my bit of kohl when I leave the house,I love my pretty dresses and my filed nails.I love my mascara and my rouge and my funky jewellery when I am out for a party.I love my fuzz free face(even though it hurts like crazy to get rid of your moustache!).The problem was clear to me after i took a sparknotes quiz(yes,that is how i study) called "which gender are you?" .The answer,much to my cold-graveturning-tummyrumbling-toecurling-headboiling sorrow, was "you are a MAN"(and man WAS in capital letters.).It isn't my fault I am plagued with insecurities.okay,I'll give Freudian theories some credit and say men and women ARE a little different(thank you God) but the society that surrounds us is in no way innocent.Right from the time baby girls are wrapped in pink towels and baby boys in blue,we are marking the beginning of a life long gender distinction.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Any girl who prefers short hair to long,or sports to gossip or jeans to skirts is a "tomboy".Any girl who doesn't weep during movies,isn't scared of cockroaches,cannot cook to save her life is frigid and aloof.As if that is not enough,we always have a dozen fashion magazine telling us what NOT to do(pretty much everything) and we always have a dozen million of us religiously following their word too.Well,here's the deal,i love my chocolates,i love my teddy bear pajamas,i hate the bloody sight of pink,i don't like frills,i don't giggle or simper or blush,I laugh a lot and loudly too,i sit cross-legged AND i am proud to be a girly girl!(whatever heck that means!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So when I finally went to the dentist, he started to explain to me the long painful root canal treatment that he would have to do to give me back half a tooth.and call me a coward but i said no.I can live with half a front tooth but I cannot let myself go through that pain.The dentist's reaction was funny -"it looks hideous".I gave him my brightest half toothed smile and walked out.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Cure may range from medicines and antidepressants for the very initial stages,to cognitive behaviourial therapy to plastic surgery for the very serious cases.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Love and support ofcourse,never goes out of fashion!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">get all your info on-http://www.medicinenet.com/body_dysmorphic_disorder/article.htm</div>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-50168366048572602192010-02-18T07:58:00.000-08:002010-02-18T07:58:30.718-08:00Here Comes the BrideIts a regular Indian wedding.The bride is being petted and pampered.The groom's arrival is being anxiously anticipated.there's probably the regular shehnai playing in the background.But definitely the laughter of elated relatives fill the air.so what makes the wedding so special?so very unique?well,the groom is coming with all his pomp and splendor.What sets him apart is that he is the second groom to have married into the village of Devda,Rajasthan in a hundred and twenty years!Shailendra and Shagun are all set to be wedded in the very city which is infamous for its shameful and senseless ritual of female infanticide.Among the 70 Rajput families inhabiting the village of Devda,there are only 12 girl children.Infact,apart from the bride Shagun,there is only one girl,Chandra Kaur,who is above the age of 10.Panna Singh and his wife fought against all odds to help their baby girl live while the honourable Rajputs around them killed their daughters without emotions.Now following the footsteps of his brother (whose daughter Jayant was the first to marry in over a century!), he is giving away his daughter to her beloved.two words Panna Singh-Go You!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tOWfaV7Oy4RvKQNq1RfN1k-ORhf9jxXpDEJ8amyjMriSqhVXUuw35TPzATBUndCoEdntw_GPeVmrUyQ8cubg8GLa6Br1Qmz6uV4EE3zrWgXbec4NTDtIdoOWILlAhF99vLDuQJSKjXHz/s1600-h/1996-Some-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tOWfaV7Oy4RvKQNq1RfN1k-ORhf9jxXpDEJ8amyjMriSqhVXUuw35TPzATBUndCoEdntw_GPeVmrUyQ8cubg8GLa6Br1Qmz6uV4EE3zrWgXbec4NTDtIdoOWILlAhF99vLDuQJSKjXHz/s320/1996-Some-kids.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-16346964691070561652010-02-16T08:07:00.000-08:002010-02-21T09:02:14.700-08:00Domestic Violence Adok.bloody brilliant piece!this ad was banned for its violent graphic content.please do not watch it if you feel it might upset you.this is kiera knightley at her best!<br />
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<object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctoZbeD-GlY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hd=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctoZbeD-GlY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hd=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7847812867120854576.post-41981761845280049472010-02-09T10:53:00.000-08:002010-02-09T10:55:29.489-08:00The Twinkle In Her Eye<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I switch on the TV and hear a familiar song playing on Doordarshan after ages. "<i>Nanhe munne bachhe teri muthhi mein kya hain?</i>" croons the singer , "<i>muthhi mein hain taqdeer hamari</i>" chirp back an elated chorus of children. They're happy and secure. So happy that you cannot help but smile at their naive beliefs. You can't help but inwardly cringe as you think how quickly they will be disillusioned. Obviously they do not know big bad wolves really do exist.And Fairy Godmothers really don't. Obviously they can't even begin to imagine how many villainous brutes are craving to rob them of their childhood and make them work for their pleasure.Obviously they do not realise that in the world of grown ups they really have no peace.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">Take for example,this little girl,</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"></span></o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><blockquote> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">13 year-old Mira of Nepal was offered a job as a domestic worker in Mumbai, India. Instead she arrived at a brothel on Mumbai's Falkland Road, where tens of thousands of young women are displayed in row after row of zoo-like animal cages. Her father had been duped into giving her to a trafficker. When she refused to have sex, she was dragged into a torture chamber in a dark alley used for 'breaking-in' new girls. She was locked in a narrow, windowless room without food or water. On the fourth day, one of the madam's goondas (thug) wrestled her to the floor and banged her head against the concrete until she passed out. When she awoke, she was naked; a "rattan" cane smeared with pureed red chilli peppers shoved into her vagina. Later she was raped by the goonda. Afterwards, she complied with their demands. The madam told Mira that she had been sold to the brothel for 50,000 rupees (aboutUS$ 1,700), that she had to work until she paid off her debt. Mira was sold to a client who became her pimp.</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 18pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 8pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">(Robert I. Freidman, "India’s Shame: Sexual Slavery and Political Corruption Are Leading to An AIDS Catastrophe,"</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size: 8pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></span></span><em><span style="font-size: 8pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">The Nation</span></span></em><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 8pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">, 8 April 1996)</span></span></span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 8pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span> </span><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:6.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Mira is one of the 1.2 million child prostitutes working in India. She’s a part of that invisible section of the society who we refuse to acknowledge and in doing so, refuse to help. At a time when the “usual” little girls grow out of cuddling their dolls and start getting interested in make up and boys, children like Mira are already nursing a baby of their own,wearing cheap lipstick and seducing their clients. By the time their more fortunate counterparts are passing out of high school, they are nearly dying with AIDS or other deadly sexually transmitted diseases. To many this might seem an exaggerated account of non existent lives,but to Mira and her friends this is a daily nightmare.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Needless to say the young victims of such outrageous exploitation never really are freed from their blighted past. The tortures inflicted upon their tender bodies and minds plague them for the rest of their lives if they are fortunate enough to be emancipated. There are a lot of NGOs across the country such as Sanlaap in Kolkata, which work towards rehabilitating child victims. Their work however remains futile till the time society refuses to accept them as one of their own. Their admittance and acclimatisation is a slow and painful process. Understandably the more they are shunned and stigmatised, the more they recoil into their traumatic shell. It falls upon the celebrated middle class morality therefore to drive the point home. We need to protest against the practise and stop marginalising the victims. So the next time they are asked “<i>Bholi bhali matvali aankhon mein kya hain?</i>” they can honestly believe “<i>Ankhon mein jhume ummeedon ki diwali.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Gory facts and figures:-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span><a href="http://www.uri.edu/artsci/wms/hughes/india.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">http://www.uri.edu/artsci/wms/hughes/india.htm</span></a><span style="font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language: EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></o:p></span></p></span><p></p>Lucy Furhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332582605030581045noreply@blogger.com7