These last couple of weeks don't seem to be going too good for me...I feel like I can't do one thing right, like whatever I do is wrong, like I forget the most basic of things, like I am letting down everyone time after time, like I am the stupidest person on earth and am the scum of the earth.

IT IS INDEED A SAD COMMENT ON OUR SOCIETY THAT...

• That in order to get justice, a woman had to strip to the near basics to draw attention to her plight and get justice
• That while she walked, instead of understanding and empathising with her, men leered at her
• That the police wanted to book her on the charge on indecent exposure in public
• That despite the fact that she tried to draw attention to her plight by immolating herself outside the police station, no heed was taken of her matter
• That instead of pulling up the concerned officers who did not take cognizance of her multiple complaints, the police is debating on her mental condition
• That we still physical and mental harrassment because of dowry
• That we still have parents who buy grooms for their daughters and term the consideration as 'dowry'
• That her own parents have not taken her in despite all the emotional and physical torture she faced and she had to live in rented accomodation
• That her landlords fearing retribution from her in-laws have asked her to vacate their premises
• That all the people who were aware of the fact that she faced such atrocities did nothing, not even make an anonymous complaint
• That she has been penalised for having a daughter
• That her on husband was the perpetrator of all these atrocities
• That alot of people on seeing Pg. 1 of TOI showing her marching through the city in her underwear got titilated and did not read the entire cover story
• That alot of people have criticised Pooja for walking on the streets in her undergarments without even asking her why she did so

I can only thank God for the luck and His blessings that I was born into a family where I never faced any bias because I am a Girl and love me for who I am.

I thank God that I married into a family where I am a daughter and not a daughter-in-law (No pun intended)

I thank God for giving me Arjun.

MELTING MOMENTS

Its soooooooooooo hottttttttttttttttttttt.........

Common refrain yes, and I'm sure most of you are by now sick to death of hearing me say this (especially Arjun cuz poor guy has to bear the brunt of my anger when the light just conks offf at night)

Ughhhhhhhh, yes that is the WORST thing ever - trying to sleep and there being no light for 3-4 hours. Calling up those idiots sitting at the pumphouse is of no use cuz they are never informed about anything on earth except to say that 'Hume nahi maloom light kab tak ayegi'

So there we are swating like pigs and dogs and any other animal you care to name...I swear that if any HUDA official ever shows up before me at such time, I shall not be responsible for my actions and their aftermath.

I DON'T LIKE TO BE ILL

The title says it all - I guess. I don't like being sick.I don't liek being ill. I don't like getting others all worried about me. I wanna be my own usual self hogging away like crazy (I swear I eat more than half the males around).

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

Oh that feels good to have let it all out :)

AND YES I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE ALL GOING TO SAY "WHO LIKES BEING ILL?"

Hypochondriacs like being ill.

Yes that is me just babbling away like I tend to do sometimes :P

This is one issue I feel very strongly about.I don't understand why parents think such an important issue should be hidden from the child. Why is it bad? Its not a wrong or a shameful thing at all. It is very essential fo the child to be taught the difference betwee a 'good' touch and a 'bad' touch from a very young age. If someone touches a child in a manner which makes the child uncomfortable, the child should be allowed to speak up and not told to shut up. It could and it has caused untold damage and distresss to the same children when they grow up. Usually, it is the servant, the driver, some bhaiya in the colony, the watchman or even some trusted uncle - who lures the child with chocolates to play a game. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, lock these people away and blast them off to space. They do not deserve to be on earth.