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Now those who haven't read about it please go through it because it is crucial for all of us.To my shock I learned that even boarding a first class is no more safe, and the irony was &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that the offenders were bodyguards of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;another women (some politician). I generally travelled alone by buses and train and always took a first class, anticipating that I am safe. And yes don’t be in this illusion that it doesn't happen in developed countries like &lt;a href="http://www.safetyforwomen.com/start.htm"&gt;USA. Crime statistics state that a women is raped every 48 seconds in America….that is 78 rapes each &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safetyforwomen.com/start.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safetyforwomen.com/start.htm"&gt;hour!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly, many people believe the more vulnerable you look, the more vulnerable you are.How come you wearing &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;revealing clothes gives someone a right to molest you. I completely disagree . I wont say I have never been a victim of molestation. I am no &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exception.I wish I could have screamed or protested, but I was too petrified. I remained silent. And that's what most of the women do assuming“It happens and we cant do anything”. But the truth is we can do ,if we really want to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In an amazing incident,&lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/news/photos/album_details.php?AlbumType=PHOTO_GALLERY&amp;amp;AlbumTitle=The%20woman%20who%20took%20on%20the%20Armyman"&gt; a girl Rali Faihreim in Assam’s Haflong town beat up an Army Jawan for alleged molestation.(NDTV)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some say it was just a publicity stunt and some recognize her bravery. For me its a learning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Confrontation is necessary,and that does not happen immediately.This requires a mental and physical plan of action beforehand. I cannot hit someone because I am not used to it. But for survival anything and everything should be used as a weapon. One of my friend residing in Delhi used to tell me she carries safety pins while she travel by bus. At that time it sounded strange to me. Every thing that surrounds you can be your immediate weapon in survival confrontations. Please check out this site if you want to learn more on Self Defence. &lt;a href="http://www.safetyforwomen.com/preparing.htm"&gt;http://www.safetyforwomen.com/preparing.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We cant wait for an unforeseen incident to happen to us or to our loved ones. Till how long we will depend on our spouse or brothers to guard us. I cant claim that I am courageous but I want some sense of security, so that I can move freely and for that I need to prepare myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many of us will be mothers in few years and some of us are already blessed with a daughter. I don’t want my angel to live in fears and hesitation and so do u!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573786323892913953-2126078605092511728?l=khushidesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is going to be my first blog and I am very excited to proceed this exciting journey where I can share my feelings, my experience, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from life,my fears and much more with people who are strangers to me yet they are sailing in the same boat. I know everyone has their own personal space and they don’t want to share this with other people, but I decided to do this as I want to..I really do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am living in United States of America….most of us dream of that. But truly speaking the day I landed at  LAX Airport &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was least excited to see the beautiful views , the huge buildings, infrastructure, modern gadgets etc. etc. I was only missing my family, relatives, friends….i was missing those people whom I never thought I will ever miss….u wont imagine I was even  missing my maid..who used to do cleaning work at my home…yes I was missing her too…the flow of emotions were so intense that initially I used to feel..when will I go back..back to my country my people..i.e. India. I used to nag..nag a lot. Days passed and I realised that there is no way out and I have to stay here at least till my husband’s project will &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;continue.That was the peak time for me to decide whether to waste this time in nagging or should I make it worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reading books. One Day I was in a book store. I saw a book&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;entitled "Start- A -Craft"by Sharon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McSwiney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the book is related to learning the basics of card making. I never thought of Crafting before. I am a MBA&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;graduate and always thought these things are for girls who are &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;homemakers…and so do many people in India think..but still I thought I should give it a try. It started just as a time pass. I started collecting materials and equipments to make &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cards. I started chasing for craft stores. I must say in US people give a lot of importance to crafts, .and this was a blessing for me, as it aroused my interest manifold in this field. I started looking for you tube,google videos etc. so that I can accumulate many more creative ideas related to home     decor, women accessories, recycled crafts….the scope is infinite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crafting is not all about expertise or skill , it is about creating something. These days when I wake up I don’t wake up dreary, thinking what I ll do the whole day. I wake up with a zeal that I ll create something. I ll do something creative.May be today I ll paint a dull wooden photo frame in bright sparkling colours full of life…make it more glamorous and appealing.May be I ll sell it or give it as a present to someone, but I m sure whosoever will see it will SMILE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3573786323892913953-7854064487168397363?l=khushidesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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