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There was a time when my husband and I were regular movie cinema goers. For obvious reasons, since my son&#39;s birth there have been only a few occasions when we have gone to the theater to watch a film. Feeling that the time spent was worth it has become quite important for me. Recently, we came out of the movie hall in the intermission of the newly released film,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;K.G.F.&lt;/b&gt; While we saw its Tamil-dubbed version, it was still possible for me to understand the film overall because the story was so standard fare. Practically every scene was dark and had multitudes of goons belonging to different gangs, who finally were easily getting beaten by the hero. However, I am hearing that despite the redundancy, &lt;b&gt;K.G.F.&lt;/b&gt; has become a success even in its dubbed Hindi version.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another film that I saw in the theater to have disheartened me last year was Mani Ratnam&#39;s&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Chekka Chivantha Vaanam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(meaning the crimson red sky). Boasting of a stellar cast of Aravind Swamy, Jyothika, Vijay Sethupathi, Simbu, and Prakash Raj, the movie was interesting in its first half, leaving me guessing which of the three brothers was responsible for ordering the attack on their father, a don&#39;s life to inherit the empire after him. However, post interval the film lost its intrigue, and the ending seemed to be as if Mani Ratnam and his co-writer did not know how to close the movie. I found it even comical, though I am sure that was not the director&#39;s intent, so much so that it diluted whatever impact&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Chekka Chivantha Vaanam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;had initially registered.&lt;br /&gt;
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My movie trials are far from over even watching a film together with my husband at home.&amp;nbsp;At the end of a tiring day, if it is not able to hold my attention, I end up falling asleep even if I am the one to have selected the film. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise to watch &lt;b&gt;Andhadhun&lt;/b&gt; on Netflix on Christmas. We could not see it in one shot as our son woke up after his afternoon nap. However, despite the breaks, the movie did not lose its flow for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The story line of &lt;b&gt;Andhadhun&lt;/b&gt; is that a blind piano player, Akash (Ayushman Khurana), becomes an &quot;eye witness&quot; to the murder of an aging film star. Akash had been invited by the film star to give a private concert to his wife Simi on their wedding anniversary. While Akash is giving his musical performance, Simi is disposing off the film star&#39;s body with the help of her lover. In the events that follow both the witness and murderers make all possible efforts to protect themselves. These situations are thrilling, scary, and even funny occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a long time, I felt completely invested in a film. I would recommend anybody who has not yet watched &lt;b&gt;Andhadhun&lt;/b&gt; to definitely see it. Considering that I have such high standards these days, you will not be left disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently, I got to know that Prof. Aditi Simha, a faculty at the Department of Physics, IIT Madras passed away. I had worked in the same department and seen her many times in the corridors, but never had the chance to talk to her. Still the news was shocking as she was young.&amp;nbsp;It is being said that&amp;nbsp;she committed suicide&amp;nbsp;by consuming some poisonous fruits taken from the campus. I am reading online that Prof. Aditi Simha was depressed related to personal problems, which might have prompted her to take her own life. However, I am unaware for how long she was battling depression.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Life can indeed be harsh and hard.&amp;nbsp;In the current times, what with Facebook and Instagram, everyone&#39;s life seems to be an open book. It looks like all our friends are always travelling, eating great food, and having fun. This facade would make anyone going through a low point in his/her life feel hesitant to approach even someone they have known since childhood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When things are troublesome, we must remind ourselves that no one can say that he or she has never had to struggle.&amp;nbsp;Even for stepping into this world we have to wriggle our way out. How many times babies push themselves up when first learning to simply raise their bodies. As I watch my son grow, I see how in a desire to walk, run, and jump there is no fear of falling and he is willing to repeat the same exercise countless times with the same level of excitement and without tiredness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you will simply look around, then you will find someone facing a greater ordeal than you. I travel by local train sometimes to get to my office. Indeed I only have to step on to the railway station to see poverty and the sorry state of some people&#39;s lives to know how much more I have. At the same time, I also come across men and women trying to make an honest living despite their unfortunate circumstances. When a blind man in return for buying only ten rupees of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;chikki&lt;/i&gt; (a sweet made of peanuts and jaggery) says &quot;God bless you&quot;, I realize how much more I should be thankful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our God is full of mercy and grace.&amp;nbsp;From the time of our birth He has given us the inner strength to face our life&#39;s challenges.&amp;nbsp;The proof of God&#39;s love for us is His great sacrifice of sending His only begotten Son to save us.&amp;nbsp;Let this Christmas season be not only about being joyful but also hopeful. Believe that&amp;nbsp;however difficult the times may be, He will hear us. Know that He is always with us, even if&amp;nbsp; no one else is.&amp;nbsp;So hold on and do not let go.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is something about year endings that pushes me to want to make a change. Way back in 2012 when I was in the US, it got me to start this blog. Now that 2018 is coming to a close, I am once again in contemplation mode.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking back, although it was not a deliberate move, I stopped writing some time beginning of September 2015 when I found I was pregnant. From then on life became quite different. I would become tired, emotional, irritated, and absentminded (occasionally). After a point, sleeping comfortably was a challenge. Amidst all this, our house was flooded twice during the heavy Chennai rains in 2015. In the last three months before the due date, the focus was on keeping active and preparing for the new member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;
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My little bundle of joy arrived in April 2016. Since then things got busier in a way that I hadn&#39;t imagined despite all the &quot;What to Expect&quot; series of books that I had read. However, the craziness is worth it because it comes with these countless moments of joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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My days are quite tied up as I am also working in a company. We have a six day week, and Sunday just flies away doing some household chores. My me time is now limited to watching videos at night for a couple of hours if I have the energy, but it is not satisfying. The movies, serials, and reality shows are all just too predictable or have disappointing endings.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am feeling the need to do something that will make me more happy and the time spent more meaningful. Having refreshed my memories by going through some of my older posts, I am hoping that writing will do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Therefore, just as it is said for film actresses returning to the screen after a long hiatus, here I am, making a &quot;comeback&quot;. So wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sun o meri maiyya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Bojh nahi main kisi ke sar ka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Na majhdhar mein naiyya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Patwaar banoongi, lehron se ladoongi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ho… Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kal baba ki ungli ko thaame chali thi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kal baba ki laathi bhi ban jaaongi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Amma tere gharonde ki chidiya hoon main&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Daana lekar hi waapas ghar aaoongi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Jiski fitrat mein hairat samaayi nahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Jisko daulat se jyaada main bhaayi nahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Aise saajan ki mujhko zaroorat nahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Na kehne ka sunlo mahurat yahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Akeli chaloongi, kismet se miloongi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ho… Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Dil se dil ke taar toh jude nahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Toh rasmon main daulat yeh kaahe bahe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Hum toh pyar ki khwaish mein rishte bune&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Toh rishton mein laalach hum kaahe sahe?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kya shaadi ke aage zindagi hi nahi?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Jo shaadi hisaabon ki keval hai bahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Aisi shaadi ki mujhko zaroot nah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Na kehne ka sunlo mahurat yahi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Subah si khiloongi, ratiya si bharoongi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ho… Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiyya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The above song Rupaiyya… was played live at the end of &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.in/2015/08/satyamev-jayate-7-episode-3-big-fat.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Episode 3 of Satyamev Jayate&lt;/a&gt;, which tackled the issue of dowry in Indian weddings. This song has been composed by Ram Sampath, written by Swanand Kirkire and sung by Sona Mohapatra. The lyrics translate like this…&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear father, my beloved, my friend&lt;/div&gt;
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Hear oh my mother&lt;/div&gt;
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A burden I am not on anyone&#39;s head&lt;/div&gt;
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Neither is my boat in the stream&#39;s mid&lt;/div&gt;
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A rudder I will become, the waves will I confront&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday holding my father&#39;s finger I had walked&lt;/div&gt;
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Tomorrow I will become his walking stick&lt;/div&gt;
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Mother, I am your nest&#39;s bird&lt;/div&gt;
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When returning home, food I will surely bring&lt;/div&gt;
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In who&#39;s nature baffling us did not fit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who did not like me more than wealth&lt;/div&gt;
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Of such a lover I have no need&lt;/div&gt;
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To say &quot;no&quot; this is the appointed time, pay heed&lt;/div&gt;
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Walk I will as a loner, my destiny will I encounter&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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The heart to heart strings never did connect&lt;/div&gt;
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Then for customs why is this wealth being spent?&lt;/div&gt;
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In the desire of love, relations we knit&lt;/div&gt;
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Then in relations why greed should we accept?&lt;/div&gt;
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Beyond marriage is there no life?&lt;/div&gt;
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A marriage which by keeping accounts only drifts&lt;/div&gt;
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Of such a marriage I have no need&lt;/div&gt;
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To say &quot;no&quot; this is the appointed time, pay heed&lt;/div&gt;
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Like morning I will bloom, like night will I loom&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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How can money sell me!&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I am lagging way behind in my writings on&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Satyamev Jayate&lt;/i&gt; considering&amp;nbsp;the progress that it has made by&amp;nbsp;completing three seasons. But I guess it is never too late to talk about something important. So instead of giving up, I am choosing to continuing to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theme of the episode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this episode the audience was specially comprised of men and women considered to be of marriageable age. Calling weddings as the national passion of India, host Aamir Khan involved the youngsters by asking them about their wedding plans. If a boy wants to arrive at the venue in a helicopter, then a girl knows for sure what she will wear during her marriage ceremony and later at her reception. But not all such dream weddings lead to happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We are first told of Komal, a resident of Delhi, whose marriage was fixed by her parents. While everything was nice in the beginning, as the date of the wedding approached the boys family started demanding dowry, which her parents agreed to give. On the day of the wedding itself while Komal was on the stage and the guests had arrived they asked for gold chain as a gift. After the marriage the demands escalated to funding her husband&#39;s trip to US and furniture for the home there. In US Komal was mistreated, assaulted, and deprived of her basic rights of even food when she refused to ask her parents to transfer the deeds of their home in her husband&#39;s name. Finally her husband locked her in their home without food to eat, water to drink and electricity to keep warm from the snow outside. In desperation she called a women&#39;s shelter who then covered her medical expenses and helped her to call her parents. In hindsight Komal&#39;s parents have realised that they should never have met any of the demands made by the boy and his family.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nishana, well educated with a Ph.D., was a lecturer in a college in Madurai. Though married into a well-off family, nearly 820 g of gold and one lakh rupees in cash had to be given as part of the dowry. After the wedding a demand for a car was made. Later the in-laws and her husband started finding fault in her appearance and forced her to undergo plastic surgery. All this affected her negatively and pushed her to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Paramjeet Kaur&#39;s marriage was arranged in Punjab to a boy who was about to leave for Australia for his studies. In this process her parents were made to pay for his fees and tickets. Though originally she was supposed to join him there, he eventually left her behind within a week of their wedding. At her in-laws house she was continually ill-treated and insulted, not given any freedom and asked to bring in more money. Then one fine day they threw her out of the house. At the time of the episode telecast it had been three years since her husband has not returned back. Instead through his uncle&#39;s intervention he was asking for divorce over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When a girl&#39;s parents agree to spend lavishly for the wedding and give dowry, they do so thinking it is for their daughter&#39;s happiness. They worry that if the marriage falls apart then the society will look down on them. The fancy trends followed by the rich seep into the lives of the poor too, who also go beyond their means and take loans to to meet the needs of the rituals and celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The effect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the episode the story of Santosh Kumar and Ruby Devi is also narrated. In order to circumvent the problem of paying dowry Ruby Devi&#39;s father kidnapped Santosh Kumar in whom he found a suitable groom and forced him into marrying his daughter. It is a surprise that despite such unusual circumstances their marriage turned out to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turning it around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We are told that the group Tanzeem Khudaam E Millat has started the tradition of &quot;no band, no &lt;i&gt;baraat &lt;/i&gt;(groom&#39;s wedding procession), no dowry&quot; during weddings. As part of the festivities only juice and water are served whether the involved families are rich or poor. Mr. Ummedi from the this group told that in Burhanpur which follows this model not one girl has been burnt in 60 years over the issue of dowry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Finally Rani Tripathi was invited on the stage and her bravado was brought into limelight. Like other girls whose story we heard in the episode, her wedding was fixed and similarly at the heels of the marriage the soon to be in-laws demanded a car. On hearing this she was angered and decided to not accept things lying down. Rani along with her brothers and parents did a sting operation on the in-laws. The recorded video shockingly caught the guilty party shouting with arrogance and demanding for car and money. Interestingly when this video was telecast on tv many people came out in support of her and men sought her for marriage for her gutsy nature, which is how she met her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Before winding the episode Aamir Khan asked the audience of their views after hearing everything. A sea change occurred in the thinking of the girl who at the start of the episode knew perfectly how her wedding would be. Very wisely she said that she&#39;d come to the conclusion that she&#39;d rather have a simple and lasting marriage over an elaborate wedding. She added that if the couple still wanted something fancy then they should do it from their own money and not of the parents&#39;. Aamir Khan ended by saying that we should aim to prepare our children for their entire lives instead of being consumed by the desire to achieve one perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My comments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have an indirect connection with this theme. I had a classmate in school, Amit Goyal. I remember him as a brilliant student, loved by the teachers, friends with everyone and yet without arrogance. Everybody knew he would become something in life. But that was not to be. One day when I was in Class 4th I reached my classroom room to learn that he had died. His mother who was being harassed for dowry could not take it any longer. She put her son to sleep and then set him and herself on fire. Neither survived.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lived a major portion of my life in Delhi. The weddings there were grand. On some occasions there would be week-long pre-wedding celebrations like&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sangeet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(music and dance night) and &lt;i&gt;mehndi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(henna design). The food spread was always lavish. There would also be separate elaborate counters for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;chaat&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(all kinds of savouries), desserts and drinks. The clothes worn by the bride and groom were gorgeous. I have heard of occasions where parents have travelled to other cities like Jaipur and Lucknow to get specially designed dresses made. But the expenses however do not end with the marriage and reception. I have heard of traditions in which during the first year of marriage at each and every festival (holy, diwali, christmas, new year, etc) the girl&#39;s parents must give gifts to the boy and his family. One of my friends who was going to get married was excited at the prospect of shopping for an all new wardrobe as the custom is that the bride is not supposed to bring with her any of her old clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
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One point where I felt this episode of Satyamev Jayate lacked was in discussing the history behind dowry. Questions like when did giving dowry become a part of weddings, why was it made a part in the first place and when did it change to becoming a matter of show should have been discussed. I am sure there are researchers who must have studied this.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason the system of dowry continues is that we have accepted it. In the hit movie &lt;b&gt;2 States&lt;/b&gt; released last year, Ananya (Alia Bhatt) is visiting her boyfriend Kirsh (Arjun Kapoor) in Delhi when they go to attend a wedding. Just before the rituals can begin the groom&#39;s parents demand a bigger car than they are being gifted. To arrange for the equivalent money all the relatives start chipping in, the women by giving their jewellery. Then Ananya decides to intervene and has a chat with the groom. She makes him realise how lucky he is to have found a lovely and smart wife who is better than him and so he should settle for the small car and get married. The groom finally finds his voice and does exactly that. In the movie Ananya is applauded for this act as she is able to save the day. But isn&#39;t this giving a wrong message? After all the groom still took the small car as a &quot;gift&quot;. Don&#39;t you think Ananya should have instead talked to the bride and asked her to walk out? Could she guarantee that after the marriage this groom would manage to take a stand against his family in the secure confines of their home?&lt;br /&gt;
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Rani Tripathi&#39;s sting operation video showed how the demands of the in-laws are sometimes not even made subtly, but with screaming. They feel that as they have invested a lot for their son (education, career, etc) who will now be taking care of his wife they deserve what they are asking for, that it is their right. The sons who either themselves want to benefit from this situation or are controlled by their parents, do not raise any opposition. Though it is in the presence of God that the vows are taken and the wedding ceremony is performed, such men and women definitely do not fear Him. Clearly their sight &amp;nbsp;is fixed on all that is worldly. But this not what the Lord wants us to go for. In Matthew Chapter 6, Jesus Christ tells us:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;[a]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;shall be added to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;[a] such as food, clothes, money, necessities of life, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Remade in Tamil from a Malayam film Drishyam, &lt;b&gt;Papanasam&lt;/b&gt; stars Kamal Haasan, Gauthami and Asha Sharath. After a long time I found a movie with no frills managing to keep me gripped solely on the strength of its story and acting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suyambulingam is a cable operator living with his wife and two daughters in a small town by the same name. Though educated only till 4th class, he has acquired for himself a home, 5 acres land, a jeep and a bike. Many of the things that he has learnt have come through the movies that he watches daily. Everything is going well, until one night in his absence his elder daughter Selvi accidentally kills her blackmailer Varun (IG Geetha&#39;s son) and his wife helps to dispose off the body. When Suyambulingam returns and finds what has happened, he quickly grasps that an inquiry regarding Varun&#39;s disappearnce would be imminent and the connection to his daughter will for sure be revealed. He then uses all his knowledge from films to protect his family. The fact that the steps that he takes are intelligently crafted and are not predictable make the film interesting till the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keeping the entertainment quotient of the film aside, I would like to highlight something which struck me here. In the first half of Papanasam, Suyambulingam is shown as a hardworking and upright man. He refuses to accept a delayed dowry from his father-in-law. He stands up against an arrogant, local constable, Perumal who tries to make use of his power and troubles people for personal gain. When told to be careful in his behaviour towards men with authority, he says that being innocent he is not scared of the police and only fears God. But this God fearing nature is instantaneously pushed aside the moment&amp;nbsp;Suyambulingam is himself put to test. He does not take much time in hatching plans to keep the truth from coming out.&amp;nbsp;As he proceeds in his endeavour, that he has a guilty conscience is never really shown. Only towards the close does he express his sadness at having taught his children to lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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It appeared to me that the story tends to justify the protagonist&#39;s actions in terms of his belief that the law will not consider Varun&#39;s death an accident, that Varun was blackmailing would not be revealed and that&amp;nbsp;his daughter and wife would be sent to jail which would besmirch their names. But God knows our hearts and we wouldn&#39;t be able to absolve ourselves as easily in front of Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bible tells us that He wants us to be holy and perfect, just the way He is. In Matthew Chapter 8, Jesus Christ has warned:&lt;br /&gt;
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What He says further in verses 8 and 9 tells us how strict or disciplined we have to be with ourselves to match the standards expected of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though these profound words were said in the context of doing science, they do ring a bell even in our daily lives.&amp;nbsp;One can say that if you let distractions like gossip, worries, jealousy, and even success affect the way you function, then these are limitations that you have created yourself. In my opinion, however,&amp;nbsp;not everything that stops us from moving ahead is of our own doing. For instance, certain health issues crop up sometimes due to a family history or simply out of nowhere. The world economy crumbles and the jobs once considered secure, are lost.&amp;nbsp;Your best laid plans fall flat for no fault of yours.&lt;/div&gt;
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In comparison I feel our fears are perhaps always self-imposed. A classic example is my fear of dogs since school days (see an old post on it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://nclgirl.blogspot.in/2006/10/dogged-life.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Now well into my 30s, I am still not prepared to overcome this phobia. Even today I will do everything possible to keep the longest distance from stray dogs on the streets. On a more serious note, there can be other deeper fears, such as a fear of opening your heart to love, a fear of commitment, a fear of abandonment,&amp;nbsp;a fear of losing someone dear, a fear of falling short of people&#39;s expectations, etc. that can hold you back from finding happiness and peace.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I discussed this topic of fears with a colleague I met during a conference, she said that in her opinion our fears can also keep us safe. The fear of getting duped, robbed, assaulted or raped can force us to be more aware of our surroundings, to not be naively trusting and to take certain precautionary measures. Indeed it may be one such step that could ultimately protect us from an untoward happening.&amp;nbsp;However, the unease lurking in our minds can also bind us, curtail our independence and hinder us from what we might otherwise be capable of achieving were we living in a utopian world.&lt;/div&gt;
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What do you consider as your &lt;b&gt;Me Time&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Is it the moment when you wake up in the morning and fix a cup of tea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Or is it the extra time you take on a weekend to sleep?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Is it the 60 minutes you spend in the gym or out jogging?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Or is it when a new recipe in the kitchen you are cooking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Is it the evening hours of togetherness with family?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Or is it when you go on a holiday separately?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Is it when you read, write, watch tv or play?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Or is it in bed at night when you quietly pray?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve always thought &lt;b&gt;me time&lt;/b&gt; to be as the time which belongs to you, doing things allowing you to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can our work also be our &lt;b&gt;me time&lt;/b&gt;? If it were, then would we put more into it than we otherwise do? Would it reduce the stress we normally feel around deadlines? Would then peer pressure and the need to perform not bother us? On the other side, will we end up devoting ourselves to work exclusively? Will we forget to appreciate the beauty around us?&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I feel apologetic if my work is or isn&#39;t my &lt;b&gt;me time&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3584430289837993058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/11/me-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014998929979562011/posts/default/3584430289837993058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014998929979562011/posts/default/3584430289837993058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/11/me-time.html' title='Me time'/><author><name>Tuhina Adit Maark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600459784502433349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_TU18jY6vTEc1wSt-Z5W8061POCMb3YBe0X7Wpiu7ldZmxpixh2aJ5LglO9m9JM54nmpIHLwivU3BhcFXHyp76xjOh7n_FHLcQZ9esKZ9vNhgvpR44W6q8tgYhUIQlE/s220/800px-Stipula_fountain_pen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5WZv3TSPQPobw2QobMegM57zOn9OsiiuBrggNIpCuAczDsEeO1YNGz0kLPSXOkpq2CB628TU8BbrvTtYGQb48MHA72-9U37GfQ1kuqi5kR3ExJDkGNOY0ZKJaMSXDESkNsmm7H-CXsps/s72-c/time-371226_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014998929979562011.post-6766363664401310593</id><published>2014-11-02T01:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-11-03T22:34:35.453-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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There is a part in Genesis (Chapter 18-19) where the Lord is going to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah because of the extreme sinning in the cities and He reveals this plan to Abraham. But when Abraham pleads to the Lord for the righteous living there, He agrees to not destroy the cities even if there are only ten good people remaining. Two angels arrive in Sodom and are taken in by Abraham&#39;s nephew, Lot. Not only does he provide them a meal but also intervenes when a maddening crowd surrounds his house. These angels who are about to bring the destruction then bring Lot, his wife and daughters out of the city. They tell Lot and his family to escape and not look back. But Lot&#39;s wife does and is turned into a pillar of salt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently I was asked whether looking back I would have liked to change something I did or didn&#39;t do from a professional standpoint. Initially stumped by the question my answer was no. Not that I imagine myself to be perfect, requiring no polishing, I feel such attempts in general can leave you questioning everything specially if life is not going your way.&amp;nbsp;Wondering years or even moments after the decision was made if one should have taken a different path altogether or chosen to keep walking on the road one was already on could be detrimental to your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is better to introspect where you are currently and if you are not satisfied with what you see then try to improve that aspect in the future. Even after this process it may be a while before an opportunity arises or you are able to create one yourself. Until then we do as it says in Hebrews, Chapter 12:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;... let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfect of faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Continuing with my effort to cheer myself up I tried this simple recipe of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Paalak Murg&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Spinach Chicken) gravy. Living abroad I have often found the lamb meat does not taste as nice as back home. As a result I mostly cook chicken or sometimes prawns. So I thought that I should try something new using chicken.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How I did it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been following Mehan&#39;s Kitchen blog for some time now. Previously I have made &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/06/trial-and-error-2-broccoli-cutlets.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;broccoli cutlets&lt;/a&gt; using a recipe from the blog. This time I chose &lt;a href=&quot;http://mehanskitchen.blogspot.com/2012/03/chicken-and-spinach-curry.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chicken and Spinach Curry&lt;/a&gt; recipe there. The one minor addition that I made was using two diced tomatoes to make the gravy along with the onion. As I did not have garam masala, I substituted it with biryani masala.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to admit that for once I did not come across any difficulties while cooking Paalak Murg. In the future too I don&#39;t see any reason to deviate from the methodology.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was totally yummy and I enjoyed eating Paalak Murg with chapatis. Here are is a picture for you to see:&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week I was feeling a bit low. So I thought of changing things a bit over the weekend by trying out a couple of new and of course easy recipes. :) Yesterday evening I gave making &lt;b&gt;Broccoli Quiche&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a try.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I did it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I followed the video for the above dish on allrecipes.com (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://allrecipes.com/video/1035/easy-broccoli-quiche/detail.aspx?prop24=RD_VideoTipsTricks&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). I used shredded cheddar cheese and a store bought readymade pie crust which made the cooking very simple. The other small difference was that instead of using broccoli heads as it is, I chopped them into smaller pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the pie crust was not pre-baked in the oven before placing all the filling over it, the base remains soft. The next time I will probably try to make it crispy and brown by baking it first initially for 10 min with weights and then without them for another 15 min. I did set the oven to 350 F but after 20 min when I did not find the filling to solidify and set, I increased the temperature 400 F and baked for another 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My verdict.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I definitely enjoyed the end result. As the broccoli quiche was made for dinner time I served it with pasta. One could also have salad on the side as a more healthy option.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Gulaab Gang&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one movie that I was very much looking forward to. Starring the once competitors Madhuri Dixit and Juhi Chawla this was meant to be a clash of the titans. When its trailer first came out I had thought the film will be crackling. But sadly it was a great let down for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Simply put the story is of Rajjo (Madhuri Dixit) who runs a group called Gulaab Gang which is ever ready to put the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;danda&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(or rod) to use. Enters Sumitra Devi (Juhi Chawala) as the vicious politician to add to their troubles. Both power wielding ladies are soon pitted against each other. Who wins - the good or the evil? forms the rest of the movie. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If those who use their positions for personal gain, do so as openly?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;While extreme in nature, Sumitra devi mirrors the reality. I was revisiting the first season of &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/01/satyamev-jayate-1-initial-euphoria.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Satyamev Jayate&lt;/a&gt; - Episode 3 in which a video recorded as part of a sting operation carried out by a bride-to-be showed her prospective in-laws loudly shouting and unabashedly demanding dowry from her parents and brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Why is it that having a choice between the right and wrong and between heaven and hell some people would still go for the latter option in each case?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;suppose knowing is one thing and believing another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If today the Lord was to speak from the heaven would it help?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The book of Exodus is full of instances of His glory and power. Most of us are at least aware of the part where He saved His people from the Egyptian Pharaoh and his soldiers by parting the Red Sea. Through their journey He was with them - as a cloud during the day and as fire by night. But when Moses did not come down from the mountain for a long time, they turned to other gods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the film some cases were shown in which Gulaab Gang went to the rescue of ill treated women. But not once were they successful in appealing to the reason of the perpetrators and always ended up resorting to various forms of violence - slapping, breaking bones, cutting ears, and even killing. The action packed climax ends with Sumitra devi&#39;s mighty hand being both literally and figuratively cut off and with Rajjo also getting jailed. It reiterated for me what Jesus Christ had said when stopping his disciple from coming to his defence against arrest:&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of young men and women these days are inclined to think that the solution to all corrupt and deplorable acts is to simply lynch the criminals and offenders. But that does not change wrong practices nor put an end to all kinds of deceit and lawlessness. Martin Luther King, Jr. had phrased it way better:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy, instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder the hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes. Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Ref: Where do we go from here: chaos or community, 1967, pp 62-63)&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9146534805263106984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/gulaab-gang-violence-begets-violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014998929979562011/posts/default/9146534805263106984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1014998929979562011/posts/default/9146534805263106984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/gulaab-gang-violence-begets-violence.html' title='Gulaab Gang - violence begets violence'/><author><name>Tuhina Adit Maark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12600459784502433349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_TU18jY6vTEc1wSt-Z5W8061POCMb3YBe0X7Wpiu7ldZmxpixh2aJ5LglO9m9JM54nmpIHLwivU3BhcFXHyp76xjOh7n_FHLcQZ9esKZ9vNhgvpR44W6q8tgYhUIQlE/s220/800px-Stipula_fountain_pen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LHVBDG2qI-cFhI_2oDkaUU9sFnehs1sjTKmLtGqxiccTQjNZtrz5DCVHIG7cDjZyzXSXUD_0dL15LbnjhXwkL2NMDg6JSzr8WJ_tHEo3cSl2DfWvSliaFI0FSXz8kDnQXP6s-MceM-w/s72-c/gulaab-gang-1a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1014998929979562011.post-1663285529257149707</id><published>2014-03-15T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-03-15T11:23:19.368-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><title type='text'>What goes into a great marriage - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Continuing from where I left in &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/what-goes-into-great-marriage-part-1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of this two post series, I am going to list out now the remaining five pointers for a great marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(6) Show grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What we receive from God is through His grace and not because of our good works. In a relationship we must extend the same grace to our partner. Living together spouses are likely to hurt each other on occasions. But it does no good to hold on to the anger. An advice my father-in-law gave to my husband and me was to end a fight before going to sleep at night and to not take it over to the next day. Be kind and forgiving in &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/02/how-love-should-be.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;. Do not keep pointing out your spouse&#39;s mistakes and don&#39;t get upset when they are unable to change the way you want them to. Realise that everyone&#39;s journey to God is different and that He works on each person in a unique way. Let your home be a place where your heart always wants to return however bad the day might have gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(7) Stay open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have to admit that when I was in school and college I used to feel shy to speak up in class. Even now sometimes in parties or get-togethers I enjoy listening more. It is with those close to me that I love to talk. Not surprisingly a top priority for was me was to find a husband with whom I&#39;ll have a great comfort and vice versa so that neither would feel awkward in saying anything. In a marriage being able to communicate is so important. Couples must forge a bond of trust which allows them to share their stories with the confidence that they will not be made fun of. I think that specially when we are stressed we tend to keep our worries to ourselves in our desire to &lt;i&gt;protect&lt;/i&gt; the other person. But such secrets only build up with time and make your heart heavy burdened. So whatever the difficulty don&#39;t shut your spouse out. Whether it is about a thought eating you or your love - openly express it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(8) Plan romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A few years into marriage a routine can set in a couple&#39;s life. Marketing for groceries, cooking, cleaning, paying bills, etc take up a lot of your time and focus. For those who have kids things are still busier. Taking them to school, helping them with home work and assignments, activity classes, sports practice sessions, their friends&#39; birthday parties, … the list is endless. Along with that in India many married couples stay with parents and some even in joint families. Given this scenario it is much needed to take that special time out for each other. It is not about spending a lot of money but being together by yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(9) Be flexible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On my older blog I had once written a post (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://nclgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) inspired by Somerset Maugham&#39;s quote:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;We are not the same person this year as the last; nor are those we love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed we as individuals evolve with time. You are affected by the happenings around the world, challenges you face, various experiences which you undergo, interesting people with their unusual outlooks whom you meet, and even by the vast knowledge that is now so easily available through the internet. A primary reason I started &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Write Around the Corner&lt;/a&gt; was because I felt different from the girl who used to write on &lt;a href=&quot;http://nclgirl.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;My Scribbling Space&lt;/a&gt;. But it is not a happy chance that will keep us on track to loving a changed person while changing ourselves. It requires us to not be simply absorbed in ourselves but study our partner. Hear what he or she is saying and read between the lines. Don&#39;t always do things your way. Be considerate and be flexible enough to give in to your spouse&#39;s needs and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(10) Relax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I remember throughout my Ph.D. I used to be very serious when preparing for presentations. I would rehearse speaking so many times beforehand that on the actual event I would sound too practiced. But in the last one year I have learnt to relax more. I still go through my slides and make tweaks but I don&#39;t get worked up about it. I suppose it should be the same when it comes to our relationships. We shouldn&#39;t be obsessed about making everything perfect. The worst thing you could do to yourself is compare your life with others and give it a rating. Instead be calm and enjoy the journey. Make those changes which are needed but give them time to settle. Take up hobbies that you like and don&#39;t isolate yourselves. And when frustrated call upon God for help.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sure it has happened to many of us when we&#39;ve been praying for something incessantly but still found God not granting that to us. Does it mean He is not even listening to us? I don&#39;t think so. I am beginning to see that His not answering is an answer in itself- a resounding &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;, which we are mostly not prepared and willing to accept.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday in the Bible study I go to, one of the girls said that she feels that the things that God is not giving to her are really her wants and not needs. However, even our needs He may not provide us at the time we think is right but when He knows its the most appropriate. Until then what you have on your hands is a seemingly endless wait in which you tend to battle with questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Questions about our future often plague us. You may even seem to be lost in the woods. As living creatures we are prone to be lead by what we can see, hear, or feel. We find it easier to base our belief on something tangible. It would take a lot to stop oneself from turning to a person who gives you the impression that he can &quot;tell&quot; you all. It is in exactly such blurriness that God wants us to hold on to our faith in Him. This requires us to trust in the Lord leaving aside our anxiousness and apprehensions. Such a conviction only comes when you love with all your heart, mind, and soul. Then we too will be able to say like King David:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I fear no evil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;For You are with me;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Psalm, Chapter 23, verse 4)&lt;br /&gt;
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So today let us pray that we may no longer be afraid of the unknown that is lying ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Sunday at our church service the sermon was on the ways to have a great marriage. In our pastor&#39;s words a marriage is like a garden which needs careful tending. He gave us ten practical instructions based on his 23 year old marriage. In this post I am going to talk about five of those points based on what I heard during the sermon with my own thoughts mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(1) Motive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In India they say if your children are married then they are &lt;i&gt;settled&lt;/i&gt;. For some girls marriage means security. Others consider it to be their fairytale ending. Romantic movie dialogues give the impression that it is a way to complete oneself and a key to finding happiness. Our Pastor however, equated this to a form of idolatry as you are putting a person on an even higher pedestal than God. If you do feel that there is a part that is lacking in your life then you should look to God to satisfy it. What then you might question is the purpose of marriage. A Christian marriage is the coming together of two persons to serve and honour God and it is meant to be demonstrative of God&#39;s love for the world. Just as the vows that my husband and I took at the altar said, a marriage is a commitment&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;to love, comfort, honour, and keep (your spouse), for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, so long as both shall live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rightly so it should not be entered into lightly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(2) Be thankful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Living together for years can bring in a sense of overfamiliarity. It is very easy to take the other person for granted. With time you are no longer shy or intimidated to say or do things as you were in the beginning of the relationship. After a while your focus may shift to noticing all that is wrong in your spouse. This can obviously build up resentment in your heart and cause you get angry. In such a scenario it is very important to remember to recognise the good qualities your spouse has, to acknowledge the efforts they put in daily, and to praise him/her for the support and comfort they give you. Our Pastor suggested writing your spouse a letter or saying a prayer specially for your husband/wife to remind yourself why you fell in love with them in the first place. Philippians, Chapter 4, verse 8 also tells us that we should meditate on&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;...whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(3) Lean on God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last year I had posted (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/05/by-ourselves.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) how we tend to wrongly believe that we can achieve anything by our own efforts alone. In a similar vein in a marriage when couples face difficulties they are inclined to resolving their issues by themselves. While we are (correctly) willing to use different resources available to us, such as articles on the internet, self help books and therapy to fix everything by ourselves, we are reluctant to ask God or may be we even forget that He is in the picture. I believe that if there is one being who will not judge us for our weakness but love us all the more, then that is God. So when the going gets tough follow what Proverbs, Chapter 3 says:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(4) Ask for help&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A question that was raised in this week&#39;s Bible study was &quot;Why do married couples find it difficult to ask for help?&quot; Personally I feel after marriage your problems are no longer just your problems as there are two lives which are now intertwined. While social networking sites are great at connecting with friends, they also tend to give a false sense as if everybody else is having a wonderful life. How then are you supposed to feel comfortable reaching out? These days the one spot I am quite at ease is perhaps our church. I have come to realise that it is not just a place of worship, but also a safe haven where anyone can go to though broken spirited and tired with struggles and still be accepted. For some it is not shame but pride that comes in the way of taking help. Mostly we want to be independent and are wary of taking advice. In either case, not drawing upon somebody else&#39;s wisdom could prove detrimental in keeping a marriage. So if you are shying away from friends, talk to the elders in your family. Sometimes it is just a matter of understanding that the difficulties that you are going through are not unusual and can be overcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(5) Fight fair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For starters I don&#39;t think any marriage can be conflict-free. I have previously written a post (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/01/anger-management.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) on the fiery aftereffects of anger and how to douse them. Hurtful words indeed have a habit of lingering on long after they have been uttered and can be devastating to a marriage when they are added to a list which is being constantly renewed and reviewed. This makes it all the more necessary to hold oneself from saying anything that could be regrettable. Taking time out and getting away from the situation at hand could help you gain perspective on why you are fighting. Ask yourself if you are simply trying to win a point over your spouse. Our Pastor advised couples to not exaggerate during arguments and avoid beginning sentences with &quot;you never&quot; or &quot;you always&quot;. Something that I will surely remember from the sermon is him telling that the most important words in a marriage are not &quot;I&lt;b&gt; love you&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;but &quot;&lt;b&gt;May be you are right&lt;i&gt;&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;be quick to hear&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;slow to speak, and slow to anger.&lt;/i&gt; (James, Chapter 1, verse 19)&lt;br /&gt;
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It is that day of the year when love can be literally found all around us - in the meaningful cards and beautiful flowers, in the first confessions of hidden feelings, in the vows taken for a life together, in the celebrations of what you have, and in the sad remembrances for some who lost. But love is not about what you do on Valentine&#39;s Day but how you are with your love every day. Verses 4-8 in 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13 (see &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+13%3A4-8&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) provide the best description of what is love. Using these as a guide I have written this short poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love be willing to endure and be gentle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And do not ever be resentful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love be humble and be modest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And do not be to others insolent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love be selfless and be slow to anger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And in your heart do not keep things bitter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love do not revel in the sinful ways&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Instead exult when truth reigns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love take on whatever life may bring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Without your trust even once through it floundering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In love always stand firm and always hold on to your belief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your love should be such that it does not cease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; widows: 4;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bikhrey&amp;nbsp;tootey tukde saare judh rahe hain &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Betuke&amp;nbsp;se sur woh saare mil rahe hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aainey&amp;nbsp;ka dhundhlaa chehra khil raha hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Nanhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;si ek jaan ne apna bachpan khoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Khauff&amp;nbsp;ki maili chadar odhke soya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Bebas,&amp;nbsp;akela, bezubaan, chupchaap royaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Barson&amp;nbsp;se yeh behte aansoo tham rahe hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Khul&amp;nbsp;rahi aankhen jo ab tak nam rahi hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule hauley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aainey&amp;nbsp;ka dhundhlaa chehra khil raha hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule hauley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Chura&amp;nbsp;ke khud se aankhein main har pal jiya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Zahar&amp;nbsp;jo usne ghola maine&amp;nbsp;woh&amp;nbsp;piya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Chuppi&amp;nbsp;ke aadh mein chipkar usne jurm kiya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Zubaan&amp;nbsp;par laga woh taala khul raha hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Meri&amp;nbsp;nahi koi khata ye pataa chala hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Aainey&amp;nbsp;ka dhundhlaa chehra khil raha hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dheere&amp;nbsp;dheere, haule haule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;Ram Sampath has both given music and lent his voice to the song Haule&amp;nbsp;haule… which he performed at the end of &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2014/02/satyamev-jayate-5-child-sexual-abuse.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Episode 2 of Satyamev Jayate&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;Svati Chakrvarty has penned the lyrics describing the pain and suffering and the long road to recovery of a child who has been sexually abused. Below I have tried to translate the above lyrics in English for those who do not understand Hindi. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Scattered,&amp;nbsp;broken pieces are all unifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Those&amp;nbsp;meaningless notes are all intermixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;mirror&#39;s faint reflection is blossoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A&amp;nbsp;little life has had its childhood lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In a sheet dirtied with fear, covered he slept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Powerless,&amp;nbsp;alone, voiceless, silently he wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Since&amp;nbsp;years these flowing tears, are ceasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Eyes&amp;nbsp;that were moist till now, are clearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently,  slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;mirror&#39;s faint reflection is blossoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently,  slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Avoided&amp;nbsp;I facing myself, every moment that I lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;poison that he stirred in, it I sipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hiding&amp;nbsp;behind a garb of silence, the crime he committed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;lock which was on the lips is unfastening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That nothing is my fault, I am this realizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently,  slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;mirror&#39;s faint reflection is blossoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gently&amp;nbsp;gently, slowly slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Following the heart tugging &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/satyamev-jayate-3-episode-1-daughters.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;first episode on Female Foeticide&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of &lt;b&gt;Satyamev Jayate&lt;/b&gt; (see all posts about the tv show &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/search/label/Satyamev%20jayate&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) I was awaiting what Aamir Khan and his team would have for us in the second one. Would it be as effective and eye opening?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theme of the episode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The show started with Aamir Khan saying how special children are for their parents and how much protective the latter are for the former. He went on to share his own concerns and worries for his children. The audience comprising of young parents were asked to guess the percentage of children in India who are victims of child sexual abuse. Different people made estimates of which the maximum number was 10%. So when Aamir Khan revealed that according to the findings of a research carried out by the Women and Child Development Ministry in 2007&amp;nbsp;53% respondents (across different parts of India in both rural villages and urban cities) reported to have undergone child sexual abuse it left everyone shell shocked.&amp;nbsp;In the light of this staggering information the question of how safe our children are was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To break myths such as (i) children are most safe at home, (ii) only girls are sexually abused and (iii) the effect of what happened in one&#39;s childhood does not affect the future, many victims came forward to open up about their stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cinderella Prakash told how when she was just 11 years old her mother was in the hospital. Taking advantage her being alone at home one of her parent&#39;s friend, a man old enough to be her grandfather, one day came home on a pretext and sexually abused her. Hearing her account of the extent of abuse and her feeling of disgust at her own self at that point, was deeply disturbing. From them on she would try to run away whenever this man would come to visit her parents. Cinderella further, revealed that it was just four years before that she actually told her parents of this incident. She urged those who have suffered or are suffering from child sexual abuse to break the silence and vent out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Harish Iyer a grown up man now, was raped multiple times by a relative when he was just 6 years old. The abuse continued until he became 18. In this long duration of pain and suffering there were two occasions when he tried to tell his mother. But both times he was too young to be able to express himself clearly. Even when his mother understood, on the show she regrettably admitted, that she did not know how to respond as it was a family member who was involved and kept silent on the matter and didn&#39;t take any action. Harish said that it was like he was trapped in a cycle and continued to give in as his uncle would threaten him, until one day he mustered all his courage and said a resounding NO to the man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ganesh Nallari, a fashion designer, recounted how he was abused by his uncle from the age of 5 to 17 years. What happened in the past affected his future life so much so that that it was hard form him to form relationships. While breaking down he expressed that He held a grudge against God but that he was trying to forgive his abuser as only then he would feel free.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is behind the silence?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anuja Gupta, who runs an organisation called RAHI which provides counselling to victims of child sexual abuse, described what is really going through the child&#39;s mind: the victimised children, though &amp;nbsp;young, can gauge that something wrong is happening but think that no one will believe them and worse still instead of the abuser they even might be held responsible for the ghastly act. Anuja further opined that parents are ill prepared for such situations and so for the children in her own words &lt;i&gt;&quot;silence is a kind of self preservation&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Further the silence could also be a part of the abuse due to the direct or indirect threats they may receive from the abuser.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anuja most importantly outlined the different steps parents must take when a child approaches them:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Believe in the child&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Infuse confidence in him/her&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Apologise for the abuse happening on their watch and&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take a step to put an end to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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Through the example of a case where a 2 year old girl was being abused by her grandfather, she illustrated how if the abuser is someone from within the family one could hold a meeting of all the relatives and openly confront the person in question so that the act is never repeated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unmasking the abuser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. Rajat Sharma, a psycologist by profession, who has in his research talked to prisoners in jail on charges of child sexual abuse was asked to help identify who an abuser can be. He revealed that such people normally have no guilt, treat the child as an adult and believe that the kid enjoys the experience. In his view such culprits carefully mark their target and plan their actions. They normally have charming personalities and are able to win over the confidence of the children, parents and even neighbours. Though in India we give a grave significance to our children respecting the elders, he wisely expounded that we should rather tell the children &lt;b&gt;to respect behaviour and not age&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turning it around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the bright side we were introduced to an agency called CHILDLINE India (click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.childlineindia.org.in/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;) which is the world&#39;s largest children&#39;s helpline reachable by the number 1098. The service is available 24 hours a day and they come to the chid&#39;s aid within an hour.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the time this episode was aired there was no stringent law against child sexual abuse in India. There were many loopholes where insertion of a body part into the mouth verses a vaginal penetration was not considered a criminal offence. Nishit Kumar of CHILDLINE narrated their long 10 year struggle, because of such gaps in the law, in bringing to justice two ex-naval British officers who on the pretext of running a shelter in Mumbai for homeless children forced them to perform obscene acts. He highlighted the great need of sensitivity by the police, medical staff and lawyers in treating the victimised children during the entire investigation process.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the episode Aamir Khan conducted a short workshop (see video &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.satyamevjayate.in/watch-the-episodes/child-sexual-abuse/workshop-for-kids.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) with a few kids in the age group of 5-10. He asked them if they knew what was danger and what did they identify safety with. He informed them about the three danger points in their body that no one should touch, not even a doctor in the absence of their parents. In a friendly way he made the children remember a set of three actions to carry out if someone touched them in those danger areas - (1) scream loudly, (2) run away and go to a safe place and (3) go to the person they trust most and tell them what has happened. He finally suggested that parents carry out this workshop with their kids once every six months.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My comments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Soon after the episode the Parliament of India passed the Protection of Children Against Sexual Offences Bill. So things seem to be looking up. As taken from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&quot;The new Act&amp;nbsp;provides for a variety of offenses under which an accused can be punished. It recognizes forms of penetration other than peno-vaginal penetration&amp;nbsp;and criminalizes acts of immodesty against children too. The legislators tried to draft a gender-neutral Act, but failed, using the pronoun &#39;he&#39; in the description of various offenses. With respect to pornography, the Act criminalizes even watching or collection of pornographic content involving children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;The Act makes abettment of child sexual abuse an offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It also provides for various procedural reforms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;making the tiring process of trial in India considerably easier for children. The Act has been criticized as its provisions seem to criminalize consensual sexual intercourse between two people below the age of 18.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While there may be others, the only film that I have seen to sensitively talk about child sexual abuse is &lt;i&gt;Monsoon Wedding&lt;/i&gt; which&amp;nbsp;released 13 years back in 2001.&amp;nbsp;It rightly captured everything that this episode of Satyamev Jayate talked about:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;the abuser being a well respected family friend who has always helped them in their hour of need&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the young girl trying to push away the abuser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the long silence for years on part of victims&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the disbelief, laying the blame on the victim and initial non-response from family members when the truth comes out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
Amidst the wedding festivities the father figure (Naseeruddin Shah) of the victim first feels helpless but finally confronts the abuser in front of all the family saying: &lt;i&gt;&quot;These are my children and I will protect them even from myself if I have to&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. This is the rule that all parents should adopt.&lt;br /&gt;
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In India we are mostly close knit families and the worry of what people might say is often a great influence behind our inactions. However, in matters when a child&#39;s safety is at stake such paralysing thoughts should be quashed. It is important to realise that there are certain occasions where silence is definitely not golden.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like Ganesh Nallari there must be many other victims angry at God, some may have even turned away from Him completely and others might have taken the wrong path. One of the victims interviewed, Nazneen said that to forget the pain that she suffered she took to drugs and alcohol. It is therefore, imperative that these innocent victims are given all the love, care and confidence that they need so that they learn to stop hating themselves and to distrusting everyone around them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes those guilty to have broken beautiful spirits may go unpunished by our laws, but what Jesus Christ says is in store for them is quite frightening:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.&quot; (Mathew, Chapter 18, verse 6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to admit that during Christmas vacations I took it real easy. There was more ordering in of food and little of proper cooking. The snow storms that struck the city, also struck my enthusiasm. But with the new year not being so new any more and my birthday a week away I seem to be getting my drive back. So I thought of trying my hand at something I had made a long time back: &lt;b&gt;Chicken meat ball curry&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are two reasons that I have shied away from this one up until now: (1) the first time that I did make it I remember the meat balls broke when cooking and (2) the high standards that my husband holds with respect to this dish. He has grown up eating this delicious lamb meat ball curry which his aunts make. But the recipe is really intricate. So as a start I decided as usual to find an easier route.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I did it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been following &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bongcookbook.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bong Mom&#39;s CookBook&lt;/a&gt; blog for a while. To be honest I love her writing, the stories that precede the recipes. Plus, the photos of the dishes do give confidence that she is good at what she does. Searching through her repertoire I found this post: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bongcookbook.com/2009/06/kofta-curry-and-then.html&quot;&gt;http://www.bongcookbook.com/2009/06/kofta-curry-and-then.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and followed the instructions without deviating much. As I did not have cashew nuts and yoghurt I left them out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notes on cooking technique.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What is interesting is that Bong Mom&#39;s Cookbook tells that you can do the koftas (meat balls) three ways. You can fry them and serve as a starter, make them into a curry or use to make a pulao. I tried the first two and in both cases the meat balls came out nice and soft. In the meat balls mix along with coriander leaves I also added some mint leaves to give it a tangy taste. Though it wasn&#39;t mentioned I used 1 egg for binding. I have to admit that I added less salt in the meat balls. This was worked as far as the curry was concerned because the meat balls absorb the saltiness from the gravy when left standing. But it did leave the plain fried koftas wanting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I first made the meat ball mix and refrigerated it. While it was in there I began working on making the gravy. As the onions, tomatoes and ginger-garlic need to be cooked and cooled first before blending into a paste, by the time I was done 45 min had gone which was the more than the minimum time (30 min) for the meat balls mix to marinate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My verdict.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Given that it was rather cold in the evening when I made this recipe it did not take me too long to cook it. I do intend to make it again with one variation of adding coconut milk. I think it will make it tastier.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the final photo after much of the meat balls had been devoured:&lt;br /&gt;
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As per tradition I should have written a post on the last day of 2013 marking the first anniversary of &lt;b&gt;Write Around the Corner&lt;/b&gt;. But loads of work thanks to my project review mid-January, an immediate and opposite reaction to go into inertness following its completion and the desire to keep myself warm inside a quilt in this winter weather, held me from blogging my thoughts into words. And before I could help it, here I am already 25 days into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking back there were some promises that I had made when 2013 had just started.&amp;nbsp;They were:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To communicate more with those I care for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To write on this blog regularly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To take time out for doing the things that I used to like to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To increase my enthusiasm for cooking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To reduce my complaint reports to a minimum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Reviewing myself I scored in a few, failed in a couple of them and interestingly accomplished a thing or two that I hadn&#39;t even listed. The curious reader might wonder what are then my plans for the remaining 340 days? Honestly they are pretty much the same as above.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you were to read that post of mine (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2012/12/promises-to-keep.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) then you will find me relying solely on &quot;my will&quot; to achieve my goals. I have come to realise that it was highly audacious of me to have said so. Reading Chapter 4 of the book of James of the New Testament one November morning is what shook me up, as its following verses say:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Come now, you who say, &quot;Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, spend a year there, buy and sell, and make a profit&quot;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Instead you ought to say &quot;If the Lord wills, we shall live and do this or that&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But now you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, this year there is going to be one big difference. This time while making every effort towards arriving at the end results that I desire, I will also entrust those very desires to the Lord&#39;s will.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I came across this quote on somebody&#39;s Facebook page. For those who don&#39;t know that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;the building of the ark by &quot;amateurs&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;is in reference to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Noah&#39;s story in the Bible. The ark&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;saved him and his family by the great flood brought on the earth by God. The above quote seems to give the impression that one day Noah decided to start a new hobby out of his own will and ending up successfully bringing it to fruition based on his efforts alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;To be honest I was saddened and upset to see this picture painted as it is far from the real one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;If you were to read Chapters 6-9 from the book of Genesis in the Old Testament (click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%206:01-9:17&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;) then you would realise that Noah&#39;s story is one of strong faith in the Lord. The way it goes is that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;the earth had been brutally corrupted by the evildoings of men. The Lord was sorry and upset at His creation and decided to destroy it. However, He was very pleased with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Noah&#39;s devotion. It was when Noah was 500 years old that God first spoke to him, asking him to build an ark as He was going to bring a great flood over the earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Noah did not once doubt what he had heard and immediately set out to do as per &lt;b&gt;God&#39;s will&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;However, it was not after the passing of one year or two years but a good &lt;b&gt;100 years&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Lord actually opened the floodgates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Imagine the kind of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;opposition and difficulties that Noah and his family would have faced in this long period. People must have scoffed at them, perhaps called them names. Others would have surely questioned their belief and tried to tempt them to lead them astray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Though the Lord had given Noah the specifications for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;building the ark, the task itself would not have been easy for the sheer size of it. What can be said about the filling of the ark by each type of animal and bird! Clearly for that to happen the animals and birds would have had to come from different parts of the world. There is not a chance that Noah and his family could have managed this feat just by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The flood when it came lasted for forty days but the water stayed high for five months. It was in the tenth month that the mountain tops could be seen. For the earth to become dry another two months were needed. So when Noah and his family stepped out of the ark &lt;b&gt;a full one year&lt;/b&gt; had passed. Those 365 days must have tested their patience and faith as well. But they survived it all not because they simply braved it on their own, but because &lt;b&gt;God was by their side&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Another important point to take note of is that though God was angry at mankind He took 100 years to take the final action. One might wonder why He put Noah through that long ordeal. I feel that it was so because He really wanted to save as many as possible. He gave this time for men and women to give up their wrongful ways and turn back to Him. But sadly that did not happen and only a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;small group of eight remained standing in the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Now that same time has been given to us. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what are you going to do with it? How are you going to respond to His call?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For most part I find hearing and reading Aamir Khan&#39;s interviews a treat. In my opinion he comes across as someone whose actions are grounded in thought and do not have a hidden agenda. Many celebrities, mostly from the Hindi film world, have on the Koffee with Karan show said a lot of scandalous things on the pretext of jest. So I wondered how Aamir Khan would fare in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;
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After watching today&#39;s episode if there was one thing that I took away from it, it was a statement the actor made very early on. He said that he is learning to be more forgiving. I was once again bowled over as in today&#39;s tit-for-tat world how many of us give any importance to the need to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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For long if I got off on the wrong foot with somebody my immediate reaction was to close my heart to them. I have at times deliberately kept a distance from certain people based on past experiences, unwilling to give them a second chance. In my anger I have turned off the line of communication with a few. But in the last year or so I have come to realize that this is not how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the first prayers that I was asked to learn as a kid was what is called the Lord&#39;s prayer in the Bible. Among many things it asks God to,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Forgive us our as sins as we forgive those who sin against us.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We must realise that however good we might think ourselves to be, we are nowhere spotless and clean. What right then we have to condemn somebody else? If God can forgive so many of our daily wrongdoings then should we not extend the same magnanimity to others?&amp;nbsp;The above short and simple verse tells us that to receive God&#39;s grace we must ourselves be full of mercy and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is of course possible that even after forgiving a person once, he/she might be responsible for causing you hurt again. Jesus Christ said not seven times, but seventy times seven we should forgive a brother who has grieved us. This is the kind of loving heart we must all have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally I believe that forgiveness is incomplete if you do not let it go. Bringing up past mistakes in your mind only sprouts doubt against the person in question and you are likely to look at his/her actions and words with suspicion. So take out that notebook of records you are keeping and tear it apart and believe me you will feel much lighter, happier and peaceful than when you held all those grudges.&lt;br /&gt;
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Early this month my aunt came home visiting us for a few days. During that time my husband and I together cooked her some tasty South Indian food that we eat regularly. Of course we also took her around the neighbourhood and at the excuse of treating a guest we ourselves got to eat in our favourite restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to fast food we haven&#39;t been able to find the popular brands in our immediate vicinity. So knowing my husband&#39;s liking I set out to try &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;KFC &lt;/strike&gt;Fried Chicken and &lt;strike&gt;McDonald&#39;s&lt;/strike&gt; French Fries&lt;/b&gt; in my very own kitchen as a weekend dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I did it? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I searched over blogs and youtube to find the right recipes for the two dishes. Some even claimed to reveal the hidden secret. Eventually I mixed up a couple of versions in tandem with the ingredients I had with me. So the following are the steps to follow:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Peel the skins from 3 long (Russet) potatoes and cut them lengthwise, like typical shapes of fries. Soak them in water for 5 minutes to remove the starch.&lt;br /&gt;
2. In a deep dish bring water to boil and then blanch the potatoes in it for 5 min.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. Drain the water and cool the potatoes in ice water to stop the cooking process.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Next dry the potatoes either on a paper napkins or a towel.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Place the potatoes in a dish, cover it and refrigerate for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Bring them out just at the time of cooking. You do not need them to come to room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;
7. When the oil heats nicely deep fry the potatoes for a few minutes till they becomes slightly yellow in colour. Drain on paper towels to remove the excess oil.&lt;br /&gt;
8. For serving season with salt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;KFC &lt;/strike&gt;Fried Chicken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Wash the skinned chicken (I used 9 drumsticks), drain the water and pat dry. Marinate in 3 tbsp ginger-garlic paste for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
2. To prepare bread crumbs dry 3 bread slices in an oven at 300 F for 15 minutes (if bread is fresh), turning them over every 5 minutes. Allow them to cool and blend in a mixer/processor to a coarse texture. Keep aside.&lt;br /&gt;
3. In a large flat dish mix together 1 cup all-purpose flour (maida in India), 2 tsp chilli powder, 2 tsp pepper powder, 1/2 tsp turmeric powder and 2 tsp salt. Then add the prepared bread crumbs to it and give it a mix.&lt;br /&gt;
4. In another large bowl whisk 1 egg and add 1/2 cup milk to it.&lt;br /&gt;
5. At the time of cooking first put the oil to heat. &lt;br /&gt;
6. While the oil heats, start coating the chicken legs by first dipping in the egg and milk mixture and then rolling it around in the dry flour-bread crumb mixture. Keep them aside in a plate.&lt;br /&gt;
7. To know the oil is ready add a little wet flour and see if it immediately rises to the top. When this happens fry the coated chicken pieces in batches. If they are not completely covered in oil then you will need to turn them around to let them cook from all sides.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Cook the chicken for 15 minutes to get the (slightly dark) brown colour (but not burnt) on the outside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
9. Drain on paper towels to remove excess oil.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Serve with French fries on the side.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notes on cooking technique.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Regarding the French fries, I think I blanched the potatoes for nearly 7-8 minutes and so they became softer than needed. So the 5 minutes time in the above recipe is just correct. Ideally one is supposed to pack the potatoes in air tight bags and freeze them to make them crunchier. But as I didn&#39;t have such bags and the right containers, I refrigerated them instead. Further, I only fried the potatoes for about 2 minutes as they were already quite cooked and so they didn&#39;t get that yellow. As an alternative one could perhaps add turmeric powder to bring out that colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my &quot;research&quot; I saw two types on recipes for fried chicken. One in which the skin was removed from the chicken and another in which it was kept intact. I happened to have both types of chicken legs. What I found was that keeping the skin on made the fried chicken more crunchier. For making the dry mixture I used 2 cups of all-purpose flour but with the same measure of spices as in the above recipe. As a result I needed to season the fried chicken with some extra salt on the top. Further, even after coating all the 9 chicken pieces I had half of the flour mixture remaining. So, the 1 cup of flour that I have mentioned in the steps is the right quantity to take.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Though I made bread crumbs by myself, it was because I had forgotten to buy it from the supermarket. You could very well use the ready made ones and save some time. From what I have read if one were to also mix in some corn flakes along with the bread crumbs, it would make the fried chicken still crunchier. I definitely plan to make that addition in my next trial. Most recipes add garlic and onion powders into the flour. But as I 
didn&#39;t have either of the two I instead marinated the chicken in 
ginger-garlic paste. You could also add herbs like oregano and sage leaves if you have them in your kitchen cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My husband&#39;s verdict.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He loved the look of the fried chicken. Though he had the KFC taste in mind, he still liked it. He felt it would be nicer to have it during evenings instead of as a large dinner meal. As long as he thought it was a decent attempt it is encouraging enough to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the photo resulting from all that frying heat:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O ri chiraiya, nanhi si chidiya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Angana mein phir aaja re&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Andhiyara hai ghana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Aur lahu se sana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kirno ke tinke, ambar se chun ke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Angana mein phir aaja re&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Humne tujhpe hazaaron sitam hain kiye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Humne tujhpe jahaan bhar
ke zulm kiye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Humne socha nahi, tu jo udh jaayegi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ye zameen tere
bin sooni reh jaayegi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Kiske dum pe sajega mera angana?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O ri chiraiya, meri chiraiya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Angana mein phir aaja re&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Tere pankhon mein saare sitaare jadhu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Teri choonar dhanak satrangi bunu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Tere kaajal mein main, kaali raina bharu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Teri
mehendi mein main, kachi dhoop malu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Tere naino sajaa doon naya
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&lt;i&gt;O ri chiraiya, meri chiraiya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Angana mein phir aaja re...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The above song has been composed by Ram Sampath and written and sung by Swanand Kirkire. At the end of &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/satyamev-jayate-3-episode-1-daughters.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Episode 1 of Satyamev Jayate&lt;/a&gt; on female foeticide the two came on stage to perform it in front of the audience. Here I have translated the song in English and attempted to incorporate rhyming like in the Hindi version.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;In the lyrics &lt;i&gt;chiraiya/chidiya&lt;/i&gt; or bird represents the girl child. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O bird, little bird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To the courtyard return again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Darkness is deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And with blood sullied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Twigs of sun rays, pick from the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To the courtyard return again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;We have thousands of times caused you hurt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;We have inflicted on you all injustices of the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;We never gave thought if you fly away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This earth without you will be left desolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Who will then beautify my courtyard?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O bird, my bird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To the courtyard return again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your wings I will, with all the stars decorate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your stole with the seven coloured rainbow interlace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In your kohl I will, the black night pour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your henna I will, with raw sunshine cover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In your eyes a new dream adorn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;O bird, my bird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To the courtyard return again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like many I was eagerly looking forward to the telecast of the first episode of &lt;i&gt;Satyamev Jayate&lt;/i&gt; on 6 May, 2012. However, being in Sweden meant that I would not be able to watch it the moment it premiered. Luckily an official channel on youtube and a site for the programme were launched so that I could at least see it the same day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The episode opened with Aamir Khan telling us viewers how his personal pride for our nation&#39;s progress is mingled with a sadness at the things that are severely lacking. He lets us know what &lt;i&gt;Satyamev Jayate&lt;/i&gt; aims to do. Following this brief description we were taken into a studio filled with an audience.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theme of the episode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Standing centre stage Aamir Khan as the host brought to our attention the special place we have for our mothers in our lives. The sacrifices she makes for our well being are not hidden from us. In India many are known to worship goddesses like Durga, Kaali and Saraswati whom they call &lt;i&gt;Maa&lt;/i&gt; or mother. Despite this today mothers are being ill treated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
During the show we were introduced to Amisha Yagnik, Parveen Kaur and Mitu Khurana who each tell their awful stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amisha was made to undergo multiple abortions by her husband and in-laws whenever they found that she was carrying a female child in her womb. After some years of such struggle and much against their wishes when she did manage to deliver a baby girl, they took away the child from her to force her to give a divorce. Later with a lawyer&#39;s help Amisha got her daughter back and has since then been taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Parveen Kaur&#39;s husband wanted a son to carry forward his family name, but when that did not happen after a couple of attempts he one day assaulted her while she was sleeping. He bit her face and left it mutilated. The photos of the nose-less Parveen on a hospital bed silenced the audience.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For those who were under the impression that such incidents happen only in villages or in poor and uneducated families, hearing Mitu Khurana&#39;s account was an eye opener. Mitu, a doctor married one from her profession. Her father-in-law was a professor of history, mother-in-law a vice principal of a school and of her two sister-in-laws one was a teacher and another a Ph.D. After an ultrasound revealed she was going to have twin girls they began torturing her to have an abortion. The effect was such that she was about to give up her life when her father came to her rescue and took her with him. However, after the two girls were prematurely born Mitu went back to live with her husband and in-laws only to find no help. Worse was to come when on the pretext of assisting Mitu, her mother-in-law pushed the cot carrying one of the babies down the stairs. Luckily the baby was securely tied and did not get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How female foeticide came to spread on such a large scale across the length and breadth of India was explained by Dr. Puneet Bedi, a consultant in obstetrics and gynaecology in New Delhi. He informed that in the 70s our country&#39;s problems were blamed on its large population. A scientific paper suggested that the population could be brought under control if the &quot;unwanted girls&quot; were selectively aborted as most families yearned to have a boy. A program was started in the government hospitals where women were encouraged to do so. The eventual easy availability of ultrasound to determine sex of the foetus and the large monetary returns abortions brought, turned it into a 2000-3000 crore (200-300 million) rupees business. Later as various organisations protested the program was stopped in the government hospitals, but it continued to thrive in the private sector.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In news&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Next Aamir Khan talked with two Sahara Samay reporters Meena Sharma and Shripal Shaktawat from Jaipur who seven years back had carried out a sting operation which caught on camera 140 doctors from about 40 cities involved in the racket of killing the girl child. Video recordings of doctors promising that the girl will not be born alive and suggesting ways of covering up in case she is, like by throwing the baby in a river or burying it were shown. Yet with all the evidence none of them had been punished. Not only that all the cases (at the time of the episode) against the accused doctors were being considered separately and the hearings being held in different courts causing Meena and Shripal a lot of distress. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The effect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The episode highlighted that a direct effect of female foeticide is the large difference between the number of boys and girls. There are districts and towns with hordes of unmarried men which has led to more crimes such as buying and selling of girls, kidnappings and gang rapes. The women who are bought are treated badly at home and are not given any rights whatsoever. Sometimes they are forced to have sexual intercourse with all the unmarried men in the house. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turning it around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
During the episode Nawanshahr in Punjab was presented as a shining example of how a change can be brought about. The first issue that Mr. Krishnakumar took up when he joined as Deputy Commissioner of the district in 2005 was to correct the dwindling girls:boys sex ratio. To this end he held seminars and workshops for doctors and mid-wives, warning them of severe consequences lest they were found guilty. He got students and various institutes to join hands with him and organise rallies and street plays to raise awareness. A phone helpline was started to provide support to pregnant women and help them if they were being ill treated or forced to find the sex of her child. All these efforts led to a 71% increase in the sex ratio in 2011 compared to 2001.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Action&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the end of the episode Aamir Khan offered a simple solution to overcome the problem of female foeticide. He said that all of us as individuals come together to form a coherent strength. So all we need to do was to decide that from that moment onwards we will not be part of a society that kills the girl child and that we will not allow it at least within our families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My comments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For long daughters have been called &lt;i&gt;paraaya dhan &lt;/i&gt;(not one&#39;s own money) in our country. The perception is that as she will eventually get married, the family she is born into is not her actual family. So it is the boy who takes forward the family name and when the parents grow old it is supposedly the son alone who can take care of them. Further, age old traditions of having to give a large dowry during a wedding and of only the son being able to perform the last rites in certain religions have led people to preferring a male heir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier we would often find stories in the newspapers of just born baby girls being dumped in the trash. But with medical technological advancements came the ease of sex determination and abortion. Though presently it is illegal in India to determine the sex of an unborn child, such practices still happen. As was told in the episode some doctors work in packages offering to find the sex of the foetus and aborting it if it is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Initially I was in shock when I heard Mitu Khurana&#39;s story as her husband and in-laws were highly educated. However, having given more thought to it since I saw the show I realised that education does not automatically give a person a conscience and nor does it stop him/her from sinning. After all aren&#39;t all the involved doctors educated? Isn&#39;t it the families with the means that offer a bribe and buy accomplices? A lot can happen and remain hidden behind the closed doors of palatial homes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes we read or hear a lot about the wrongdoings taking place but do not register their significance. In this regard the sad and scary consequences of female foeticide were well brought out in the episode. Indeed it is definitely an issue that needs to be addressed. Clearly, its root lies in the negative mindsets of the society for a girl child. Perhaps that is why Aamir Khan&#39;s appeal for us to 
individually decide to put a stop to it within our personal circles makes perfect sense. Who else but us can better convince those around us? Let us not be afraid of or shy away from taking a stand.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.: For the O ri chiraiya... song that came at the end of the episode see &lt;a href=&quot;http://maarkmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/satyamev-jayate-4-o-ri-chiraiya-song.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;my next post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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