FREEDOM

What does a woman want??

Freedom from being the thing looked at rather than the person looked back. Freedom from self-consciousness. Freedom from the duty of sexual stimulation of jaded male appetite, for which no breast ever bulges hard enough and no leg is ever long enough. Freedom from the uncomfortable clothes that must be worn to titillate. freedom from shoes that make us shorten our steps and push our buttocks out, Freedom from the humiliating insults heaped on us by top shelf of newsagents, freedom from rape, whether it is being undressed verbally by men on the building site, spied on  us as we go about our daily business, stopped, propositioned or followed on the street,greasily teased by our male workmates, pawed by the boss, used sadistically or against our will by
 the men we love, or violently terrorized and beaten by a stranger, or a gang of stranger.
                                               - by GERMAINE GREER
                                                  THE FEMALE EUNUCH

EARTHQUAKE

I'm so scared of earthquake these days.. At night when i wake up sometimes feel the entire room is shaking and I'm going to die. Its so traumatic I keep fearing that ill die because of earthquake. Eveyone will run and ill keep sleeping.:-(

first ever

I don't know how to begin. I am blogging for the first time.

I really feel a desperate need to write something about a short encounter which i cant get over. I was walking in cp inner block with my ex-boy friend. We were having a breaking up conversation. I broke up with him that day. As we were talking i suddenly saw a boy of age around 9 or maybe 10 who just passed by me. His name was Javed . He was carrying a huge white bag. He couldn't walk straight . He struggled to carry that bag. He was like those thousands or more children that cover the streets of delhi. The thing that i noticed was an open wound on his head. His face was covered with blood. Another boy (litle older to him) with him told me that he met with an accident in the morning. It was almost evening. I tried to take him to a hospital. But he was really apprehensive. i dint want to push so i took him to a medical store. I thought they could do the dressing,. But they refused. They said it was against their policy. I felt really helpless. I tried to convince him to go to hospital with me. But he was determined not to.

As we were standing outside the medical store figuring out what to do. people gathered around. they were like
    "apne blade se khud ko marliya hoga. Chor dije isse . yaaha toh roz ke baat hai ".

I couldn't believe a kid was hurt and no one cared. How did it matter how it happened.

Javed was on his own trip. All he asked me was to let him go. A police man came seeing the crowd. I asked him to get a nurse who could do his dressing as he dint want to go to the hospital.
The policeman said he could do nothing. It was not under his control.
My ex told me to force him to the hospital.
I couldn't bring myself to do that.
I couldn't force the child.
Javed ran away in a while.

I still cant get over his blood covered face.
I wonder how is he?? Did he manage to survive the open wound and the infection.
I don't know what should i have done.
Forced him to the hospital??