A groping hand, leering looks, leching lips and a lusty breath; she says its often writ large on his face. Disgusted and on the verge of tears, she confesses to having felt stripped naked in the midst of scores of probing eyes.The state that has the highest female literacy in the country has been reeling under a series of outrageous sex scandals that revealed its battered victims to have been literally thrown to the dogs. Kerala has in the last few years seen an astonishing rise in sexual crimes against women, and it has been barely two weeks since we saw a six year old and a seven year old girl having been brutally raped and killed by juvenile delinquents barely into their teens themselves, in two separate incidents in the state. Ranging from crimes as eve teasing to molestation to acid attacks to dowry deaths, we have seen it all. Appallingly, there seems to be no positive correlation between the ever rising educational status of the women and their ever declining social status, which emphatically breaks down the age old myth that education invariably, leads to empowerment. Trivandrum has the added notoriety of being a city that assumes darker shades than usual with the sun having set, with the penultimate result that one barely sees a woman by herself on the streets once the clock has struck an explicit eight. The horrendous phenomenon seems to have spread evenly across the world, as is evident from Keshis post here, and Sri commenting here. Sad, but indeed true!
I came across the The Blank Noise Project, the other day, which is a pertinent platform and a support group to voice thoughts, to give vent to frustrations and probably decide once and for all, that enough is enough. There was very little that I could do other wise, and hence I decided to Blogroll them, and spread the word. Hope this helps!
Tag O' Rama.
" Tag O' Rama
Thursday, July 06, 2006 ||
7:21 PM ||
What does one do when out of the blue, one has a picture tag stuck on ones back? Here goes:
Most Desired Celebrity
If there is one person, whom I would love to meet some day in real, its Madhuri. I am a self-confessed Madhuri fanatic like scores of others across the globe, and once used to spend insane amounts of ink writing about her. With age, the juvenile obsession has given way to a more sensible admiration, but she is, and I guess will always remain my ultimate actress. Here is eagerly awaiting her much-talked about comeback to films, courtesy Shaji N. Karun and his forthcoming film Suryamukhi, on Raja Ravi Verma.
Want to Visit This Place
Well. I have been fascinated and mesmerized by the white ball that hangs around peacefully in the night air, ever since I first caught sight of it, about thirty years back. Intend to go on a vacation there, some day. ;)
Want to Do This Someday
The last time I saw a real one, I ran for miles and had to be shipped back. This is one man who simply makes me go bonkers with what he does. Okay. Am pretty much sure, either the snakes are made of rubber, or he is. Eeeks!
Random Favorite(s)
These guys have been around for an year now, and have been giving me those yummy looks from my desktop, way too often. I refuse to select one among the two, and here they are, together as ever, for your benevolent approbation.
The Man Behind the Scenes
Is none other than James, who did a wonderful job of the tag, himself. Do take a look! And thank you James, for this tag that has been loads of fun!
And now the fun part. Guess what?? Srijith, Priya, Amy, Jeevan and Praveen (Gotcha!). Could you fellas be good and serve as the torch bearers, please?? ;)
Tic-Tag-Toe.
" Tic-Tag-Toe
Sunday, July 02, 2006 ||
7:48 PM ||
It has been about two weeks since I had been tagged by Praveen. And I spent about five days looking up the meaning of a tag, four days formulating devices to come up with the perfect tag response and three days to actually respond to it. Well, almost. ;) The five weirdest of my habits, not necessarily in the order of bizareness, that I would never have wanted another living soul to get wind of, had it not been for the evil ploys of Praveen, are as follows:
1. Tiptoe across the room, in fake caution, lest I wake someone fast asleep, while I have my amused mom and dad, who are the only other residents sharing my place, looking at me all baffled.
2. Pretend as if I heard a knock at my door and open it to find not a soul in sight.
3. Make bawling noises under the shower to hear my awesome voice echo all over.
4. Walk a few feet away from the parking lot, and press the remote a couple of times, to ensure that the doors have not suddenly developed legs of their own.
5. Mimic and talk back to the NDTV news reader, hoping to drive her nuts, in the tedious process.
Statutory Warning: Any attempt on the part of fellow bloggers to publicize, promulgate or broadcast the above said facts would be dealt with strict disciplinary action. Meanwhile anyone who chuckles, grins or breaks into a guffaw would be officially considered to be tagged.
Lost in this drizzling blue moonlight,
..Lest a truant word finds its way
Its me.