— Marlon Roudette, New Age
— Manisha
— Albert Camus
My new sounds:
I’m writing this after having watched the second episode of Satyamev Jayate.
Today’s topic was sexual child abuse. A crime which is a taboo, the children aren’t allowed to speak up. Let me clarify that this is not a taboo in India only.
My mom always taught me one thing when I was around 4-7 years:
“There are two types of touchings. The good touching (hugs, cuddles) and the wrong touching. Also, the good touching should be done by people whom you love, if anyone else does, it’s wrong. If someone ever touches you, and it’s a guy, kick him in his balls and tell me. Rishtein bigde, to bigarne do. I do not care.”
I know as a kid I hated going to my karate classes. My mom didn’t care and I had to attend the classes twice a week. I tried to bunk many times, but she still told me to go.
Why??? I asked her many times. She said- its for your own safety. You both (me and sister) are girls. I don’t want you to be less than boys. You should be treated the same way as boys. I don’t want any difference. Also, this was for our safety, and I’m proud of my karate belts today.
I have been very lucky to have friends as parents. Be it my dad, or my mother.
After my childhood, I wanted to work with children. I wanted to teach them. So I opted for a teaching course. In second and third year, I had to do an internship, which I completed successfully.
I am glad to know that the education system in the Netherlands is there for the children always.
Be it in giving extra classes, teaching them etiquette or safety.
Teachers have numbers of child organisations in their desk drawers. For just, in case.
Anyone can call the organisations anonymously to alert.
I won’t tell you guys how to react when a child comes and asks you for help, because it is already told in today’s show. But I can tell you one thing:
A child would never ever lie about such a thing. Never ever.
This world can only be a better place in the future if we take the new generation seriously and protect them from evil.
The world is not ours, it’s the world for the upcoming generations.
A red saree covered her whole body, her curves were ravishing. A set of flowers adorned her hair, tied in a bun. The kohl in her eyes made them speak even more, they said she had the most beautiful eyes ever. A bindi to complete the beautiful face, well almost. A maangtikka parted the hair. Maang tikkas were her favourite piece of jewellery. A nose ring was important, her mother said. All said and done, she got red/golden heavy earrings to wear. Necklaces couldn’t be forgotten, she was wearing heavy ones. The beauty of the necklaces enriched the glow of her face. The armlets cuddled her soft arms, like they would never leave her again. Her mehendi had his name all over, but bet he wouldn’t be able to find it, her friends teased. The bangles matched the other jewellery perfectly. The rings made an awesome combination. They completed the look. Her mother gifted her silver anklets. She finally got to wear a golden kamarband that day, which highlighted her beautiful figure. A soft perfume echoed her beauty. Her solah shringaar completed. Nervously she took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the mandap while her cousins, friends and mother were holding her. “Mom…” she whispered in her mother’s ear. “Hmm?” “Why do they call it solah shringaar? I counted fifteen only” she asked. “We are now walking towards your sixteenth shringaar. The sindoor.”
When Howard and Bernadette decide they want to be married before his NASA launch, the gang rushes to put on a wedding.
I really love Bernadettes dress.
Love Bernadette’s dress.
