<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:43:15.401-08:00</updated><category term='MNC&apos;S'/><category term='relations'/><category term='instituion'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>learner for life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822.post-4954768097039832575</id><published>2009-05-01T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:07:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;----------&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHILD LABOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;   ------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv2HbnplgI/AAAAAAAAACY/_nxhC8NKGMo/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv2HbnplgI/AAAAAAAAACY/_nxhC8NKGMo/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331125191456691714" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Would you like him to help you get home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv2zZvWhNI/AAAAAAAAACg/wttRYvDEYTo/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv2zZvWhNI/AAAAAAAAACg/wttRYvDEYTo/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331125946866369746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....  help you get rid of your junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Child Labour is the employment of children under an age determined by law or custom which is 14  years in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Labour can be factory work, mining or quarrying, agriculture, helping in parent's small business or having one's own small business like selling food or doing odd jobs.&lt;br /&gt;poor families often rely on  labours of their children for survival and sometimes it is their only source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children aren't given an opportunity to go to school and even if they are they aren't allowed to pursue secondary and higher education due to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY ARE EVERYWHERE ..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;STREETS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PAVEMENTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; TRAFFIC SIGNALS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RAILWAY STATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;BUS DEPOTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     RESTAURANTS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOTELS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; CANTEENS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FACTORIES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WORKSHOPS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; SWEATSHOPS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          MOTOR GARAGES, ETC....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK AROUND YOU.......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6B-yQN2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ge5T9ntF0Vc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6B-yQN2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ge5T9ntF0Vc/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129495863703394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;                            YOU  WOULDN'T  MIND  HER  HELPING  YOU  CURB  YOUR  PANGS  OF HUNGER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6MpWWRrI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ao__wA8SvjQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6MpWWRrI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ao__wA8SvjQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129679088076466" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOULD YOU LIKE HIM TO CLEAR UP YOUR MESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6FtW9ilI/AAAAAAAAADA/3cN9Mroa_p4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv6FtW9ilI/AAAAAAAAADA/3cN9Mroa_p4/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129559905307218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; HIM TO SWAB THE MESS AWAY ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;      BIGGER NAMES BIGGER EXPLOITATION !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Walmart stores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Disney Inc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nike Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hershey's M and M'S And Mars Candybars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Del monte, Dole, Chiquita, Noboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT CAN YOU DO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Dial 1098 and report child labour to nearby ngo or police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not use a child as a domestic help in your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dissuade from buying anything sold by children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If they do not have any family notify an orphanage and&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;IF POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pay for their expenses in the orphanage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv586gATnI/AAAAAAAAACw/xhxuQGgtlew/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv586gATnI/AAAAAAAAACw/xhxuQGgtlew/s320/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331129408814075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY TOO HAVE DREAMS......  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922579698268225822-4954768097039832575?l=truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/4954768097039832575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-child-labour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/4954768097039832575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/4954768097039832575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-child-labour.html' title=''/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfv2HbnplgI/AAAAAAAAACY/_nxhC8NKGMo/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822.post-979736910814757138</id><published>2009-04-29T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:52:06.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MNC&apos;S'/><title type='text'>The Journey.</title><content type='html'>Recently I was travelling in train to reach my destination....I was completely exhausted by the sweltering heat. I managed to get a fourth seat in the over- crowded ladies compartment of Kalyan bound local on the central railway line on my return journey-  after walking through the streets of Worli and Dadar  for almost five hours widout 'chappals' in my feet-  they managed to prove unreliable  just like our  politicians ....( somebody did the honours of pulling them apart in the crowded train. )......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/SfvtbPXPAtI/AAAAAAAAACA/doYSNFOIjcQ/s1600-h/220420091790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/SfvtbPXPAtI/AAAAAAAAACA/doYSNFOIjcQ/s200/220420091790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115636159349458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7.00 am ..and I along with my parents had to rush our way to reach Worli to apply for passport. we barely managed to get in the train just when somebody tampered with my chappals while I about to hoard the train. i thanked god that my limbs were still joined to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stand without 'chappals'  in my feet the entire journey upto dadar ( hoarded the train at mulund ) ....it was too early and all shops were closed .  Moreover we had to reach Worli in order to secure our turn at the passport office ( which opens only at 10. 00)  after standing in the long queue for almost two hours  and later roaming on Worli streets bare footed - people were  smiling thinking I was observing devotion of some kind to a deity. We headed straight to the market, where I purchased 'comfort for my feet' and returned to Dadar. This time I was cautious while hoarding the train .....( people learn only through  experiences of sorts) ......lesson learnt. Be careful while hoarding the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy observing and listening to the busy bees who were sitting  as if they were some relatives of Lalu Prasad Yadav. - reluctant to move their cellulite even an inch !! I was totally disgusted and fed up. The lady sitting in front turned behind and called out to somebody saying " paanch ka teen dena"......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/SflQTF_bjpI/AAAAAAAAABo/E7p3tUuNqQM/s1600-h/220420091795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/SflQTF_bjpI/AAAAAAAAABo/E7p3tUuNqQM/s200/220420091795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330379922925653650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cud barely observe whom she was calling out to.....there were big fat ladies blocking my view in between.....suddenly when my eyes met with these two small children....a girl and a boy each roughly around 11 and 9   years old respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfvs4Q88ZHI/AAAAAAAAABw/W3Ih1luiqhU/s1600-h/220420091794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/Sfvs4Q88ZHI/AAAAAAAAABw/W3Ih1luiqhU/s200/220420091794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115035290526834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if someone had just pinched me.  I was awed by the marketing skills of the kids -I bet they could  compete with the marketing manager in any mnc's . Hastily I removed my cellphone and clicked their snaps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely got a chance to strike a conversation with those .....the train came to a halt and the kids disappeared in the crowd......far beyond where I cud see.&lt;br /&gt;But I remember those faces even today......there are some things we never forget !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922579698268225822-979736910814757138?l=truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/979736910814757138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-child-labour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/979736910814757138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/979736910814757138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-child-labour.html' title='The Journey.'/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWATOvo4bA0/SfvtbPXPAtI/AAAAAAAAACA/doYSNFOIjcQ/s72-c/220420091790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822.post-1719821710881713316</id><published>2009-03-21T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:17:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative attitudes.</title><content type='html'>Man's actions are more determined by feelings than by logic and reason. His life is governed by  jealousy and prejudice. These negative attitudes appear as soon as a certain degree of social&lt;br /&gt;perception and participation is achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Perhaps the most distressing attitude is jealousy, the feeling that one may be deprived of parents' or lovers' affection, of riches, of honour or anything considered worth having.&lt;br /&gt;     Men or women who are suspicious, jealous, touchy and sensitive are enmeshed in a slavery of their own making ; they are powerless at home at work and in society.&lt;br /&gt;  Evidently jealousy is the offshoot of our insticnt for self preservation. When we fear the loss of something necessary for our safety and happiness we are on guard to keep others from snatching it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Robert Browning once said, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This looking down that makes one dizzy&lt;/span&gt;.' The man who has his looks riveted on the narrow little circle of his own experience cannot see life in its true perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our attitues towards nations, castes, creed , customs and ideas are often based on and are&lt;br /&gt;reinforced by emotion, which is another way of saying that they are biased and prejudiced.... in such cases we often accept and approve or set up an attitude of favourability towards various things without clear evidence and perhaps in a conventional , irrational or emotional manner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A common element in prejudice is ethnocentrism : an emotional tie-up with our group, race or caste so that we accept all its attitudes as more right and reasonable than those of other groups.  Another  sign of arrested development is 'xenophobia' - fear of strange, and therefore readiness to hate him. It is an unconcious and automatic response that has nothing to do with known characteristics of the stranger but only with the fact of his strangeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Perhaps the most obvious field in which emotional atttitudes are found is that of group differences . We have mental images of certain groups of people which make us qualify these groups with certain uniform characteristics like barbers, mother- in law, politicians, cooks, taxi drivers etc..... There is hardly any large group in society which does not assume some stereotyped characteristics which are attributed to all its members, however unrealistic and inappropiate  such attribution maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the most part we do not see and then define, we define first and then see. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A way to overcome emotional prejudices is to train ouselves to judge the race, not the people,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       to study the ideas not the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                                  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922579698268225822-1719821710881713316?l=truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1719821710881713316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/negative-attitudes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/1719821710881713316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/1719821710881713316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/negative-attitudes.html' title='Negative attitudes.'/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822.post-5523637067301315515</id><published>2009-03-19T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:39:59.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven types of love....which one is urs??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consummate love&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  intimacy+ passion+ commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (a complete love, ideal yet difficult to attain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; companionate love&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;intiamcy + commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( long term committed friendship such as a marriage&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; in which the passion has faded )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;empty love &lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;decision/commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alone (decision to love another without intimacy or passion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fatuous love&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;passion+commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( commitment based on passion but widout time for intimacy to develop shallow relationship such as a whirlwind courtship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; passion alone&lt;/span&gt; ( passionate, obssesive love at first sight without intimacy or&lt;br /&gt;                                             commitment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;romantic love&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; initimacy + passion&lt;/span&gt; ( lovers physically and emotionally attracted to each other but widout commitment, as in summer romance )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;intimacy alone &lt;/span&gt; ( true friendship widout passion or long term commitment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922579698268225822-5523637067301315515?l=truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5523637067301315515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-types-of-lovewhich-one-is-urs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/5523637067301315515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/5523637067301315515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-types-of-lovewhich-one-is-urs.html' title='seven types of love....which one is urs??????'/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4922579698268225822.post-9213551869612481830</id><published>2009-03-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:13:33.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instituion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'>COMMITMENT PHOBIA ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          The irony is inescapable.....even as bollywood and the idiot box obssesively glorify that great &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  institution - Marriage !! ......real life scripts itself somewhat differently&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Yes the surface glitter- mehendi, sindoor, rituals, raazmataaz  is all there but increasingly&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;post script to the celebration is being written in the melancholy confines of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; courts and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; divorce proceedings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we as a a society going through an emotional transition and examining our institution  afresh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   divorce rates spiralling is now an old story&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Commitment phobia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is growing especially in urban  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;India....people are more concious of their own identity and wary about any  possible threat to this   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        The changing dynamics of Indian society have undoubtedly placed a lot of pressure on institution of  marriage. Women are now not only more concious of their rights but also of a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'quality of life'&lt;/span&gt;  and so they  are  beginning to expect more and more out of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The  burden of relationship which was shared in a joint family now falls entirely on the couple making it very difficult for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most importantly since family and community have weakened so much , the sense of failure linked to divorce that used to touch one earlier doesnt matter anymore&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. ''its just another way of life"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This decreasing social stigma even in small towns is emboldering people to decide on breaking marriages that have soured rather than suffering in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Those seeking divorce largely belong to upper middle class and the ones who have been&lt;br /&gt;married for less than a year, 5 years,10 years, 15 years or even 50 years !!!! Thats because life doesnt end at 50 or 60 anymore . Increasingly the attitude is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              " I have only one life, why  shudn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I make the most out of it ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This individualism combined with lower tolerance levels is a a productof th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ' Me -first'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ethos of post liberalisation in India.  All kinds of hitherto relations are now coming out into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the open-  there are socially unconventional man-woman relations, gay relations, singlehood  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is accepted as a choice one makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Marriage can no longer be seen as a vehicle for the procreation/ recreation or as a buffer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;against social stress. It needs to be seen as a an equal bond between two individuals ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a bond that needs to be given time, energy and commitment&lt;/span&gt;. and the sooner we junk&lt;br /&gt;outdated  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theories about this institution the better !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4922579698268225822-9213551869612481830?l=truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/feeds/9213551869612481830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/commitment-phobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/9213551869612481830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4922579698268225822/posts/default/9213551869612481830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truptiwithhopes.blogspot.com/2009/03/commitment-phobia.html' title='COMMITMENT PHOBIA ??'/><author><name>trupti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
