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Gold: The Story of a Goan Murderer
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: May 30, 2009
It’s the fag end of summer in Goa. The beads of sweat roll down the back and sting the eyes, most people can be found spending their spare moments in their veranda, waiting for the tiny whiffs of breeze that may or may not come by. Most school children are savoring their last few days [...]
Stop the violence on women in Bangalore
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: March 4, 2009
Stop the Violence on Women in
Bangalore
Dear Everyone,
For the last couple of weeks, women in Bangalore have been at the receiving end of some pretty serious attacks – for wearing jeans, going about their daily chores like traveling and waiting for a bus at a bus stop, for fighting back the moral police etc.
We [...]
How secure are women with disabilities?
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 17, 2009
How secure are women with
disabilities?
Recently I heard of two incidents which made me ask myself this very question, how secure are women with disabilities (WwD)?
In one incident a young mother of 35 hung her two teenage daughters both intellectually challenged, and herself. I guess she got tired of the pressures of life, the social [...]
Moral police drive girl to suicide
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 12, 2009
Moral police drive schoolgirl to
suicide
Deccan Herald, 12th February 2009
Mangalore ‘moral police’ drive schoolgirl to suicide Mangalore, DHNS: A 15-year-old girl committed suicide at Aikala near Kinnigoli here on Wednesday, allegedly after being harassed by suspected Bajrang Dal men for talking to a Muslim youth.
Ashwini, a 9th standard student of Aikala school, [...]
Hail Pink Chaddis
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 12, 2009
Hail Pink Chaddis
For those who are not Indian and don’t know what a Chaddi is, it is a underwear and yes, the Pink Chaddi Campaign is a rather odd name for a protest, but that is, until you hear how it came about.
A little more than a couple of weeks back, right wing Hindu fundamentalist [...]
Building a Memorial for Fallen Heroes
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: March 5, 2007
Where women fall,
There the grass grows.
Greener for the fertility.
They fall
Acid burnt,
Charred,
Cut to pieces (sometimes cooked),
Beaten,
Bloody,
Diseased,
Violated,
Unloved,
Objectified,
Vilified,
Demonized,
Haunted,
Taunted,
Deluding,
Where women fall,
There the grass grows.
Greener for the fertility.
In three days it shall be 8th March. Another Womens Day, that time of the year to do a reality check and assess just how much we have progressed in the year [...]
Women in Post –1961 Goa: Problems and Challenges
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 13, 2007
When the women of Goa begin to reminiscence about the last four and a half decades of Goan history it will be a journey of mixed responses, for the women’s movement has witnessed gains and losses, successes and failures, times of expression and times of being silenced, times of vibrant activity and times of lull [...]
Lillian @ Poetry
- Advertising Cloud 9The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
- Untitledoh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
- UntitledI stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
- Happy Women’s Day?.......... I beg your pardonIts 8th March, International Women’s DayBut she doesn’t know it.She wakes up at 6.00 a.m,like she has for the last 12 years,her mental clock and love for her family helps her up.she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in the yellow light of the bulb.The chickens in their coop stir, at the first break of light.the brass pot rolls down on t […]
- Un-namedI want to writeBut wordsTremble within meThen die.I dig through my memoryFor experiencesFor verseBut all I find is gooey morass.I yearn to riseBe the bestBut the forceEludes meA phantom. There they areThe first buds of springOr is it a mirageThe sightings of a deluded soul8th February 2008
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