Posts Tagged ‘airlines’
Protest against the discrimination meted out to Rajiv Ranjan by Air Sahara
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: June 27, 2007
The treatment meted out to Rajiv Ranjan, the coordinator of the legal aid cell of Vidyasagar a Chennai based NGO working on disability, by Air Sahara on 18th June 2007 is despicable to say the least and yet it is just another grim reminder of the deep rooted bias and ignorance that people with disabilities [...]
Flying beyond discrimination
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: June 20, 2007
IN PERSPECTIVE
Airline companies must evolve an inclusive, disability friendly, non-discriminatory policy.
It is generally accepted that there are about 60-70 million persons with disabilities in the country, 12 million of these are believed to be visually impaired. The general citizenry in their ignorance about people with disabilities often dismiss them as inconsequential members of society. [...]
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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