The Resisting Voice

Publisher: Rupa ISBN:978-81-291-2491-3 Pages:147 Price: 195 rupees only “Think of rising higher. Let it be your only thought .Even if your object be not attained , the thought itself will have raised you” . This is one of the quotes from the book written by the missile man of India and its only people’s president , Mr. Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam . His latest book , my journey-transforming dreams into reality, is a short and brief auto biography describing his childhood in the temple town of Rameswaram, the people who influenced him the most, the incidents which left their deep imprint on his mind , the incidents and  failures that made him what he is today and the books which remained his best  friends for forever. The book unfolds a story of a boy with an inquisitive bent of mind who found friends in his elders and for whom there was no age- bar for  shouldering responsibilities and whose only hunger and thirst was the hunger and thirst for knowledge...

HEALTHY DAUGHTERS – A MINE FIELD FOR WEALTH. “ My   Daughter has made the darkness in my heart   light up brighter than I ever thought possible. My Daughter gives me a reason to live and try each and every day. I cannot thank our Lord enough for blessing me with her. And as blessings come, so do disappointments. There are trials and rewards throughout everyone's life. My Daughter had helped me through the most difficult times of my life. I can only PRAY she will allow me to be there for hers”. These  lines by Georgene Maciolek  very well explain the emotions of a mother engaged in sexual trade who gets utmost happiness when she gives birth to a child especially if it’s a girl child. However I don’t intend to make a generalization here by saying  that all women sexual workers  are very happy to  give  birth to a girl child. Through some researches conducted in Bangladesh in 1993 for 4 months which  ended in 1994 show that mostly women w...

PEOPLE MAKE SOCIETY OR SOCIETY MAKES PEOPLE ? Last  evening , as I was passing by, sitting comfortably on my brother’s bike and letting the gentle wind, filled with the fragrance of the  festive season,  to play with my hair, lost somewhere, suddenly  realized , there was a group of people on the darker side of the road , one of them shouting and hitting a rickshaw –puller . I got tensed, furious and ordered my elder brother to take a U turn and interrogate the event. He turned his bike around and as  we were reaching closer to the spot, my anger was rising in the direct proportion to what my eyes and my brain were recording and interpreting simultaneously. We reached the spot  and my  brother told the rickshaw – puller (read the victim) to go , “chalo, jao bhai yahan se”. I unfortunately , didn’t get  a chance to ask anyone or enquire what happened, why was he being hit so badly, what were other people doing , why was a lady so tensed and a...