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February 15, 2006

Walking the Tightrope of Life-Part ll

Filed under: Relationships,Suicides murder women,This Gets To Me — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 2:07 pm
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In continuum of my earlier post on ‘The suicide of Kuljeet Randhawa’
The press is now waking up to the seriousness of the suicide and looking for deeper underlying causes and its implications. They were late at it, considering that they unceremoniously , unethically/calluously chose initially to quote celebrities who were dimissive of her death in rather uncomplimentary terms. Media today bows down to pressures of readership, viewership often at the cost of their own credibility. (more…)

February 12, 2006

Walking The Tightrope Of Life

Filed under: Of men women and Eunuchs,Relationships,Suicides murder women,This Gets To Me — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 2:49 pm
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Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest–whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories–comes afterward. These are games; one must first answer.” -Albert Camus

When one awakes in the morning, opens the papers, and is startled by the news of the suicide of a co-actor, then after the initial despair, outrage,helplessness, what comes to mind is the saying which I have quoted above.

Read news clipping; (more…)

February 7, 2006

The problem that has no name

Filed under: marriage,opinions,personal,Relationships,This Gets To Me — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 5:42 pm
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WASHINGTON – Betty Friedan, whose manifesto “The Feminine Mystique” became a best seller in the 1960s and laid the groundwork for the modern feminist movement, died Saturday, her birthday. She was 85.

Friedan died at her home of congestive heart failure, according to a cousin, Emily Bazelon. (more…)

February 5, 2006

An uncommon love story

Filed under: marriage,opinions,personal,Relationships — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 2:58 pm
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A true Love Story

Going back into the recesses of my mind, a voice emerges. Clear and lucid. In the throes of a party. A sea of smiling faces, laughter, mirth, camaraderie, at its best. Suddenly there was silence. An announcement was made, and an expectant hush fell over. The song began. It was resonant with melody, sounded good to the ears. A little girl was watching . She froze. Shyness seemed to take over completely. But nobody noticed nor did they care. (more…)

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