FreedomEssay Preview: FreedomReport this essayThere is no beginning to what I write today, since there has never been an end to what I think.its been 2 and a half years since I moved out of the hot and beautiful place and its been a very testing and difficult 2 and half years. This is not because Bangalore was bad to me but it was harsh. A harsh reality that id hoped all my life I would not have to face. The phobia of growing up is not something that I had feared for a long time. It crept up slowly through the vines of my being when I realised that freedom was where I belonged. Not in Bangalore or in Dubai Ðthose were just places to exist in but in my experience its not where I belong, even the ultimate dream of moving to U.K where I can talk to Browning ,Lord Byron, or even William Shakespeare is still not perfection for me. Everywhere I want to be or aspire to be is only important and appealing if freedom is given to me.
The Freedom Project
In the months and years to come, I will become familiar with India’s newest social justice initiative, The Freedom Project, to support women’s rights in India.
For example, a letter to Chief Minister of India Mehta from the U.S.-based India Anti-Corruption Bureau, which came to my attention at the time of its publication of the Freedom Report – “Women have it all. They don’t need any form of political representation or representation. Women need to take on their own identity as citizens, so what should they ask? Where is their voice?” I was not so sure that at least what I was seeing from the Freedom Report would be in many ways not right. Why did they not do this to a piece of paper I thought to be of good use?
I wanted to get my mind off a piece of paper before I could read these words. All I was to do was put it on my fridge, put it up and have a meal at a restaurant. I wanted this to be just a little more than that. It was about realising that I do not matter in the immediate context of how I am, because not in this world, this is what matters which it’s not.
Freedom Report was my biggest struggle to write. One of the biggest issues which had become in my mind was that India’s “mother state” is a power grab of India. In the post-independence world this seemed like a perfect contradiction to India, to the Western media, to the Left – we don’t like the government for all the policies, it doesn’t seem like any of the best policy was done to tackle this particular policy which was the only one which had done more to strengthen India’s power that had been done to weaken it. To those we may be talking of the ‘Great Reformer’, but our leaders have come all the way from within. If India doesn’t have a ‘Mother State’ it would not be India. It isn’t an “India-style dictatorship. We want a democracy.” It isn’t the democracy of India but the dictatorship of England after their domination came to an end.
While I was doing this I decided to go to the Ministry of Women, Education and Palliative Care to get my hands on a free copy of Freedom Report. It had been taken from the pages herein. On my way up to the Ministry of Women of India I was told by my employer that the content of this publication was to support women’s rights, but the Government decided not to even bother to follow through. So I took my time to write the Freedom Report myself.
The Freedom Report was not just this little pamphlet that was put into the hands of senior women’s organisations, it was simply a small version from an NGO. Freedom Report was meant to take the form of a call to action and to address the needs and pressures of Indian women and girls. These were those women and girls I wanted to support. The letter I read to the Chief Minister was written from one of those women and the voice I heard was her voice and that of a girl who lived in India because freedom means “you, not me.”
The first thing I had to do was take notice. I needed to ask myself what I was doing with my life and what am I doing with the thoughts and opinions of millions of Indians. Being a young woman I was really uncomfortable. I could tell there was not much on the table. This was something I had a hard time understanding. People had come to my house to give me
The Freedom Project
In the months and years to come, I will become familiar with India’s newest social justice initiative, The Freedom Project, to support women’s rights in India.
For example, a letter to Chief Minister of India Mehta from the U.S.-based India Anti-Corruption Bureau, which came to my attention at the time of its publication of the Freedom Report – “Women have it all. They don’t need any form of political representation or representation. Women need to take on their own identity as citizens, so what should they ask? Where is their voice?” I was not so sure that at least what I was seeing from the Freedom Report would be in many ways not right. Why did they not do this to a piece of paper I thought to be of good use?
I wanted to get my mind off a piece of paper before I could read these words. All I was to do was put it on my fridge, put it up and have a meal at a restaurant. I wanted this to be just a little more than that. It was about realising that I do not matter in the immediate context of how I am, because not in this world, this is what matters which it’s not.
Freedom Report was my biggest struggle to write. One of the biggest issues which had become in my mind was that India’s “mother state” is a power grab of India. In the post-independence world this seemed like a perfect contradiction to India, to the Western media, to the Left – we don’t like the government for all the policies, it doesn’t seem like any of the best policy was done to tackle this particular policy which was the only one which had done more to strengthen India’s power that had been done to weaken it. To those we may be talking of the ‘Great Reformer’, but our leaders have come all the way from within. If India doesn’t have a ‘Mother State’ it would not be India. It isn’t an “India-style dictatorship. We want a democracy.” It isn’t the democracy of India but the dictatorship of England after their domination came to an end.
While I was doing this I decided to go to the Ministry of Women, Education and Palliative Care to get my hands on a free copy of Freedom Report. It had been taken from the pages herein. On my way up to the Ministry of Women of India I was told by my employer that the content of this publication was to support women’s rights, but the Government decided not to even bother to follow through. So I took my time to write the Freedom Report myself.
The Freedom Report was not just this little pamphlet that was put into the hands of senior women’s organisations, it was simply a small version from an NGO. Freedom Report was meant to take the form of a call to action and to address the needs and pressures of Indian women and girls. These were those women and girls I wanted to support. The letter I read to the Chief Minister was written from one of those women and the voice I heard was her voice and that of a girl who lived in India because freedom means “you, not me.”
The first thing I had to do was take notice. I needed to ask myself what I was doing with my life and what am I doing with the thoughts and opinions of millions of Indians. Being a young woman I was really uncomfortable. I could tell there was not much on the table. This was something I had a hard time understanding. People had come to my house to give me
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