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They’re not minor offences

The juvenile justice system needs many changes to reflect social reality. Namita Bhandare writes. This is what worries me. Three years or two years or how so ever many months from now, the juvenile who at 17 years and six months of age gang-raped, brutalised and eventually killed a 23-year-old physiotherapy student in December will […]

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Make them feel relevant

A State can make it mandatory to look after the elderly. But what about emotional care? Namita Bhandare writes. In the sepia-tinted narrative, the parents grow old, earn their place of respect and have hordes of dutiful, loving children and grandchildren worship at their feet. The Grand Indian Family is alive, well and happy. The

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An inconvenient truth

In India, we’re leap years away from giving women a just work environment. Namita Bhandare writes. The unlamentable fall of Phaneesh Murthy should have been a clear signal of zero tolerance by managements towards sexual harassment. The collective tut-tutting by the IT industry — ‘message to all leaders in business’, ‘right decision’ etc — should

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A card cannot say it all

On Mother’s Day, spare a thought for the sufferings of millions of women. Namita Bhandare writes. HT Image Tomorrow I will not be gifting my mother either flowers or a card. No spa treatment. No manicure-pedicure. Like all the other 364 days this year, I will call her, perhaps pop in to fill her medicine

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The stage’s virtually set

Elections in India are not decided by Twitter trends or ‘likes’ on Facebook. Namita Bhandare writes. Thanks to Twitter, I’ve now learned a new word: Feku. Even as Gujarat chief minister Narendra Modi addressed meetings in New Delhi, the first at the FICCI Ladies Organisation and the second at CNN-IBN’s Think India festival, the hashtag,

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Revoke this ‘creative licence’

We must say ‘no’ to insensitive advertisements featuring women. If we are to change the way the industry sees women, then that change comes from the effectiveness of the industry to regulate itself. Namita Bhandare writes. The ad you won’t be seeing has led to outrage, the sacking of senior advertising executives and an apology

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It’s our system on trial

Hand on heart, how many of you cheered, or at least felt a bit relieved when you woke up to news of the death of Ram Singh, one of the principal accused in the Delhi December 16 gang-rape case? Namita Bhandare writes. Hand on heart, how many of you cheered, or at least felt a

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On board the exam express

They might inspire fear, but the boards also bring parents closer to children. HT Image From the corner of my eye, I spy my daughter waving out to the dog, again. Normally, this wouldn’t set me off on a state of panic. But with just a day to go before the Board exams start, this

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Quiet in times of intolerance

Our failure to protest loudly enough makes us complicit with weak governance. It’s a silence that threatens democratic ideas and places every citizen, regardless of ideology, at peril, Namita Bhandare writes. HT Image The right to be offended is now an all-inclusive Indian sport that unites citizens from Tamil Nadu to Kashmir, Jaipur to Kolkata,

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There’s no closure for them

In the small room they call home, the family of the girl known as Delhi’s Braveheart is trying to come to terms with its loss. Already there is no evidence that she lived here only a month ago. Namita Bhandare writes. In the small room they call home, the family of the girl known as

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A life of pain and penury

Despite numerous attacks, there are no street protests demanding justice for the victims of acid violence. No campaigns for the basic demand for the ban of acid sales, writes Namita Bhandare. Speaking in a clear, sing-song tone, Laxmi says she cannot forget that day on April 22, 2005 when acid was thrown on her face.

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