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I am going in for a procedure tomorrow and feeling really scared about it. but this post is not about that. it is about something that i have suspected for a long time and now feel more convinced about it.  that  I am genetically modified to feel unhappy.  my genes have probably never seen happy days and  were doomed from the time the first chain started. 😦 do you think there is something called unhappy genes? i think so. i think my genes certainly are. if i look at from whom these genes have been passed on? uh huh, you got it, they were unhappy souls alright.   i mean among so many people , i have the genius like capability to find out those who are not good enough, and are not worth themselves. From all things that i come across, i can almost immediately pin point those  that are wrong, not working well, and then give myself the

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December 21 came and went and the world did not end. and yet 2012 left most of us feeling numb, pained and frustrated by the violence. This violence is not new, our response to it was. The response was unprecedented and while I felt good that we responded, I do hope that we persevere and sustain the movement. What I would like to write about is about violence done by us, the near and dear ones … us, who are supposed to protect the children. Day in and day out we are senstitized by the news coverage. Be it in print and through other media about violence on children, women and the weak. And, not just by the men, also by women, by mothers.