Internet is a new medium people use as a space to express their ideas. It seems like it has given to many the means and the possibility to say what they think. However, has it really changed anything?
I believe it has. Many people are never given the chance to speak for themselves and express their opinions and ideas on issues relevant to the community or to themselves specifically. Theoretically all democracies guarantee the right of express, but practically access is not as easy as one might think. To express yourself public you have to make yourself visible to the public eye. This is usually done through media and media is privately owned. Even state media has filters that might make it very difficult for the layperson to speak his or her mind.

Online there are many opportunities to finally say something. People engage in different platforms such as media sites, forums, blogs, social networks and any combination of these in order to express themselves on an infinite number of topics. There is some control but you can still manage to speak your mind and get the word to the public.

As a possibility, therefore, internet has provided an extra means of personal expression. However, it is not as bright as it might seem. First of all, simply because only people with access to internet can actually use it to express themselves. But what about people who do not know how to use a computer, or who are so poor they cannot afford computers or internet access? And even in the case of people who use it, who can say what the effect of such expression is when you write stuff in your personal blog? Again visibility is an issue and if you do not get it, there is little difference to the time before internet.

However, the internet is still at the beginning and we will have time to measure its impact on freedom of expression.

Resolution is a buzz words every New Year. It is a promise one makes oneself at the beginning of every year. Almost everyone I meet will ask me what my New Year Resolution is. Generally, I make resolutions and forget it by the mid-year. So I used to make resolution not to make any resolutions.

On serious note, it is a great way to start the year with a resolution. New Year is a fresh start. One might not have had a great previous year; it is a chance to look forward for something better. What better than starting with a plan?

They say the history of New Year Resolution started in Rome. People used to make resolution as a moral favor. They would make resolution to make something good for others. Times have changed, so I thought just a moral resolution would not be enough, I have to make a few resolutions. This time I am determined not to forget it mid-way, rather finish it on a good note.

I have made 3 resolutions this year. One is personal, other professional and the last one in line with the history a moral resolution. I have it written on the front page of my personal diary, so it keeps reminding me.

My personal resolution is to learn a skill. I have taken up photography. I have bought a DSLR camera. I also attended two photography workshops. I have learnt to click some wonderful pictures.
My professional resolution is to learn Program Manager, which I feel will help you get a better job at my company. I have enrolled for a master course in Program Management. It is a one year program; I am nearing completion of the first half. I hope to finish it with flying colors.
As a moral resolution, I have decided to be associated with an orphanage. I am a part of an organization that looks after orphaned children. I teach students there. I enjoy what I am doing.
It is still the first quarter of the year, but my resolutions looks in good shape.

You can never claim to be lonely until you take a glimpse of my world. I tell you this because of what I had to endure in my life. I am the third child in a family of four children, two boys and two girls. I was born with disability I had down syndrome, I was the only disabled child in family including the extended family. From the moment I came in to this world, I could feel the animosity that was from my family members including my mother. She even refused to care of me, she did not breast feed me I survived by the mercy of the nurses who could give me formula but you know this only continued for those days that I was in the hospital. When I was discharged, my life grew from bad to worst. I could stay a whole day without anyone minding that I existed. I had to learn to care for myself at a young age of three. The only person who really loved me was the family doctor who did not live with us.

I spend most of my time with her. She taught me how to survive, how to wash my clothes and wash myself. But life run another course she died out blood pressure. At that time, I hated God for allowing the only person who loved me in this world to die. My family members hated me so much that they decided to do something that up to toady I can never come to terms with. In my regular visit to the hospital they decided not to take me to the hospital we usually go to, we went to a different hospital and when they were asked my name so as to be checked in as a patient, they shamelessly said they found me on the street and they were just good Samaritans looking after me. They did this with the consent of my parents. I could not say anything because I did not know how to speak clearly.

The hospital took me in and took me to a childrens home. I was glad I was out of the house, but I kept asking myself if truly those were my real family members or if I was a mistake. I used to hate myself because everywhere I went people would hate me and judge me. I celebrated my 18th birthday in the childrens home and according to the rules of the home, if you are 18 you leave to go and look for work at least I had skills that were developed in me by the teachers of the home. At this time my syndrome was not too evident, I guess it was too mild to be noticed. I went in to the world hungry for love for someone to give me that love that I never experienced. The only way I could get the much desired love was from the men and drugs. I ended up committing crimes so as it fit in this new family of mine that accepted me but at a price and a huge price I tell you. As I write this, I am in jail just wondering if my life will ever amount to something good.

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