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New HIV infections down by 20 per cent in India: UN

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/New-HIV-infections-down-by-20-per-cent-in-India-UN/articleshow/48079039.cms via@timesofindia

India has been able to achieve a more than 20 per cent decline in new HIV infections between 2000 and 2014, reversing the spread of the virus, according to a UN report that says the world is on track to end the AIDS epidemic by 2030.

New HIV infections have fallen by 35 per cent and AIDS-related deaths by 41 per cent, while the global response to HIV has averted 30 million new infections and nearly 8 million AIDS-related deaths since 2000 (UNAIDS).

The report noted that India "literally" changed the course of its national HIV epidemic through the use of strategic information that guided its focus to the locations and population approach.

"This placed communities at the centre of the response through the engagement of non-state actors and centrally managed policy and donor coordination," it said.

HIV treatment coverage for people living with HIV and TB has also increased and in terms of numbers of patients, the largest increases in antiretroviral therapy among people living with both HIV and TB have occurred in India, South Africa, Tanzania and Zambia.

India accounts for more than 60 per cent of the Asia Pacific region's people living with HIV-associated TB.

The report noted that currently nearly 85 per cent of the antiretroviral medicines for HIV treatment come from India.

It said the Indian government had also succeeded in preserving the legislative and policy spaces that permit Indian companies that make generic medicines to consolidate their exporting capacities to other developing countries.

Currently, however, India is under pressure from several companies and governments of developed countries to dilute these provisions in free-trade agreements being negotiated with them, it said.

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"I wont pay a penny more than 200 rupess"
Sahib said. I looked at him seductively biting my lips."Make it 300 sahib,I promise you won't regret it." "I'll pay u 250 and that is final. You will have to make my night worth or I won't pay you a single penny." "I had no customers that day and I had no option but to agree. "Okay Sahib, as u say. Give me the money and I"ll make preparations for everything."
I am a prostitute by profession and a proud one at that. My name is Priti but people here call me "Chikni". It's like a pen name you writerguys have. My parents wanted me to become a doctor. But I have always wanted to be a lawyer. Things became bad when my dad lost his job as a security guard when the mall closed down. I had to discontinue my studies because I was expected to take care of the house,my parents, and my younger brother.
I remember how my mother forced me to sleep with my neighbour for a 100 rupees. I was 15 yrs old den. I felt dirty and used. But I had a hearty meal after days. I couldn't sleep that day. I kept wondering what is worse : people's self-imposed morals or sacrificing yourself on the altar of your self-imposed morals . Hell, I don't think I did anything wrong. I would rather be called a prostitute than go hungry for days because somebody else thinks its morally wrong.
"Here's your money." Sahib threw the notes on my face. "Thank You Sahib." I bowed . I couldn't stop thinking what I'd do with those notes. I had to buy rice and vegetables. I was going to buy a few onions too. It'd been ages since I had onions. I wanted to buy an ice cream too. So much to do, so little to spend, I smiled.
In life, I've realized , morals are like neighbours. We are all fine with them, until they threaten to invade our life to totally ruin it. I could see the glee on my brother's face when I gave him the ice cream. Your morals don't make me happy, my lack of it does.

The sky is the limit

A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me? in what vale
Shall be my harbour? underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home? and what clear stream
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest?
The earth is all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again!.....(William Wordsworth)