Memento mori(“remember you must die”) , originated as an ancient roman tradition where a servant would whisper this phrase to a victorious general during their triumph parade to prevent hubris. It serves as a reminder of mortality’s inevitability to encourage a purposeful, humble life.
No one whispered these words in my ear but I think God must have the day he send me to this earth. as I can say with absolute conviction that I have lived a humble and purposeful life.
Almost three decades ago I began my Project Why journey. Many tried to dissuade me and make me change my mind saying that India was too huge a country ridden with problems and it would make no difference. I simply said: If I can make a difference in ONE life it will be worth it.
God whispered Memento mori again in May 2020 when I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. A simple Google search for MM says Multiple myeloma is a rare, generally incurable blood cancer. The operative word is: incurable! The mori became a stark reality. It has been six years and I am still around taking no conventional treatment. I presume God has his plans.
Whatever then plans maybe, death was knocking at the door; the key was with the one upstairs. But for me there was only one question: what would happen to Project Why.
Those who know me well will tell you that I have become in my golden years a very private person almost a recluse. There was time when I was a party girl and loved going out, I guess this was also because I was the only child of diplomat parents and had wine and dined all over the planet. My profession as a conference organiser made me shake hands and meet heads of states.
The death of my parents plunged me into deep depression and it took years for the clouds to lift and the reason they lifted was because I set up Project Why!
That too was God’s plan as no matter what challenges came our way, He always conjured a miracle. But the person that emerged from those dark clouds did in no way resemble the person I had been. My 24/7 was dedicated to the children sent my way. No world existed for me beyond my precious project. The recluse was born.
I never felt the need to blow my own bugle or to share the achievements and success stories though they were abundant. What mattered was to soldier on.
On November 1st 2025 we celebrated our silver jubilee. I would have liked it to be a quiet affair with the staff and children but a dear friend who is on my Board insisted we celebrate in a big way.
It is only then, after a quarter of a century that I and many others realised the full extent of my achievements. I had never felt the need to tom tom about myself. I always said that I planted a seed and my team had nurtured it.
True I feel immense pride when I see my children achieve and achieve big just like the two children in the picture I carried in my arms. Today they are successful young adults who I know will make a change in the world. And there are many like them!
Of late some kind people have taken it upon themselves to craft a future beyond me. I have again accepted it as God’s gift with utmost humility. I do not know what God’s plans are. I only hear the words Memento Mori and know that I need to stay clear of hubris! I will simply carry on as long as God gives me the strength.
The tiny tinge of hubris I allow myself is that if Project Why has to shut it doors, I want it to be when it is in its full glory. I do not want it to die a painful and slow death.
So my petition to the Lord today is to give a sign of what awaits me so that I can plan the biggest celebration imaginable to celebrate three decades of a life of compassion and purpose if need be.
I never created Project Why to glorify myself, or to be known by one and all. I created it because a small three year old watching a bear dance did not see the bear but the man in tattered clothes freezing in the cold. The coat she insisted was given to him was the beginning of my journey.
I do not care whether any one remembers my name or face when I move on. I know I live in the hearts of every child I helped.
Memento Mori! That is the only and indubitable reality.
I came across a short clip about what the future will look like as AI moves in at a speed we cannot imagine. It covers many industries where jobs as we know now will disappear. To survive you will need to adapt and work with AI
This is what it says about education: AI tutors that adapt to each student personalised learning at scale, traditional classroom models that become obsolete . Teachers who survive will be facilitators and mentors not lecturers. The one who cannot adapt replaced by algorithms that teach better, faster and cheaper. This is not a prediction. It is happening. The question is whether we will be ready when they do.
And happen it will sooner than you think. A recent article proves just that. The journalist decided to feed class X both. basic and advanced maths question paper, having 15 pages each to ChatGPT. The AI assistant solved both in less than a minute. And that is not all and I quote “What stood out was not just the speed, but the structure of the answers. ChatGPT solved every section in detail, writing step-by-step solutions with proper headings, clear working, and neatly presented final answers, closely resembling how a student would attempt the paper in an exam.
So what awaits us? Sridhar Vembu, the creator of Zoho says that Ai automation may not kill jobs but bankrupt the middle class if the government does not act fast and deepen economic quality. He says: If robots take your job, don’t panic – just be ready to cook, care, sing or farm! Human only professions will rise. The remaining things humans do may get paid well — as an example, taking care of children, home cooked meals, nursing sick people, priests that minister to people, people who take care of soil health, water health, crop health and cattle health (we used to call them farmers), forest restoration specialists, local live performing musicians and so on may get paid much more,” he writes. For Vembu, the future isn’t about machines replacing humans — it’s about whether governments can adapt fast enough to ensure no one is left behind.
I am no tech person or economist but I see the writing on the wall. I also am aware that I have the future of over 1000 children in my hands. So in spite of resistance from my staff who are weary to change and adopt new ways I know that it is imperative to introduce gentle change today.
So what are the jobs that AI. will. not replace:
Jobs safest from AI are those requiring high empathy, complex human connection, physical adaptability in unpredictable environments, or strategic leadership.
Healthcare & Empathy Roles: Nurses, therapists, counselors, and home health aides are secure because they require emotional intelligence, trust, and physical, bedside care that AI cannot replicate.
Skilled Trades: Plumbers, electricians, and technicians are safe because their work is highly physical, requires adaptation to unpredictable environments, and often involves complex, non-repetitive problem-solving.
Strategic & Creative Leadership: Managers, leaders, and strategic planners are needed to navigate complex human situations, build trust, handle ethical dilemmas, and motivate teams.
Specialized Human Services: Social workers and lawyers (especially in courtroom settings) are secure because their roles require navigating complex, non-black-and-white situations and legal liability, respectively.
High-Touch Services: Personal trainers, hairdressers, and specialized repair technicians remain safe due to the need for personal connection and physical skill.
Why These Jobs are Safe: AI excels at pattern recognition and data processing but struggles with unstructured, real-world physical environments and genuine emotional connection. Jobs that combine high physical skill with empathy are the most resilient against automation.
But there is a dilemma we need to face. Parents across the board still dream of their children being doctors, engineers, chartered accountants, software engineers, in short al the jobs that have been top of the range till now. I know that by the time our children, particularly those in the primary section enter the job market, it would be totally transformed and that the time to steer them in the right direction is NOW!
But how do you tell a parent with huge dreams for their progeny that it will be better for their children do be a plumber or a hairdresser, more so in a country where dignity of labour is not prevalent. That is a huge challenge but unless we find a solution and ADAPT we will fail in our mission.
Now the reality. India is a young country and we will have 12 million young people entering the job market annually. You can do the math. While AI poses risks of displacing routine, low-level service and manufacturing jobs, it will create new, high-demand opportunities in specialized tech sectors. Key growth sectors will include green energy, healthcare, and space technology. So that is where we need to. focus.
Some sectors require specialised training and skills. But sector like health care will see a massive demand for professionals due to an aging population, with growth in assisted living, nursing, and specialized care.
To remain competitive, the workforce will need to move beyond basic technical knowledge to focus on:
Adaptability and problem-solving.
Advanced technical expertise (AI, robotics, data science).
Human-centric skills that cannot be easily automated.
Some may think it is speculation and. I agree none of us is a crystal ball gazer, but unless we see the writing on the wall what we are teaching our children today will be quite useless.
At Project Why we have always strived to remain ahead of times. Our challenge is to be judicious and work out a solution that will benefit all.
The first step is to explain this reality to our team and work out the best plan together.
Angels do not have wings. They look just like you and me.
This post is a little personal. I beg your indulgence.
Over the past 25 years of my Project Why journey I have faced many challenges, witnessed many miracles and realised that there are many good people in this world. Over these years we created a wonderful network of people from all over the world who became part of the Project Why family. I was blessed with an amazing team that stood by me and believed in my dreams.I also realised that there there was someone watching from the heavens above who I fondly called the God of Lesser Beings. He conjured miracles every time we were in need or distress. However for over two decades we lived from hand to. mouth. Today I understand that it was His way of testing me !
I knew we had a sound model the proof being the umpteen success stories that came our way and filled our hearts with immense pride but our funding model was fragile and depended on me. I was no spring chicken and every year that went by brought its share of grey hairs and worry lines. On this journey I was alone and rapidly ageing. My dream was to see project why live beyond me and though I held on to it tight I was unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
There were many sleepless nights and in the dead of those nights I knew that were I not able to ensure sustained and long term funding I would rather close Project Why when it was still thriving than have it die a slow and painful death after my demise.
The darkest hour precedes dawn and mine came in 2020 not only because of the pandemic that hit the world and turned it on its head but also because I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. The end that was till then hypothetical became a stark reality but I knew I would soldier on till my last breath.
That is when the God of Lesser Beings decided that I had passed his test and decided to intervene. A series of events would shape the future. A desperate plea at a Board meeting; an email, a visit and the rest is history.
In today’s world heroes do not wear capes, and Angels do not have wings. They look just like you and me but with one difference : they are answers to your prayers and messengers of God!
Mine were Adish and Asha Jain and their beautiful family. The very first time Adish And Asha Jain visited our Okhla centre in March 2022 they decided to. adopt us not for a year or two as most funders do but for as long as we would exist. When God sends its Angels it is with a divine plan. They did not just sign a cheque with multiple zeroes. That is easy. They took it upon them to transform what I call my mom and pop shop and make it XXIst century savvy as only then would we be able to accede to long term funding. They asked one simple question; was I willing to accept change even though it may be painful as it would entail stepping out of our comfort zone. My answer was a loud an unequivocal YES!
The journey of transformation began and yes it was not easy. But change we did one step at a time from becoming a sound administrative structure, to changing our teaching approach and incorporating the skills needed to succeed in the XXIst century: English. computer skills, digital learning and so on. We did all as best we could.
March 5th 2026 will remain the most important day of my journey as Adish and Asha Jain brought their entire family to visit our Project. Before I go further I would like to say that in my 74 years of existence I have never met such a beautiful family. We were honoured to have Samir, Shailavi and their beautiful children Kavya and Milan, and Sapna and Bhupesh. Each one a testimony that good and kind people do exist in this sometimes incomprehensible world. I somehow felt that I had always known them: they were family.
My deepest gratitude to each one of them and to the Lord who heard my desperate plea. You will always be in my heart.
I have often been asked to define the essence and spirit of Project Why and I always quote a line from St Exupery’s Little Prince:”It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye”. The Jain family sees with their heart.
You may ask how have they impacted Project Why. The answer is simple: they gave a nearly dying organisation wings to grow and soar into the future.
In my almost three decades journey with Project Why there have been many moments that have made me proud be it a child who has passed an exam or a heart surgery that was successful and everything in between. But today my heart is swelling with pride, my throat is choking and my eyes are moist because Aman one of our alumni made a donation of ten thousand rupees to Project Why!
Aman’s story is nothing short of a miracle. He was a student of our Khader centre and we soon discovered that he was very good at Art and had a dream: that of becoming an Artist. Initially the family was not supportive and pushed him to join the commerce stream but his heart was not in it. We managed to convince his family to allow to pursue Art and helped him enrol in the Delhi school of Art. A kind soul supported and mentored him and he passed his BA. He then wanted to join a masters programme and Lady Luck smiled again and he got a seat in the Delhi school of Art!
He struggled for a while and finally got a job as an Art Director in a budding company and decided to donate ten thousand rupees to Project Why!
Over the years while studying and after he spent Saturdays at the Project teaching Art to the children and took on the task of mentoring the students who were in need.
The reason why I feel so proud today is that when I created Project Why I wanted to give wings to the dreams of my children and give them the opportunity to dream big. Aman did that! But there was another desire, one that I barely expressed. It was to see our alumni come back and remain part of Project Why. Aman did more than that he became a donor. Even I hadn’t dared dream of that.
Aman is a wonderful child – yes to me he will always remain a child, my child – gentle kind and always smiling. I wish that every single dream he has comes true and as some of you know I believe in miracles and know that it will happen. He is a blessed child.
Twice everyday a haunting melody is heard from the street below.. It is the flute and toy vendor who peddles his ware in our rather upmarket colony. Street vendors still ply across the city though much less than some decades ago. The flute vendor in our street has a cycle where his flutes and toys are displayed as you can see in the picture above. There are so many things that he cannot ride his cycle but has to push it the whole day.
The tune he plays is soul stirring. I often wonder how many flutes he sells in a day and actually who buys flutes in this day and age.
Before I started Project Why and crossed the invisible line that exists between us and them, street vendors were anonymous and invisible, their lives a far cry from mine. It is only when I began my work in the slums and came across daily wage workers be they selling vegetables or flutes, that I came to know about their lives and their struggle. I remember, in the very early days of Project Why, wondering why the woman next door sat woefully every evening staring at the road. When I enquired about this, I was told that her husband was a vegetable vendor and she waited for him to come back and give her money to purchase what was needed for the family’s dinner. Depending on what he gave, the family would eat a good meal or a frugal one.
Whenever I hear my flute vendor’s tune, I wonder whether his family would eat or not. How many flutes or poor quality plastic toys do you sell in. a colony like ours where people would go to Hamley’s to purchase toys, It’s a matter of prestige. And with the total disappearance of servant quarters where families could be lodged together and there maybe some child needing a cheap toy. But today the erstwhile servant quarters have been spruced up transformed into rentable spaces. All about money, honey! When I rebuilt my house I insisted to the horror of my contractor that I wanted servants quarters to be a space where I could live too. Sadly in today’s day and age servant quarters in all upcoming builders flats are either so tiny that they barely fit a bed for one, or some flimsy structure in the parking lot replete with toxic fumes and scant privacy.
One forgets that those who work for us within our homes or sell vegetables at your doorstep are persons just like us with dreams and hope for a better life for their children. As I am now aware of their struggle, these vendors who for long time remained invisible have become part of my life and yes I buy the occasional flute or toy.
I still am the little 3 year old whose granny organised a bear dance for her but who only saw the man in a threadbare coat asking for something warm. Even then I did not give up and wailed till the man was founded given a coat.
People write off such souls not realising that they make our life easier each and everyday.
So next time, if you hear a haunting tune on a flute, stop and acknowledge that the person exists.
