ANOU’S BLOG
the washing machine and the green warriors
The latest addition to the ever growing dowry of a slum brides is believe it or not a washing machine. Even the humblest of families are ensuring that every girl reaches her new home armed with a washing machine. Often, as was the case in a recent wedding I attended,...
I dropped out of primary school…
My family is very poor and I dropped out of primary school revealed the lone arrested perpetrator of the attack on Mumbai. The words sent a chill down my spine. For the last decade we at pwhy have been striving to ensure that such children do not drop our of school...
let us remake the world
More than ever today I remember the lyrics of Jimmy Cliff's song:Remake the worldWith love and happinessRemake the worldPut your conscience in the testRemake the worldNorth, south, east and westRemake the worldGotta prove that are the best..The terrible week that has...
what gives us the right….
What gives us and the media the right to question politicians for their divisive politics, when deep inside we are as divided and prejudiced. And so we shall get what we deserve. These very pertinent words were part of a note on Facebook.The aftermath of the Mumbai...
have faith in India…
Sixteen years ago, on this very day my father breathed his last. Each year this day I remember him. If not of him, there may not have been project why as he is the one who instilled in me the passion and compassion needed to steer such a venture.Each year this day I...
where are we going
I went to sleep on Tuesday in a world that seemed well, barring the normal hitches and glitches that one has come to accept as part of the deal of living in today's day and age: a school girl crushed under a bus, traffic snarls leading to incidents of road rage, noisy...
sunny side up
Little Prakash is not being punished. Far from that. He is just spending his daily 20 minutes in the sun, part of his treatment the rickets he acquired because he lived a huge part of his tiny life in the dark.Every time I look at him as he treats me either to his...
Two to tango
A few days back a mail dropped in my inbox. It was from a young lady who loves in the US and who has been a staunch supporter of pwhy. I have never met her in person but a couple of years ago when we were going through one of our dark moments she and her friends got...
No entry….
No entry: domestic helps, service providers, drivers, luggage, pets screamed the headline of my Sunday morning newspaper. And though I had promised myself not to harp any more, at least for a while, on the have and have not issues or social strata syndrome, I just...
yet another tale of two Indias
My 799th post seems to have been the most popular one I have ever written, if one is to go by the number of comments (a whopping 24 to the normally 1 or 2!)). I agree that the heap of rubbish lying on our tiny terrace did get the better of me for some time at least,...
unless the whole man accompanies it.
I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it said Ralph Waldo EmersonContinuing the saga of the art or chore of giving let us talk today about one more avatar of the giving tale: feeding the poor on birthdays, death anniversaries etc. This is...
The fragrance alway stays
“The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose. ” wrote the 17 century British poet Hada BejarI do not know whether I am livid, desolate or have just become inured to whatever comes my way. I do not think so as each time I come across an incident like the...