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karate kid

karate kid

There are moments at pwhy which are incredible and moving. These are the moments that make you forget all the bad times, the struggle, the dejection, the angst that is part of any one engaged in the kind of work we do and these are the tiny cameos that make it all...

for a bag of chips

Sunday was truly staggering in more ways than one. On the way back from Utpal's school I banged my head on the edge of the car door and it was a stunning blow. Somehow it was ominous in more ways than one.As I lay down to catch a few minutes of respite I switched on...

a staggering sunday

a staggering sunday

Normally the first Sundays of every month are special. This is the day when the motley crew that goes under the name of 'Utpal's parents' sets out for the long drive to his school and spends time with him. Every month the set of parents is different - barring a few...

Tiny pioneers

Tiny pioneers

When one embarks on a new journey one is always a little scared and a tad nervous particularly if one is an adult and the journey is somewhat uncharted. It is not so with children. For them everything new is a thrilling adventure be it a walk to the nearby park or...

a chilling wake up call

The tragic death of four tiny school children in Mumbai brings to fore once more the terrifying reality of the safety of our children and the alarming conditions prevailing in our cities. The illogical school system compels parents to send their wards to faraway...

a big boy now

a big boy now

Seeing Utpal is always a celebration and I must confess that since he has gone to boarding school I do miss seeing his little face and incredible smile.Yesterday was a special day as we had to give the first instalment of our land and we all knew that this had to be...

a ray of hope

a ray of hope

Little Anisha came visiting. It is always a delight to see her sunshine smile even if it sometimes it takes some time coming. My thought went to just about a year back when we feared for her life that seemed to hold on by a breath.But children have a way of making up...

the girl child

the girl child

India may have its first woman president but it is going to be a long time before the girl child in India gets the same right as her male sibling. What is tragic is that it is often the mother, a girl child herself, who treats her that way.No mother will ever accept...

new vistas- new dreams- new journeys

Once again we are ready to set sail on a new journey, one whose course is still uncharted but one we know will have safe and bountiful landings. As a rock pile slowly gets transformed into an island of hope, we too have decided not to wait but get going by setting up...

the society of schools

the society of schools

I have been watching, with utter dismay and deep concern, the plight of parents running from pillar to post to get their children admitted to nursery in a schools across Delhi, India's capital city. The nursery admission saga has been going on for quite some time in...

The wonder that is India

Sunday 20 January will remained engraved in my memory for times to come. I normally shy away from TV appearances but when a leading Hindi channel called to say they wanted to do a programme on pwhy I accepted more for the sense of elation it gives my team. At that...

A rock pile…

A rock pile…

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral wrote St Exupery. How right he was.For me this piece of barren line ceased to be barren from the moment we decided that it was the one chosen to...