ANOU’S BLOG
uniforms and geometry boxes: a recipe for good education
Designers uniforms for Government school children screamed the news headline. There must be something wrong was the thought that sprung in my mind. But no, I had read it right government school children in Delhi would soon have designer uniforms and geometry boxes...
what is essential is invisible to the eye
I have often quoted the lines the fox told the little prince in St Exupery's memorable work: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Never were these words more relevant than yesterday when a group of children...
Can i dance with you
It was dancing time in the special section and as usual every one was dancing. Did not matter if you could not stand or walk, you had to dance!Preeti cannot stand and walks with the help of her hands, but she too loves dancing. Komal decided to join the party. She is...
the extraordinary in the ordinary
Sometimes it is necessary to get off the spinning world, catch our breath and take a pause. Sadly this is something we rarely do as we are, or seem to be always on the run. Recently two mails dropped in my inbox and both had a similar message. They both highlighted...
requiem for two lost souls
Two lost souls left this world yesterday. They had nothing in common bar the fact that they were in some way linked to pwhy.Anil came to us almost exactly a year ago. He was 8 months old and suffered from a complex congenital heart problem. He needed multiple heart...
surrender – a response to a troubling thought
As I walked away from the hospital ward where Utpal's mom lay sleeping unaware of the terrible ordeal that brought her there, many whys crowded my mind. I guess we humans sometimes forget that we are mere humans as we get swayed by illusions of grandeur and hubristic...
supply and demand revisited
I have never been a businesswoman and have always found economic theories as puzzling as double dutch. The only concept I could somewhat fathom was probably the supply and demand theory.An old friend reconnected with us recently and asked whether we still needed help....
i want to be a pasha
Our one of a kind mr popples spent one night at home on his way back to school after Diwali holidays with his mom at our brand new women centre. As usual he was the proverbial ray of sunshine capable of lifting any sagging mood.As we sat in the evening watching a film...
disturbing musings
Delhi is slowly limping back to normal after a fortnight of festival and festivities. The air is gradually clearing up and the the crackers blasts are now sporadic though as ear shattering as ever. The roads on the morning after Diwali were a silent but shocking...
a day at the women centre
Our very own Mr P is spending his Diwali holidays at the women centre with his mom! What a long journey it has been for this little braveheart.It is now a happy place filled with colours and laughter. The creche has begun in earnest and is filled with children....
To or no to….
The recent debate of the right to privacy of a physically disabled child whose surgery was done under blinding media glare, raises a number of questions, the first one being the reason why the medical team who operated free of cost, decided to do so this way. The...
Candid revelations
I dropped by the women centre yesterday and decided to spend some time with a bunch of spirited boys who had joined the centre recently. There were about 6 or 7 of them and most of them were students of class VI of the sole government secondary school in the area.We...