ANOU’S BLOG
Have your girl and leave her to us
My last post was a plea to ensure that existing social schemes function in this country. Imagine my utter dismay when a national daily carried an article spelling out a new initiative to fight foeticide and infanticide. This is of course after the little bones found...
cross your Ts and dot your Is mr government
In my quest to get pwhy kids and heir families the required caste and OBC certificates I set about finding out the procedure set out by our government. A quick perusal of the Delhi government website is sufficient to show that the modus operandi proposed is almost...
another tale of two Indias
I have often written about the ever widening gap between the two Indias and the almost apocalyptic aftermath it entails. One would be justified in asking whether ways exist to bridge this frightening chasm.When pwhy began and I set out crafting it I knew intuitively...
a cri de coeur
Today's TV news brought pictures of 390 little bones buried near a hospital in Ratlam. Experts say they are the remains of babies. Today's newspaper reported that there were thousands of missing children in our own Silicon valley a.k.a Bengaluru!Post Nithari, the NHRC...
Continuing little Anisha’s story
Anisha lies in a hospital bed. She dropped by pwhy yesterday morning and I was shocked to see her gasping breath. The forlorn parents told me that the hospital had refused to give a date as they had not deposited 4 units of blood and in spite of the fact that the 55...
and what will the feshment be tomorrow..
Tomorrow is Utpal's PTA and once again his motley family will set out early in the morning to spend the day with him. This time it is Amit, Chanda Didi, Kiran Didi, Radhey and maam'ji who will form the party.I am looking forward to the moment when his best pal Simran...
an ordinary day in ordinary India
A middle aged woman pushing her vegetable cart in the chilly evening rain set me thinking about the life of an ordinary citizen in India's capital city.The heap of vegetables still lying unsold on her cart was proof that it had not been a good day. I wondered why she...
a sponsored prayer
My daughter just called from Varanasi. She had gone there with some musician friends to spend Shivaratri. She is a person who spurns all rituals and is somewhat an agnostic. I had tried to share my experience of this holy city that I had visited many years back when I...
of identity and its loss
A recent post of mine which was a simple chapeau bas to true Indian led to a rabid diatribe on St V day and Indianess. The commentator says:.. this Indian identity includes, as an essential character, not celebrating a festival of the type that Valentines day really...
Creating roadmaps – manoj’s mom (2)
The editor of a famous women's magazine shared a touching experience where her attempts to rescue a street child had failed for want of a proper road map. Ms Fernandes concludes her piece by an appeal to set such road maps. A hurt street child is taken to the hospital...
Teach a child to dare ask his whys
Over the past seven years now one has been faced with innumerable questions that scream for answers. Questions about the abysmal state of environment awareness, about the total lack of information about policies and programmes, questions about how an ordinary ca...
Love is an endless mystery
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it, says a quote. And yet everyone is talking about love today.Markets are replete with hearts and flowers. Mobile networks are jammed as SMS's are exchanged and love is in the air. The detractors are out...