ANOU’S BLOG
a return courtesy call
A few days back we had made some courtesy calls, to find out about the well being of some of our children.This morning, little Deepak made his return courtesy call. It was a very special moment for all of us. He came in his grand mom's arms but soon decide to show us...
one week .. and too many questions
One week ago we were celebrating the rescue of the girls after a 24 hours vigil! Most of us would have liked them to come to Nirmal Chayya Delhi as initially planned. But, in spite of the presence of two autonomous central bodies. National Commission for Women, and...
nursery blues– yes to interaction; no to interview
I have watched with despair the comings and goings of the new admission policy for nursery classes in public schools for quite some time. Had it not concerned children, I would have been amused.We are once again faced with the normal beating around the bush attitude...
yesterday’s news, tomorrow’s fear
In recent days we have witnessed many convictions of high profile people. yesterday the Supreme Court passed a landmark judgment stating that no permission is needed to prosecute public servants charged with corruption case.Most of the aforementioned cases have come...
courtesy calls pwhy style
In times when nets and cell phone proliferate, making courtesy calls is almost an aberration. There was a time when paying a call was the only way to get the news you sought. Oddly, in some cases it remains at times the only way at our disposal.Three calls needed to...
bags of hope
You may wonder why this silly pictures of plastic bags. Actually they are not just plastic bags. They are bags full of hope.As I write this post they sit patiently under my ironing table, in the very corridor where one little bundle of joy ran blissfully pretending to...
Once you chose hope..
Once you choose hope, anything's possible said Christopher Reeve and he knew what it meant.In the past few days many have written about the plight of the ghaziabad orphans. Most have expressed anger, outrage and their desire to help the girls and see the abuser...
whose life is it anyway
Nanhe has lost his smile, pain was too big an adversary. It is heart rendering to see him moan in pain. He is not eating and can barely sit up. He barley connects as he is on heavy medication. His body is swelling because of his tired and stone ridden kidneys.His...
just what we feared
When we first heard of the ghaziabad ashram, it was at a gathering where the ashram was presented as a humanitarian project needing help. two visits were made by us on the pretext of cleaning, but in the hope of getting some of the girls to vindicate what I...
morning has broken
Morning has broken, like the first morningBlackbird has spoken, like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for the springing fresh from the worldHad I written this post yesterday, it would have been filled with anger, dejection and ire. It...
Night
Night was the title that Elie Wiesel chose for his account of the horrors of a concentration camp. No adjectives, no nuances, nothing, just one word night to qualify the horrors.The little children of swami ashram spent one such night, if not worse, as there was not...
Outraged and dejected
Some of you may remember my post about the little house of horrors, and the plight of orphan girls locked up in pure hell. I had ended the post with the words: we need to act.Some of you may have wondered why the ensuing silence and even thought that we had forgotten...