ANOU’S BLOG
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...
In the name of a father
Yesterday was my father's 14th death anniversary.. It almost slipped my mind. Strange as there was a time when I almost lived for that day.. planning all kind of commemorative mush: flowers, rituals etc..Wonder why the change: simply because of project why!Mourning...
Wish I had a dream catcher
Good dreams slip through the hole, and bad dreams get caught in the web.. says an old Chippewa tradition... whereas the Lakota tribe believes that good thoughts get retains in the web while bad ones slip through the hole... which ever way I wish I had a dream catcher...
how long does it take to become jaded
A few days back little Deepak went back home after his heart surgery and tomorrow little Anil goes for his. Statistically speaking they are no 8 and 9 in pwhy's heart repair shop!It was just over three years ago that we answered a desperate plea from a great father ....
remake the world
Too many people are sufferingToo many people are sadToo little people got everythingWhile too many people got nothingWe wile remake the worldWith love and happinessRemake the worldPeople, put your conscience to the testJimmy CliffIs this what these two little lads are...
the art of learning
These little children sit on a wind swept terrace, on top of a tiny jhuggi overlooking a sea of slum dwellings in India's capital city. A few days back they use to spend their times, roaming filthy lanes. Copy or slate in hand they wait for today's lesson. A palpable...