ANOU’S BLOG
pencil box to simply jometry
Where did I buy my last jometry quipped little Kiran.For a few moments I was perplexed then it dawned on me: she was referring to a pencil box a.k.a. geometry box. I am sure many remember the rather ungainly tin box that we carried to school many years back and that...
I sat on the edge of my bed and cried
Every morning before I set out for the day, I watch the news on TV. A old habit become more relevant since pwhy began as one has to be anchored in the reality that surrounds us.One is prepared for news about violence and bombs. one is even resigned to the fact that a...
children will be children
I had to share this picture with you! This is a Kodak moment of the afternoon session of our bran new Govindpuri primary extension. the room we have is so tiny that it is only sufficient to lock up the meagre resources we have. Classes are held on the roof as the...
welcome back our world !
Deepak has a brand new heart or rather has got his broken heart fixed. A huge T shaped scars is ample proof of that.We first met Deepak almost 5 months ago when he was 8 months old. He needed heart surgery but his family did not have the required money. We raised it...
That is all it takes!
We have a new primary extension in the back and beyond of the Govindpuri slums!Sophiya and Israel were given the task of finding space and kids! Many may wonder why the need to add on a new primary centre. Once again it is all about comfort zones!One could feel...
orange juice revisited
I have always held that the poor emulate the rich! This is apparent in more ways than one: urban slums weddings for instance now look like upmarket ones: food stalls, decorative thrones, DJs and smoky dance floors.This is also apparent in the proliferation of cell...
how many deaths..
Seeing the aftermath of the Bhandara tragedy cannot but bring to mind what bob Dylan wrote more than 40 years agoYes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?I will not write about the horror of that night, the shattered dreams of...
Locked in silence
Sometimes you wonder why children are made to suffer! I wrote about Himanshu locked in his world and who had found a pal in Nanhe. Well someone got jealous or cast a spell and the next day nanhe found suffered acute renal colic and had an epileptic fit that send him...
an unsung mother courage
I have always loved the Greek word 'hubris'. The dictionary gives many meanings to it: from arrogance, to pride to cockiness.According to me there is only one being who has the right to be hubristic and that is God him/herself, in whatever shade or colour you may...
dil deke dekho.. dilli!
A few weeks back we were contacted by a organisation asking us to participate in a national effort whereby young bankers of a leading multinational bank would come and spend a day at pwhy as part of the CSR effort.A draft programme was sent to us and we were asked to...
a promotion for nanhe
It has been along time since one has written a blog about pwhy children. Somehow the sombre mood and events of the past few weeks had hijacked much of these posts.But while the city was being held to ransom by the sealing saga and numerous bhands, life did not stop...
thirty four to one
I asked my old acquaintance Mishraji why our local DDA market had so many cars parked in front. Mishraji and I go back a long time, when he worked at a provision store in M block market GK1 and I shopped there for my daily needs. That was about 25 years ago!Today...