ANOU’S BLOG
I wonder why…
Our refurbished school that sits on a garbage dump in Okhla is by no means a fancy one. Plastic sheets, a tarpaulin cover and a halfway brick wall is all it is. But to us it is a place where many children learn and are able stay in school, it is also an option for...
fun funding frolic
I have been thinking for the past few days of drafting my Dear A.. letter whereby I will seek help at 'this festival time' etc...Over the years my contacts list has been growing and what was an easily done task a few months back seems daunting when you see over 800...
strange encounters of a kind
Funny how things happen in life. I had two encounters today one with a European houseguest on a bharat darshan, and the other with a friend of a friend who dropped by.The reason for this blog was that they both had similar views about the reality we live in. My...
tiny people with huge hearts
At a time when much seemed dark, a ray of sunshine was brought by little children who decided that they would be better than big people and help their friends who are not so lucky.These kids belong to countries as far from each other as France and Singapore but be it...
all about symbols
We have just finished the shradhs or days that have been allotted to our departed souls. Every faith has such days, for some it is a single day for India it is two weeks.To me these days mean much more than the sated gesture of feeding the poor. It is a time for...
a burning issue
The airing of video images of AIIMS student's burning Dr Ambedkar's books sent a chill down my spine. Images of a doom-laden future flashed by my mind.The reservation issue is going out of hand and unless it is addressed by non-political citizens our land may become...
about children but not for children
The de-recognition and thereby shutting of over 1000 schools in karnataka as they did not comply to a law passed many years back brings to fore once again the reality that education and the welfare and rights of children ranks very low on the political agenda of our...
feeding off kids..
It is appalling how adults use kids. Before little Utpal went to school a posse of family and relatives took advantage of all the goodies provided.It is but obvious that one could not help him at home without including the others, directly or indirectly. A ceiling fan...
words ad nauseum
When I look at little Komal who can barely see or hear, I wonder how long it will take her to learn the value of words.I am sick and tired of words: words of praise, words of anger, words that hurt, words that hang without meaning, words that vanish into thin air as...
the price of democracy
yesterday two children died in the cross fire the police resorted to, to quell angry mobs. The mobs were exercising their democratic right to dissent against what has become a Kafkaesque cat and mouse game between the authorities, the courts and the people of...
finger prints of the dead
I could not resist writing about an experience I had today when I took myself off to the District Courts to register my will.After being mobbed by all the notary and lawyers who sit at little tables with antediluvian typewriters in a neat row, like a bunch of crows...
picche se… (from the back) an elusive answer to real questions
I have often wondered what is it that makes pwhy such a menace to local powers that be. Why is it that we get dragged to the labour court, accused of nefarious activities, ranging from pandering to stealing. Why is it that each time we solve a problem and start...