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the days after..

had little sandhya survived we would have been heroes. However with hindsight and even after mulling hours into the night death is the kindest gift my friend the God of lesser children could have done for this unloved child.I do not know if in this sometimes absurd...

mother courage and her children

mother courage and her children

I do not why I am reminded of Brecht's Mother Courage as I sit today my head filled with unanswered questions the day after the loss of a human life no one really mourned. Why does Brecht's play written in nazi germany and set in the seventeenth century, ring so true...

sandhya – an evening star gone by

sandhya – an evening star gone by

sandhya2000 - 2006 She tiptoed on to our planet quietly almost as if she wanted no one to notice her lest we let her walk into our hearts. She would slink softly behind her loud mother hiding her face lest you lost yourself in her huge melting eyes.. She would sit in...

virtuals head butts for lady B

remember babli, the spirited yourg lady whose heart was fixed and who was to rejoin school this term well, we forgot that oh darling yeh hai India!I almost fell off my chair when i asked on July 10th was to me should have been a redundant question: is babli in...

powerless

in spite of all technological advances that enable us to obliterate the defines of space and time, connect to people across the globe with the click of a mouse, we in delhi have had to make rather pre-historic adjustements.. one that reminded me of the days when my...

a long night for deepak

a long night for deepak

If little deepak lives today it is because a bunch of doctors fought for him as if he was one of their own when his heart stopped beating, and brought him back to life. They did not have to do it: he was not their son, they were not going to earn a huge amount of...

68/86… and 103 the arithmetic of coping

For the past few days strange things have been happening in an otherwise orderly environement.. an intricate and baffling interplay of movements, numbers, words and occurences. At moments the entire scenario becomes extremely puzzling..What just moments ago was a...

after ‘why’, ‘what’ ?

after ‘why’, ‘what’ ?

After why, what - that is the question.. almost a Shakespearian one..Six years down the line we have successfully proved that with a little effort and local resources, drop out rates can be contained and children can pass their Boards. True that we have some students...

well done garima

well done garima

I cannot but remember the days in May 2000, when I use to sit at a door step in Giri Nagar, and hordes of parents use do come with a single plea:"English bolana sikhado" - teach them to speak in English-How intuitive and right these poor illiterate parents were: last...

he looked at the sky…

he looked at the sky…

When the aviator missed his Little Prince in St Exupery's beautiful fable, he looked at the sky searching for a star... when he missed his laugh he thought of bells ringing..Two weeks from now little mr p will walk out of my door to a new life in his new school.. and...

smile hanuman

smile hanuman

kids are quite amazing.. mr p wore his Hanuman mask and had us in peals of laughter as we kept telling him to smile and he kept obliging under his mask not realising that no one could see his face..we finally did tell him to remove it and the dazzling smile was...

in my Inbox

in my Inbox

This morning as I entered my office the light on my cellphone was flashing indicating a message in my inbox. I rarely use this facility and normally what awaits me on the screen is some promo or the other. I opened the message - not a promo this time - and read the...