ANOU’S BLOG
..and the show does go on
Away from the petty problems that we are facing with misguided staff and our plethora of 'well-wishers', little Deepak fights his valiant battle vindicating thereby the raison d'être of project why.His journey has not been easy. What should have been a simple heart...
the show must go on
many a times I have felt defeated in the work I do.. you think you have got somewhere and one ugly incident takes all sense of achievement away from you.. your first reaction is to say: were people better off without us..Then you stop and think and realise that...
chapeau bas
when utpal mondal was born on the ides of march in 2002, god had made a mistake.. somewhere down the line, just a year away he had to suffer the worst baptism of fire: he fell into a boiling pot!I guess even the most forbidding God realises his mistake and sets out to...
cellTrouble
Many moons ago, when we were in our early teens, one of our favourite pastime was to dial random numbers on the phone in the hope of catching some young man and enganging in silly conversations.. This was often done with your best friend in tow and one quickly slammed...
disquieting dilemma
this touching sepia picture of Utpal sleeping should be enough to vindicate any wrong that may have happened in the six years of pwhy's existence on the field..some of you may have seen the revolting sting operation of a TV channel that caught doctors mutilating...
plastic fantastic lover
we read about farmers committing suicide because of their inability to pay back their loans.. we read about children taking their tender lives because they cannot meet the required standards some insensitive system created..i have been watching in silent horror...
outraged
eight years ago i decided to call our field work project why.. the reason was the innumerable questions that needed answers.. and slowly and painstakingly we set out to answer them and we did.. children remained in school and passed their examinations, jobs were given...
taking off
keeping in view the enormous problems with blogspot, blockouts and maybe to for get new energies and light the projectwhy blog has now moved to a new address, our very own.. our address ishttps://projectwhy.org/blog/we wil publishing continue on both sites for a while
musings on moving on
For some time no I have been getting messages, some veiled, some quite direct, some even harsh about what would happen to pwhy where I to die.. let me set everyone ones mind at rest by saying that it is something i myself have been thinking of..It is true that I have...
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
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
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...