ANOU’S BLOG
thirteen years after
My father left me 13 years ago, today...Pwhy would not have existed it it were not for him..Among the many things he taught me, was the meaning of unconditional love.. the one you give without any expectation...It took me a long time to understand that his legacy was...
every one was a star
sunday evening saw a star meet a young boy and a spirited woman..yes akshay kumar, the bollywood hero met Arun the young valmiki boy whose heart surgery was sponsored by him, and Bindiya a lovely lohar (gypsy) lady who won our raffle and hence a meeting with the...
there are no invitation cards…(cont)
It was late and the party was in full swing. Little Utpal had enjoyed himself, eaten to his heart's content and consumed large quantities of cold drinks, not because he was thirsty but because of the tall glass and the coloured straw..I held him on my lap and my hand...
why are there no invitation cards..
" because i am saving trees.."was my often exasperated answer.. but I manage to pull it off and stand by my convictions without succumbing to 'peer' pressure.My daughter's wedding was a vindication of all I stand for and I can say with some pride that I managed to...
Art of Living ..gNagar style
The Art of Living, is something terribly à la mode in present times and everyone is attending classes or discourses to master it..For the past five years I too have been attending such classes but in a different school altogether and with masters who are just two feet...
and the winners are…
The raffle draw was held yesterday at project why...The raffle had been thought of as one for upmarket people and hence the prizes were tailored to that taste - barring of course the dinner with a bollywood star -. But once we had printed the tickets and set out to...
100th blog
This is the 100th blog I write and publish..I started this blog a few months ago hoping that I could convey some of the heartwarming and heartbreaking moments one lives on planet why.I have been overwhelmed by the response to this blog.This was a special week as my...
celebrating… with a difference
It was a celebration... but one with a difference.. and one that celebrated 'difference'!p and j got married.. in a city where weddings have become barometers of one's success.. where people wreck their brains to find ways of outdoing others.. where flowers are flown...
DJ hona chahiye – there must be a D.J.
Two days from today my I marry my fist born...A simple marriage is anathema to this city we live on...As the marriage season dawns India's capital city is replete with weddings that would put Mira Nair's Monsson Wedding to shame.. it is almost as if Delhi's beautiful...
Rarely is love instant
"rarely is love intsant and those lovers are fortunate, in that doubt never enters their mind" writes timeri n murari in his heartwarming tale : my temporary son..I have rarely been moved by a book.. but as I read this one, all the little faces that have become part...
with malice to…
Last week, a prominent magazine published a supplement on our city. The issue was about some of the social causes spearheaded by some individuals: a plethora of causes ranging from children to women, from rag pickers to legal rights, from environment and to animal...
babli … a tiny woman of substance
"doctor bolta hai operation karna hai aur paisa ka intezam karlo.. " (the doctor says I have to be operated upon and that we should get the money organised) said little babli in her shrill and matter of fact voice as she clutched sister arzoo in a maternal hug..these...