ANOU’S BLOG
one-rupee-a-day and planet India revisited
one-rupee-a-day was an intuitive thought that had come to my mind way back in 1998 when project why was a tiny embryon... it seemed to be such a perfect solution.. was not India rich in mumbers.. and a rupee was something easily spared..like all intuitive thoughts it...
31 days..04 hours..32 minutes and 10 seconds and counting
woke this morning , sat at my computer, browsed the usual sites..as i opened this blog, my heart missed a beat as I saw something I had missed till date: on the right hand three little words - home sweet home -.. and a clock ticking backwardsI was overwhelmed as I...
two-to-tango… and a bag full of coins
scene one: somewhere in the US a bunch of young bright young indian students are busy preparing for the draw of two to tango. Two to tango was the name they gave the raffle they set to garner funds for project why after reading about our work. Sonal, Vel, Sneha after...
invisible but impregnable
An incident occured today that set me on a strain of thoughts about matters that one often brushes away with great words...It began with a call from an acquaintance who runs an upmarket nursery school with her mother a lucrative entreprise where fees rose from 300...
a ladder of hope
Class is over.. the climb down the rickety ladder will take them back to their day-to-day existence .. but today has been different.. the children have stars in their eyes..no metaphor here..Today's class was about the earth, and the plantets, and the milky away all...
a very simple secret
a mail dropped by in mailbox this morning. it was from someone i did not know..It began woth the words: "I've heard a lot about you from A. I'm skeptical, as always, about all good things. And yet, I wish I could meet you and be involved in what you are doing."Many...
hit the bottle.. hit the child
Jeetu is not yet 5.. but he has experienced in his short life more than many would imagine.. He came to us two years ago.. a frail child with huge sad eyes who clung to a man that we thought was his grandfather..We learnt that it was actually Jeetu's dad and that his...
preeti’s lunchBox
Some of you know her, some of you have read about her.. she is real and she is Preeti.. the one whose granny wants us to give her rat poison, the childwoman the family wants to wish away.. she is also the one that eats insects because she is micro-nutrient...
disinvestment à la why
it was a big day for me... as today for the very first time i saw the light at the end of the tunnel...or to to use the terminology of the hour..the first step towards project why's disinvestement was taken..yes disinvestment is what it should be called... as the...
vannakam or namaste
pNagar.. as we call it.. could be Tnagar in chennai!Sudhar Camp is waht it is known as.. a tiny slum tucked away behind the electricity department somewhere in Kalkaji, in the south of India's capital city.. 500 families living in precarious box like hutments where...
letter to a girl never born
dear child...they said you would see the light on September 3rd..September 3rd passed and so did the 4th, and the 5th.. On September 6th your mother was in pain and everyone thought the day had come for you to land in this world..your family had waited for you, your...
games adult play
Look at poor yash... now did anybody ask him what he felt before smearing his face with talcum powder...we adults seem to forget that children, even tiny ones, have egos, self -esteem, likes and dislikes and that even if we are bigger that does not mean we have the...