ANOU’S BLOG
what’s buzzing on planet why
Today was a great day on planet why...After much activity we finally got our first in house cloth bag ... yes truly in house.. stitched by our very special kids under the hawk eye of their stitching teacher and printed on in our own in house printing unit...Yes we...
why am i being worshiped today…
why am i being worshiped today?asks a bewildered little girl.. and she has good resaons to pose that question, as on all other 364 days she is never treated like this..today is ashtami the eight day of Durga Puja.. today the very people who wish for a boy, are willing...
left alone.. she may die
babli is 9.. she looks 5..a bright child, she loves studying and being with her class mates.. at first she looks normal till you realise that she is often stands aside while others play.. if you look closely you realise that she breathes with great difficulty..Babli...
one can bang the door.. but the other has to run away
When your teen age daughter or mine gets angry, or upset, or has a fight with the family.. she bangs the door of her room, pops up the volume and waits for one of us to come by.. and make things rightwhen Durga has a fight she leaves home, wanders dark unsafe streets...
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win
"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win " M.K Gandhi Today is Mahatma Gandhi's birthday... the father of our Nation and the nation will render hommage to him... articles will be published and read, some may go to his samadhi...
there is something about planet why
for many months I passed by potty nagar.. a name coined by shamikaa for a cluster of ramshackle jhuggis all five hundred of them, where almost 100 families live in rooms piled on each other with rickery ladders in lieu of staircases..I have already witten about potty...
genX… wit a difference
look at them... they are something these three.. dark glasses and all.. our very own genX..this morning I decided to take a class.. and as we sat I realised that all was not quite as it should be.. most of the bacchas slumped and it took me some time to get everyone...
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...