ANOU’S BLOG
he sang with all his heart.. and waited
the little fellow in red singing his heart out is Aman a little gypsy child.last wednesday, his mom made him wear his smartest clothes, scrubbed squeaky clean in spite of the paucity of water in the camp where they live and sent him to project why.in days gone by, i...
return of the prodigal…
just got back from chennai and will write about my visit soon ...but today i want to share the joy I felt returning..home!yes this little planet as i like to call it, has become 'home' as isn't home the place you feel wanted, loved, cared for... was it the little...
chennai calling
when the tsunami - a word none of us knew post 26/12 - waves hit the shores of India on a fateful sunday morning, I did not know that it would create ripples in a little planet tucked away in a small delhi slum.we set about collecting money for a boat, and we managed...
Dear Nida….
Dear Nida,Thank you for your lovely mail and of course you can call me Anu!I chose to answer your mail in this weblog, because much of what I would like to write to you, is what I would like to say to the young women of a land I love with deep passion. I must confess...
a rupee a day makes the world smaller
I am an Indian expat - living in San Diego, California now. I was born & raised in Delhi, and, like so many others, had become immune to sights and sounds of abject poverty surrounding me everyday. I came across your project while doing some random net surfing during...
salt, sugar and a proud mom’s love….
If you look at the picture you will see a little tear that is about to fall... why is aditya crying as he clutches his pink bag?Some of you may remeber a post in the June archives of this very blog entitled 'the other WHY', and the same little aditya asking questions...
return from the hood
this week we made it to outlook and for once the article conveyed the reality of project why and its hopes and dreams. For once readers are spared the 'ambassador's daughter' walking the slums, a cliche that makes me mad and has been used ad nauseum...project why came...
guess whose coming to tea…
guess whose coming to tea... project why's very special page '3' ladies... seema, sarita, geeta, urmila, vinita , savitri... never mind if they live in shanties, or jhuggis, they were invited to a farewell tea by friend and colleague Mylene, with whom they have worked...
there is fish and rice…
i had a most moving experience as i watched a scene enacted by twobeings as different as night and day..one is a little 3 year old indian slum kid and the other a 50 year oldupmarket frenchman ..but they are tied by an invisible thread called love.so when xavier came...
it’s a kind of magic..
One dream one soul one prize one goalOne golden glance of what should beIt’s a kind of magicOne shaft of light that shows the wayNo mortal man can win this dayIt’s a kind of magicThe bell that rings inside your mindIs challenging the doors of timewrote roger taylor...
when today is over…
This is nanhe, nanhe means small or tiny.. he came to us a year ago, could not walk, was incontinent, and barely spoke... we put in with the creche children were he spent time on a chair looking at others ..A few weeks back, we decided to 'promote' him to the special...
‘You’ve got to find what you love,’
stay hungry, stay foolishAgain, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dotswill somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something -your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever....