ANOU’S BLOG
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....
faith, courage, instinct and the magic of project why
Piya, Sudha, Asha, Misha,Paul, Ronnie, Greg, Sandra, Melanie, Jennifer, Ritu, Sameer, Rohit, Rahul, Ben, Eric, Dr Cohen, Dr Rawat, College of Du Page, Nazeer, Himanshu and the list goes on.... are friends we did not know we had, but the magic of project why touched...
pappu pass ho gay(i)
when i asked some kids what made them laugh most, they all refereed to the famous chocolate ad where big B leaps of joy at 'pappu' passing his XIIth..well yesterday when rani brought her class X result, my joy was not for the camera, it was genuine .. and that for...
of pigs.. garbage dumps … and new beginnings
look at the picture.. this is a project why classroom..many of you may have conjured a 'glam' picture of project why.. yet this how we began in giri nagar five years ago, and this is what our new class room in okhla phase I, next to the railway tracks looks like...we...