ANOU’S BLOG
tiny water warriors
When I suggested that we begin environment awareness classes with the tiny tots of pwhy, many were sceptical but when Ma'am decrees what can you say! So the classes begun. Every day for about a quarter of an hour the creche kids were told about why water should not be...
sparrows, bees and cell towers
Not so long ago the nooks and crevices of our house were regularly home to sparrow nests. At that time we often consider this invasion a nuisance though we never destroyed any. I cannot remember exactly when the sparrows stop nesting. I cannot even remember when we...
Bye bye well ironed clothes, hello broken shoes
Every time one feebly attempts to try and listen to those who extol the elusive virtues of the Commonwealth Games, heralded as the panacea to all our urban woes, as the magic wand that will transform our disorderly yet cherished city into a world class one, an...
where angels don’t fear to tread
Last week as I drove to the project down our little lane, I saw a small posse of men standing on the street in front of our centre's door. There were about 3 or 4 of them, and one held a sheaf of papers in his hand. They looked harried and worried and I knew at once...
deaths that dont’ matter….
Delhi's flood of deaths that don't matter screamed the headline of the morning paper. The writing was on the wall: 10 homeless persons die every day in our soon to be state-of-the-art capital courtesy the Commonwealth Games! The article makes scary reading. A third...
sustainable not charitable
Charity needs to be sustainable was the headline of a recent article in a leading magazine. Needless to say it caught my eye and I hastened to read it. It was an interview with a top honcho, a lady at that, who shared her view about CSR about charity. For her charity...
who will ring te bell for her
When Ruchika's tormentor was handed over a laughable sentence some months back, the nation was outraged. Television channels were replete with debates on the issue and everyone wondered how the matter would end. It had taken many years to nail the elusive perpetrator...
The magical garbage dump
I recently came across an article about a 'school' in a garbage dump in Mumbai. The article is uncanny. It could have been written for us. It almost recounted the story of our Okhla centre, a story I had never written. It was time to make amends.My mind travelled back...
The last donation
The last donation! Sounds ominous but is is not, quite the contrary it is the harbinger of hope, and freedom.For the past ten years we have been trying to make a difference in the lives of the less privileged and can say with pride that we have succeeded in more ways...
sunshine in the dead of night
For the past two weeks Ram Bacchan has been guarding our house as the husband his away and everyone at the project felt that we (Shamika and I) needed to be protected particularly in the wake of a recent spate of murders of senior citizens ( I guess I qualify the...
BiharWhy
BiharWhy! An incongruous and curious name. And yet this the one C has chosen for a the brand new education centre located in a little village in Bihar's Supaul District. I must admit quite sheepishly that when C had murmured: to go to the village in Bihar and start a...
in limbo
Every year at about this time I sit down to write the annual report of the project. The report begins with a Directors' message, and till date I have had no problems whatsoever in writing it. There was always something to write about: a special occurrence, a...