And then a thousand flowers WILL bloom...
“But the Emperor is naked!”
“But the Emperor is naked!”
Her face resting on the parched earth burning under the hot sun, her hands clutching at straws, the famine struck tiny body was struggling to crawl towards the UN feeding centre in Ayod, South Sudan. It was still half a mile away.
King Mufasa is dead, Prince Simba is nowhere to be found. The jungle is set in gloom; herds, prides, clusters of, animals small and big, are struggling, unable to come together. They succumb to the evil brother Scar who uses the treacherous hyenas and takes over their beloved Kingdom.
In the beautiful city of Kolkata, in the heart of Howrah, is a slum called Tikiapara where the noise of gully wars breaking out were common in the neighbourhood. Children were out of school, and unemployed youth were peddling drugs, generations resigned to a bleak future without much to look forward to.
Letter from the CEO's Desk:
The first time he said, “I'll beat you”, I thought he was joking.
A simple home of a South Indian family in Matunga. Deeply traditional but surrounded by a multicultural neighbourhood.
Athens Olympics 2004. India-Australia League Match. Two evenly matched hockey teams were fighting to win.
“Why would anyone find my life interesting?” And then as he proceeded to share parts of what he thought was an ordinary life.
Meticulous student, obedient daughter, non-complaining and well-adjusted, young Uma was the good child we all want in our lives.
Once upon a time, there was a crow. Simple minded, he was a regular fella. While there was not much wrong with his life, it did become a little dull.
As a young girl pre-globalization, Bollywood, books and observations were my windows to the world.
Osama is a round peg in a world of square holes.
Raghu learnt his first lessons of cooperation, sharing and inclusion from his grandmother, Lakshmi patti, who received people with respect, dignity, and her filter coffee.
Soft spoken, plain speaking, calm demeanour.
Relatively new to the development sector, I visited the CORO for Literacy office in Chembur, curious to understand the incredible work I had read about.
I met Rubina Nafees Fatima too late in life. My loss entirely.
In this world full of noise, Anshu’s voice stands out.
“Why me?!” .... A younger me would easily blurt out when things didn’t work my way. At that time, it seemed like my disappointment was the end of the world.
Nine years ago, I had my own little tryst with destiny. Picking up the phone I heard the question that would change my life.