23Jul 2015

Three days ago, I posted here about my fight to become Moy Moy’s legal guardian. As a foreigner, I am, it appears, ineligible under Indian law, in spite of being Moy Moy’s mother and her fiercest champion. My story was widely shared – on facebook, Twitter and the online news magazine: The Wire. Many, many people commented, Continue Reading →

20Jul 2015

On Thursday I attended a meeting at the Dehradun District Magistrate’s office. As one of the city’s prominent organizations for people with disability, we were asked to be present at a session to decide on guardianships for a number of adults with mental handicaps. By law in India, a person over 18 with a mental Continue Reading →

05Jul 2015

“If you never have, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.” ~ Dr Seuss One of the questions we are so often asked at Latika Vihar and Karuna Vihar is “Don’t you ever teach the children? All they seem to do is to play.” It’s so hard to convince parents that when Continue Reading →

19Jun 2015

Everywhere I go, I hear the same thing: “We can’t find staff. Where are all the good people, the qualified people, the people who can write, think creatively, analyze?” It’s the same all over the country – at least in the voluntary sector. The corporate sector, of course, has it a bit easier. With fat Continue Reading →

14Feb 2015

After 22 days of working non-stop (for three weekends in a row, I attended conferences every Saturday, every Sunday) I thought it was time for a break. I took  a day off. I called it a Mental Health Day and I didn’t go to work. What a treat. I love my job, my office, my Continue Reading →

11Feb 2015

This essay first appeared in Commonweal Magazine. Last week I held a writing workshop for some of my young colleagues in the Foundation. Although fluent in spoken English, they struggle to get their thoughts and ideas on paper. One reason they find it hard is their preference for the passive voice. Sentences written in the Continue Reading →

10Feb 2015

I saw this woman at a conference in Delhi last weekend. I was pretty sure I knew her, but I couldn’t be positive. She looked so familiar, yet something was different. I took her photo (I was photographing everyone, so it wasn’t that weird) and studied it until finally it dawned on me: It was Continue Reading →

04Feb 2015

If you could go back to the day you got the diagnosis about your child, what would you tell yourself? What do you know now that you wish you’d known then? A letter to my younger self – 25 years ago Dear Jo Jo, Buckle your seat belt. That tiny little baby you just adopted? Continue Reading →

19Jan 2015

Building a fire last night, I got an infinitesimally tiny splinter in my right hand. By morning it was swollen and red. I removed it awkwardly using my left hand to ply the needle. I could not BELIEVE that something so small could cause so much pain. But once it was out, the pain subsided Continue Reading →