buildings, roadways, waterways, natural wonders, holiday spots. resorts…are the titles of some travel programs telecast in the US. We remembered them a couple of days back and again marvelled at the fact that only occasionally did a place or two outside the USA, make its presence felt in that list. One honour the media thereContinueContinue reading “World’s Greatest..”
Author Archives: Anita Satyajit
After the long absence
Thanks to : Travels to Bombay and Pune, increased work load, resumption of reading and sheer laziness. After making an unspoken vow for abstinence from blogging (was getting to addicted to reading blogs and trying to make mine look better!), I decided to finally get started again. Can�t really stay away from blogging for long.ContinueContinue reading “After the long absence”
My paper on communications
Discovered a couple of days back that my paper on �Communications for Development: Creating a Communications Strategy�, which was first published in my project Newsletter in the i4d magazine, is going to be republished in the Journal of Rural Development published by National Institute for Rural Development (NIRD). It is available online here. After moreContinueContinue reading “My paper on communications”
Whose responsibility are they?
On the Banjara Hills road which goes towards Hitech City, at Hyderabad, there is entertainment to occupy your attention while the traffic signal turns red. Some street children, some of them remarkably fair and beautiful (which makes Satya think they might be from up north), have taken to performing acrobatics on the street. They parkContinueContinue reading “Whose responsibility are they?”
Media n Mumbai Rains
Dilip wrote, I commented: �Interesting that you should pose the same question that I and my friend have been arguing about on chat for the past hour. I dont think any layperson would take the trouble to let the media channel know, it has been playing dirty by reusing old footage. The ones who doContinueContinue reading “Media n Mumbai Rains”
Death of the coin
On our way to work, we stopped by at the usual roadside garage to fill air in the tyres. The 10 year old boy, after giving me a leering look, proceeded to check and fill air. Though there is over Rs. 30 in change lying in varied purses back home, we struggled to rummage theContinueContinue reading “Death of the coin”
Speaking Out
A conference I attended earlier this year was filled with people from varied backgrounds, all of whom were present to speak, share, talk and discuss their views and thoughts on gender and the information society. It was the first of the kind seminar that I had attended and was suitably impressed by much of theContinueContinue reading “Speaking Out”
Mumbai wait for me
Monsoon is when everyone including the rain is going bonkers. So much for my previous post gushing about the monsoon. My plans of going to Bombay tomorrow have literally been washed away. SOB� SOB.. Dad wait for me.. N don�t open those bags till I get there. If not for me at least for theContinueContinue reading “Mumbai wait for me”
Monsoon is
When my heart goes bonkers, when it refuses to get bound by walls or any physical confines. Can I run around arms outstretched feeling each drop drench not only my body but every emotion, wipe clean the slate of life and mind? Crisp and cold, pleasing and teasing, making me lose myself, and disappear inContinueContinue reading “Monsoon is”
A beggar’s life
cloth wrapped around unkempt, crushed, careless; less to cover the shame, the indignity which is now worn unassumingly like a dress itself. breast struggling to hide hairy legs streaked with brown dust running from vehicle to vehicle, signal to signal marking the territory for the clink in the begging vessel eyes pleading, words repeated anContinueContinue reading “A beggar’s life”
Atha : Returning to the Now 