My mother-in-law told me the other day that I was fat. Just like that, I swear. And people wonder why women don't get along with their mothers-in-law! I felt like telling her that the Sengupta family cannot talk to us Chattorajs about obesity - they just cannot. But my parents taught me to gulp my … Continue reading Battle of the Bulge – Wishful Shrinking
When they plucked you out of my womb, I felt the tug and then they brought this swaddled infant, little over a kilogram in weight, with green gunk all over, and showed me you, I felt no love. I fell into my tired slumber as they took you away but before I did, I still … Continue reading One door closes…..
How many of you have watched the BBC (faux) quiz show Have I Got News for You? Every time I watch an episode of it, I am reminded how thin-skinned we Indians are when it comes to laughing at ourselves. The question about freedom of speech aside, this lack of ability to laugh at oneself … Continue reading The Apurva story of Kangana
The other day I was disposing a lot of my son’s toys and I remembered how before my son was born, I would get expensive toys from all over UK for my nephew. He was about 2 years old then, I remember I bought him a suitcase-load of toys I thought he would enjoy. Three … Continue reading Of improvised toys and rustic games
While everyone around me were showering eulogies on their mothers, I had a raging row with my mother on the phone. Today, on Mother's Day here. As is my wont, it immediately went on to become a tirade of past injustices done to me by her and others, and how she never spoke up for … Continue reading Mothering, then and now
A man was brought to Apollo Gleneagles Hospital in Kolkata from a road traffic accident with severe injuries. Unable to afford the cost of care there, he was moved to the Government tertiary care hospital IPGMER where he died within 4 hours of being moved. This piece of news resulted in the government and much … Continue reading Hippocrates could not have seen this coming
A picture posted by a friend, of her mother and her, sepia tinted just like all happy memories become, brought to life a barrage of memories. They always reside in the corners of my vision anyway. I remembered the Holi we used to play in Chasnala. Nowhere is Holi played the way it was in … Continue reading Holi, Chasnala, Childhood