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
Some years back, in an HR initiative, I used to go to Jalpaiguri Engineering College once a month for 2 days to teach prospective company employees communication skills. The first time I went, my son was about 5 years old, and I had to make all preparations, his meals and his dad’s (yes, you got that … Continue reading Vive la vida, femmes
A few weeks back, a friend's mother passed away, and they were nowhere near being prepared. They are all going about their business and pretending everything was normal, only nothing was, is, normal. She does not even know, at this point anyway, whether she ever will be normal. Inside her, that is. How does one … Continue reading In the name of the father…
For so many of us, 2016 has been a cruel year. I almost know nobody unaffected, negatively, by what transpired this year. So many of the people we never thought would die, died. On the 6th of January, our janitor, whom everyone called Kaka, died. Just like that. I had not even paid him for … Continue reading 2016. Bye.