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.
*long post alert - necessitated by Code Freeze* I went to UK 6 months after my husband did, and in our fledgling 1.5 year old marriage where earlier we had lived in a very basic rented flat in Kolkata, his hospital accommodation of a terraced house was pretty well-laid out. In the kitchen were things one … Continue reading CROSS-CULTURAL CONFUSION
The recent teenager’s death and the imbroglio related to it, in Calcutta, has brought in a lot of discussion around parenting, as schools and parents struggle to understand how not to make any mistakes and how to raise the perfect person. The thing is, there isn’t one. And neither are there perfect parents, so quit … Continue reading In which the mother discusses bringing up a teenager
I lost my father less than a month back. The word lost feels quite right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced, went missing like we feared he would. As if he could turn up, like a sock or a set of keys, if I looked hard enough or long enough. … Continue reading Losing my father
So many aspects of my grandmother’s life were thoroughly unsatisfactory. Higher education was a privilege reserved for the boys in the family. Her choice of spouse was completely dictated by the parents and how she had other marriageable sisters ‘behind’ her. There was no question of her working outside the house. Her sphere of influence … Continue reading Such are the dreams of the everyday (middle-aged) woman