Rachna Singh's Blog, page 7
August 16, 2015
My Breast Cancer Diary : #4 The Chemo Decision
Why is death so final? Like, THE END? Come on God, be a sport – change the rules – how about parole for good post-death behaviour? Like we get to come back once a year. Email? Ok, maybe just a phone call? Please… It is 2:00 a.m. I look at the familiar hand beside me. […]
August 15, 2015
Freedom Struggle Flashpoint
Freedom Struggle Flashpoint (carried in Deccan Herald on 15th August, 2015) http://www.deccanherald.com/content/4... Every year, I approach Independence Day with a great deal of respect and fear. Respect for our brave freedom fighters And fear at thought of having to dress up my kids as ‘freedom fighters’, as per the standard Independence Day celebration protocol in […]
August 11, 2015
My Breast Cancer Diary : #3: Post-Op Recovery
Sharp Pain. Dull Pain. Slicing Pain. Hopping Pain. Spiralling pain. I have had caesarean section deliveries in the past. But this is worse. And, no baby either. But I have learnt, suddenly, to be grateful for being alive. It’s a soft, beautiful feeling that pats me on the cheeks and wakes me every morning. Nothing […]
August 6, 2015
My Breast-Cancer Diary : #2 : The Surgery
Bad News There are two tumours, not one. About 1.5 cms X 1 cm X 1 cm approximately. 11 o clock position and 2 o clock position. Like the breast is a clock. So unpoetic, I say! And, right now, it’s not even a clock, it’s a bloody ticking time-bomb. The doc advises mastectomy. Two […]
July 20, 2015
Shinie Antony launches new book – THE ORPHANAGE FOR WORDS
She is spectacular. I read one page of her writing and wonder if she is even human. I scan her face — she kinda looks human. I try to look for tell-tale martian warts or high-tech implants behind her ears. It’s tough to peer behind those dachshund-ears cascade of hair. I persist. Nothing found. She complains […]
Shinie Antony launches new book – AN ORPHANAGE FOR WORDS
She is spectacular. I read one page of her writing and wonder if she is even human. I scan her face — she kinda looks human. I try to look for tell-tale martian warts or high-tech implants behind her ears. It’s tough to peer behind those dachshund-ears cascade of hair. I persist. Nothing found. She complains […]
May 12, 2015
My Childhood Inspirations
As little girls, my older sister and I wanted to be singers at night-clubs. Our inspirations were Zeenat Aman and Hema Malini, who, in some of their movies crooned disco songs into a mike under flashing strobe lights. We would make a mike out of several odd objects lying about the house: a bottle of […]
April 21, 2015
The Trial Room Experience
I was at the mall today. Three young ladies with armfuls of clothes entered the trial room, leaving behind three young men, absorbed in their phones near the clothes-stands outside. These men were the approvers. Two of them seemed to be good multitaskers, jumping to attention the moment their names were called. The third was […]
April 16, 2015
Baba Back Peeps
I thought Congress was a secular party strongly opposed to ���ghar vaapsi��� projects! Why this? Making an exception for Rahul baba? But, really, I have not seen so much excitement in the country since ex-uncle Amitabh made a spectacular comeback with his re-invented portfolio, new set of friends, and a new beard-soaked-in-a pot-of-milk look. And […]
March 27, 2015
Shooting the World Cup Messenger
It was heart-rending, in an amusing sort of way to see groups of angry people breaking TV sets after India lost the match. Angry people stomping and crushing shards of glass and mangled plastic. Some stomping maniacally on just bare ground because all the bits were claimed by other boots. Some of them, crying with […]
