Roshan Radhakrishnan's Blog, page 70

The Importance of Being Honest

Last month, there was an incident in the hospital I work in. A young girl, not more than 5 years old, accompanied by her parents came to our hospital with an apparent injury to her eye. There was obvious internal bleeding localised to a section of her eye, suggestive of an incident of trauma, though her parents denied any injurious event. As an anaesthetist, my role was to elicit any significant history from the local guardians and inform them of the anaesthesia I would be providing as the ch...

Ruby 1999-2013

I have written over four and a half lakh words in this blog over the last seven and a half years. And yet, I find I don't have the right words to describe what I'm feeling within my heart.

Ruby was put to sleep today after suffering complications related to her advancing age. We prayed for a miracle that never came. From her part, she too showed her love and resolve till the end. Even with no food or water within her stomach for nearly a week, she still stumbled and climbed up the stairs to sl...

Featured in Indian Express - Mumbai & Pune edition.

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Here are the links to the epaper Indian Express edition (of Mumbai and Pune) of Rohan Swamy's article on first-time authors and the exciting diversity they bring to the growing trend of short-story anthologies.
P.S. It goes without saying that I will soon be levying taxes for reading my blog. Which reminds me... none of you paid the taxes I levied last time (Rs 5 per visit with Rs 3 for refreshing page). Sigh. Such a corrupt nation,...

The colours I never saw

“What do you mean, colours?”
For a moment, I think he hasn’t heard me. I imagine him standing there, his eyes focused on what lies beyond those windows.
“How old were you when you lost your vision?”
“Seven.” I reply.
“What colours do you remember?” I close my eyes. At first, there is only a familiar darkness. But then, the palette starts to brighten.
I see my mom’s wavy hair ..” Yellow” I whisper.
My toy car….”Red”
The beaches … “Blue”
“They’re all there, child” I hear his words, but the catch in hi...

Chasing an outlandish dream

There's one last hoop in my hand. The stationary fixed rod stands a couple of metres away. I have landed the previous three hoops right onto it and know I can do it again. In front of me are two marks in chalk, the number '10' at my feet and '5' a few paces ahead. Behind me, the next two numbers in the sequence are marked in white as well on the floor. I am 14 years old. It is a character development program for students organised at a rotary club. You score points (based on the mark you...

Ten Shades of Life

I had mentioned awhile back that I would be getting published in a book early in 2013. Well, that day has now come. 

It isn't just the unique cover.
Right from the start, Fablery's writing contest looked to set itself apart from the others. While there were many contests on short stories based on love, Fablery focused on ten unique genres in a contest spanning an entire year. The stories in this contest were longer and more fleshed out that your basic 3000-word short stories, allowing for...