Category Archives: Personal

Who ‘killed’ my mother — cousin or colleagues?

By Suresh Pattali

“Mother serious start immediately”

Succinct, sharp, explicit and poignant. No room for a comma or a full point as punctuation was payable at the same rate as a word. The language of emotions has no grammar anyways. This fabled line sent via the now-defunct Indian telegram service was probably the most misused message sent across any platform once upon a time when the phenomenon called the Internet never existed.

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The night I turned into a textbook for a millennial

By Suresh Pattali

“What’s up?” I asked, as the person on the other end wasn’t one of those guys who would call me for the heck of it. The big chasm between our generations —  a baby boomer and a millennial — doesn’t call for frequent communication. He usually called to clear some doubts or if he had something to communicate about his grandma, the prime reason why he came into my life.

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How I learnt to love an aunt who has forgotten me

By Anamika Chatterjee

From a fairly young age, I knew I would never be short of mothers. Not because I was surrounded by warm and loving ladies, but because my mother’s standing instructions were to suffix the word ‘ma’ whenever my brother and I addressed our paternal and maternal aunts. Why? Because that’s what good Bengali kids from good Bengali families living outside Bengal did. This is how my elder uncle’s wife became Jethi-ma and my younger uncle’s wife became Kaki-ma. My brother, an obedient son, complied; I was reluctant. Ma, to me, wasn’t a nomenclature, it was a distinction that had to be earned. The only aunt I was happy to anoint ‘Ma’ was my father’s elder (and only) sister, aka Pishi-ma.

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Passing A Levels with study, breaking rules and… an angel

By Rohma Sadaqat

I like to indulge myself in a little activity when I am feeling low. All it requires is my laptop and a cup of green tea. Said items procured, I will then spend the next hour scrolling through all of the latest social media posts, videos and news articles that I can find on little acts of kindness. It’s easy to get lost in all the positivity that you find when going through compilations under the hashtag ‘faith in humanity restored’. Judging by the number of comments and views on each post, I am certain that I am not the only one who enjoys this little indulgence.

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The barber who wanted to make me look like Shakespeare

By Suresh Pattali

literally launched myself onto the lofty chair, the only one vacant in the salon, and looked around to see who was going to serve me. I panned my eyeballs across the place. The ambiance was hair-raising. The six-chair shop with seamless black-and-white decor, including large elliptical mirrors with LED-illuminated frames, lent credence to the hues of business that happened inside: hair — black or gray.

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