Rachna Singh Quotes

There are over six thousand languages in India, as per one estimate. At home, my driver speaks three: Kannada, Tamil and Telugu. I speak three languages: Hindi, English and bad. The home nurse (caring for my MIL) speaks Malayalam. The maid speaks gibberish. And, my husband does not speak. So, by the time we get a simple task executed, for instance, 'Get some salt', one can take a short trip to Sri Lanka, learn Sinhalese and come back.

Every year, I approach Independence Day with a great deal of respect and fear. Respect for the freedom fighters who put all at stake for their motherland. In fact, their stories touch the deepest spot in my heart every time I reflect on their tales of valor.
And fear at the task of dressing up my kids as 'freedom fighter of their choice'.

I am not a morning person, I am not an afternoon person, I am not a late-night person....In fact, I don't think I am a person after all.

I notice women have memory retrieval systems that work like sticky tongues of toads. They leap out like lightening and can strike in all directions to retrieve the object of choice in the situation.

Men can make boardroom presentations, solve difficult business problems, make complicated financial projections and drive back home, maneuvering through rush-hour traffic without feeling stressed.
What stresses them is the dreaded question at the dinner table, 'How did your day go?

I love meeting old people. It's mostly about the deference and respect I have for them. But, if I peel the layers, it's really about being addressed as 'you youngsters' by them: even as I lean against the sofa to cushion my crepe-bandaged knees.

Return Gifts: Those cheap things kids almost lynch you for, and then discard on their way out.

This is an awkward age. Older cousins are becoming grandparents; younger cousins are still getting married. You discover that colleagues at work, who are classified under a safe, broad term of 'co-workers' or 'team members' were not even born when India won the World Cup in 1983.

Recently I found out that eating the flower at the tip of the coconut on the coconut tree guarantees the birth of a son. That makes me wonder why Kerala has the best girl-to-boy ratio. Well, if this secret leaks out to Haryana, the most boy-obsessed state in India, I foresee a spurt in coconut plantations there. Each tree will serve a dual purpose: one, aid in producing a boy, and two, when the boy grows up, offer itself in marriage to the very same boy, since there would no girls left to marry by then

I feel it's time to start a movement for equal, non-discriminatory facilities at discos. I ask, why are there no wheel chairs at Titos?
Why can't they have 'Geriatric Nites' as well? We could all go there, take off our dentures and have wild time, while sipping our chicken soup.
Come think of it, they could also offer a free dialysis with every drink!

Have you seen one of those fat books on 'Good Parenting'? Well, it's a good thing that these books are fat! Because, by the time the kids turn into teenagers, these parents can use the same books as aimed missiles.

On an average, we celebrate 4-5 festivals per month. There are the major ones like Christmas and Diwali and then there are minor ones like whatsitsname-get-drunk-and-dance-in-front-of-temple-near-bomanahalli festival.

Good mothers know the names of their kids' friends. 'Hey Green shirt, your ball has rolled into the hedge' will not do.