The 'single-mingle' jingle

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What does being single mean? Does it mean getting to live it up, no strings attached? Does it mean having the freedom to eat a melting choco fudge for breakfast (with no hubby making a snide remark on the expanding waistline) and guzzling beer with rowdy buddies over a heady football game (with no three-year-olds bawling in the background)? Does singledom really ensure a passport to good life or is it just a theory propounded by frustrated and incomplete individuals? Just like me, surely, there must be many who have faced the 'singular' dilemma at some juncture of their lives. I happened to be a part of one such interesting congregation of Capital's single luminaries at the launch of Chasing the good life on being single. An interesting blend of opinions emerged from the nearly two hours that I spent on the....

Bitter after the bite

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It's that time of the year again. The autumn air is laden with festive sounds and smells. The sweet promise of approaching winter is doing much to infuse renewed energy into souls, beaten down with the sultry monotony of Delhi's summer of discontent. It's the best of times. It's the worst of times. Delhi is in the grips of the deadly dengue and panic has reached feverish pitch - quite literally at that - with 11 deaths and nearly 500 cases reported so far. Having had a close brush with death last year, courtesy the Aedes, I think I have all rights to feel outraged at our collective lethargy in dealing with something as dangerous as dengue. I was down with hemorrhagic dengue this time last year, ICUised for a week, narrowly escaping death thanks to seven bottles of blood plasma and platelets, eight....