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Rage Against the Dying of the Light

 | Book Awards 2022 | Creative Writing in English (Fiction & Poetry)

Rage Against the Dying of the Light

"Destiny sometimes derives unknown pleasures in the peripeteia. After decades of training and hardships to become a doctor, a single stroke of fate had made me switch roles. I was no longer a doctor who could exercise indifference by ordering infliction of pain for the sake of a diagnosis, who could order innumerable tests and not be bound by the imposing guilt of needle prick insertions. I was a father and a patient at the same time." Neel met the love of his life at his undergraduate medical college. Through the horrors of ragging to the bond of friendship, set on the charged backdrop of Mumbai blasts and suicidal batchmates, Neel and Riya found themselves share deep moments of togetherness. Did this romantic bond lead them to fulfilment or to lingering miasma of pain? Years later, fiction blends into reality, and Neel, now a practicing doctor, happily married, finds himself confronted with the questions that were unanswered during his med-school days. The life of his son is plagued with a deadly, unyielding disease, and very system Neel had sworn his allegiance to, stood against him, insensitively playing villain. This book is a captivating reverie of emotions, that the author begged could have been a tad less autobiographical.

Full Title: Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Author: Dr Shishir Srivastav
Publisher: Pirates

Award Category: Creative Writing in English (Fiction & Poetry)
About the Book: 

"Destiny sometimes derives unknown pleasures in the peripeteia. After decades of training and hardships to become a doctor, a single stroke of fate had made me switch roles. I was no longer a doctor who could exercise indifference by ordering infliction of pain for the sake of a diagnosis, who could order innumerable tests and not be bound by the imposing guilt of needle prick insertions. I was a father and a patient at the same time."

Neel met the love of his life at his undergraduate medical college. Through the horrors of ragging to the bond of friendship, set on the charged backdrop of Mumbai blasts and suicidal batchmates, Neel and Riya found themselves share deep moments of togetherness.

Did this romantic bond lead them to fulfilment or to lingering miasma of pain?

Years later, fiction blends into reality, and Neel, now a practicing doctor, happily married, finds himself confronted with the questions that were unanswered during his med-school days. The life of his son is plagued with a deadly, unyielding disease, and very system Neel had sworn his allegiance to, stood against him, insensitively playing villain.

This book is a captivating reverie of emotions, that the author begged could have been a tad less autobiographical.

Prepare yourself, be seated for this mesmerising saga of love, and its unforeseen ramification. Read on.
- Gautam Gambhir


About the Author: 

Dr Shishir Srivastav is a doctor, a blogger and writer of fiction and nonfiction. He was a merit
scholar all through his schooling days and completed his schooling from the prestigious Modern School Barakhamba Road, New Delhi. For pursuing his training to become a medical doctor he went to Bombay, now Mumbai and did his MBBS and DCH from T. N. Medical college and B.Y.L. Nair Hospital Mumbai. He is a practising paediatrician and runs his own medical centre. Dr Shishir lives in Ghaziabad.


Excerpt: 

Through the darkening facade of oblivion, he sees himself; his soul leaving his mundane physical body lying on the recliner couch of a modern waiting room and penetrating through the shiny steel and glass window, transgressing deep into the tarry smoke of the midnight urban sky. He sees himself sucked into the malady of human existence and its end.
The rubble of his soul travels through the Phlegethon of time, through the panorama of the desuetude. A turbulent journey, a journey not of grandeur but struggle, a journey more of preparation than of fulfilment.
He sees himself wandering into the macadam maze of narrow by-lanes outlying the urban slum where he was born. The visual imprints were fading, but the insecurities and sicknesses of early childhood were still haunting his inner self.
In the dark corner of a gloomy accommodation, whose every nook and corner wore the impression of mediocrity, there he lay, on a large tin trunk used for keeping winter accessories. This has been his permanent bed for so many days because every other article of furniture present in the room lacked permanency of form and occupation, being put to different use by the hour of the day.
His figure was lean and weak, and the tin box had no problem supporting his underweight torso. His eyes looked hazed with a dark grey halo around them, covering a substantial part of his hollowed-out face, which looked pale. Probably a shade paler than actual, because of the weary yellow beam from the tungsten bulb, cutting across his cheekbones. He was eight years old.


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