Sarita Sarvate’s monthly column, Last Word has been featured in India Currents for the last twenty-five years. Her experience as an immigrant who arrived in America to attend graduate school at a time when few Indian women ventured to a foreign land lends her perspective a unique mix of global villager/desi vernacular flavor.
An avid connoisseur of Americana, her columns straddle her native and adopted cultures. The topics she writes about range from global politics, society, culture, feminism, and memoir. She believes in living true to one’s desires and beliefs even if it means being relegated to the margins of society.

Is The Handmaid’s Tale a Feminist Tract?

Is The Handmaid’s Tale a Feminist Tract?

I have always had difficulty with Margaret Atwood’s writings, perhaps because her visions of the future are too dark. Listening to the audio version of The Blind Assassin, I got thoroughly confused. No surprise then that I hadn’t read her classic, The Handmaid’s Tale,...
Are Indian Weddings Too Ostentatious?

Are Indian Weddings Too Ostentatious?

I saw Monsoon Wedding, the new musical, with a group of Indian women friends recently. We laughed at familiar idiomatic expressions, translated, at times awkwardly, from Hindi into English. We got nostalgic listening to old melodies. I even got teary-eyed when a...
Are Indian Weddings Too Ostentatious?

Are Indian Weddings Too Ostentatious?

I saw Monsoon Wedding, the new musical, with a group of Indian women friends recently. We laughed at familiar idiomatic expressions, translated, at times awkwardly, from Hindi into English. We got nostalgic listening to old melodies. I even got teary-eyed when a...
Letter to Prime Minister Modi

Letter to Prime Minister Modi

Dear Mr. Modi: I am not your devotee, nor have I followed your career very assiduously. To tell you the truth, I am not even one of your citizens, having long forsaken my Indian passport. But I am writing today to bring to your attention a rare opportunity. As you are...
Living Inside a Dystopian Show

Living Inside a Dystopian Show

Whenever I’ve read about the Second World War, it has seemed such a romantic period to me: a period when the forces of good battled the forces of evil, and won.  The fact that I wasn’t even born helps of course. As does the fact that I know how it all ended. In...