Kamala Harris’ Amma, an Unlikely Soulmate
Until recently, American elections used to evoke in me, not angst, but wonder. When Bill Clinton ran for president, I watched The Man from Hope, a documentary
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.
Until recently, American elections used to evoke in me, not angst, but wonder. When Bill Clinton ran for president, I watched The Man from Hope, a documentary
How the dominoes have fallen. Ever since producer Harvey Weinstein was exposed as a sexual predator, the list of prominent men charged with sexual harassment ha
After spending a month in Catalonia, I returned to California in September even as the referendum took place there. Looking back, I marvel at my naiveté as I s
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 Bl
I saw Monsoon Wedding, the new musical, with a group of Indian women friends recently. We laughed at familiar idiomatic expressions, translated, at times awkwar
I saw Monsoon Wedding, the new musical, with a group of Indian women friends recently. We laughed at familiar idiomatic expressions, translated, at times awkwar
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 f
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 wo
Sitting in his silo in the ‘70s, a military man in charge of launching the nuclear missiles asked a simple question. Were there checks and balances at the hig
In 1953, the United States and the United Kingdom overthrew the democratically elected Iranian Prime Minister Mohammad Mosaddegh, installing in his place the mo
I was at my weekly watercolor class when, across the table, a woman said, “I don’t even know anyone who voted for Trump.” “I do,” I replied. I was
You have gazed at the world from distant shores; you have lived far away from the center of action. You know how it feels to be an outsider, not only because of