Opinion

Memories of a Forbidden Love Story

Memories of a Forbidden Love Story

My aunt passed away recently. She was 88 years old. She was born at a time when India was gestating her freedom from British occupation and Pakistan was not yet a fetus. My aunt arrived into a world of Hitler, Stalin, Tamaka Giichi, Ramsay MacDonald, Kemal Ataturk and...
On The Fence

On The Fence

I suppose the block party last July at the end of our road was a success even though everyone in attendance knew that one family—let’s call them the Chens—treated the front yard of their home as if it were a dumping ground, totally unmindful of how their home was an...
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...
The Pursuit of Happiness This July

The Pursuit of Happiness This July

A nation defines itself through ideas. Every single day, ordinary Americans hurry to work and back, prepare meals and relax, rarely pausing to think about the ideas that they live by. A nation’s birthday is a good time to reflect on that collective national vision...
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...
An Alternate Indian-American

An Alternate Indian-American

A  few weeks ago when I went to my local hair salon I heard complaints about how the Indian-Americans visiting the neighboring grocery store created problems for those using the services of other businesses in the mall. I saw what they meant because I, too, had always...