I have left Michigan three times now. First, right after graduate school, I left for my first job in Erie, Pennsylvania. I came back in a year. The next time, I left due to my second job to go to Germany. That time, it took four years to come back. More importantly, I came back[…]
Sometime in 2022, Covid became post covid. We went from normal to the new normal to what now feels like the new unnormal to me. Everything is different, in a meh way. It began with me becoming monumentally old and celebrating that by taking care of a fevered toddler on new year’s eve. I had[…]
Between an end a new beginning , lies a story. The story starts with the change, is about the change and ends with a change. And no matter, how you look at this story of mine, it is a significant one. Yet, I almost hesitate to write about it. It deserves a fitting blog full[…]
Home, Work, Office, Day-care, Fort, Refuge, Restaurant, Park, Prison, Camp, the great Outdoors After being in Germany for a while, Western European parenthood seemed quite well thought out. The mother could be with her child up to a year and the father was allowed to take 3 months off as per his liking, within the[…]
Flag and four wheels BOM – Mumbai Airport – 15th August 2003 Chicago, Not Detroit Metro Airport University of Michigan A fleeting charmed existence Erie, Pennsylvania and Pseudo depression Ann Arbor, Michigan Part 2 Winter testing First new car followed by the Lotus Elise Change Scene – Germany A glorious existence Life partner found United States of America,[…]
coagulate vs collage I am dusting the cobwebs off this blog. In August I was waxing eloquent about my car’s anniversary, on a relative high. Thereafter I have struggled to come to this blog with any kind of desire. I wish lethargy was the straightforward reason for my lack of writing. But between the hours[…]
Wishful thinking? Delhi destroyed me. The winter temperatures were considerably milder than Michigan yet I got the chills inside the house. The floors were permanently frozen and the cold air clung to my lungs. In the afternoons, the sun would attempt to warm up things but that did not help indoors. When I was outdoors, I[…]
It is ironic that a healthy democracy can allow it’s own termination and bring closet fascism to power. I am heartbroken. I am mad. I am hurt and I am sad. But I am no longer in denial about what her people truly want. It is an disillusionment of the highest proportions. A country I had vehemently[…]