Charting euphoria If I must be honest, when I first heard of this concept at a cultural training seminar I was fairly skeptical. The skepticism stood fast since I hardly went through such a curve when I moved to the US from India. And secondly, I strive to be non-average in such a vigorous fashion[…]
In white, she felt just right. It just never gets old. It is always a stupendously wonderful moment where the dealer hands over the keys to your new car without much pomp or vigor. And you grab them in your slightly cold hands with a silent exhale. I count myself fairly lucky to have had[…]
Well, hello there, Inder! (Source: Wikipedia – Indians In Germany) In a country of 80 odd million people, a couple hundred thousand are Americans and a handful forty odd thousand are Indians. I will spare you the elementary math and just tell you that either of these numbers turn out be to a fraction of[…]
An open gate It is remarkably similar how these last few days feel at home. In fact, my India trips have now started to form a discernible pattern. Each trip is surrounded by excessive amounts of love from my parents. My friends through their jaunts express their affection. I eat superbly delicious food every day,[…]
At room temperature The immediate days after I land in India present themselves as days of rapid turmoil and gradual re-adjustment. It begins as soon as the plane lands when for some reason every Indian on the plane is very excited to get off the plane. So much so that they are repeatedly told by[…]
How do I say goodbye to this country? Each time I had asked myself this question earlier, I was certain that I would list my long account of travel and activity statistics in the country. The American firsts, the cars I drove and the ones I owned would surely be the meat of the matter.[…]
The fascination for rap began a long time ago. As television in India started feasting on western content, I was instantaneously exposed to music on the music channels such as MTV and Channel V. And amongst those channels, while my teenage mind wasn’t ogling at Shenaz and other good looking VJ’s, I found myself nodding[…]
My American Appetite My first thanksgiving in this country was miserable. Without much money I stayed in town while I watched my roommates and friends take off for the 4 day break. I expected festivities to be like back home when holidays came around, but instead the walk around town on the day of thanksgiving[…]
Formula India (Source: Motorauthority.com) As far as I recall, my love for formula one started in a middle class living room in the small town of Nashik. It happened at an age when my brother had the size advantage on me and I had yet to learn to talk back to my Parents. So on[…]
United Words of America. (Sorry Alaska and Hawaii) I can vouch for the niceness of the number 8 purely because it is even. I had, however, vouched not to remember this day. It is, after all, an anniversary of some sort. More importantly it is a blatant reminder that time flies much too quickly regardless[…]