The Indian American Life

The necessity of spooning hard

The necessity of spooning hard

One of my many mementos is a note in my grandfather's handwriting. “There is no problem that doesn't get resolved in the bedroom,” it says, when translated from Telugu in which it is written. I had found it inside an envelope of cash that held 10,001 rupees that was...

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The Nobel Prize

The Nobel Prize

In Literature for 2044 ~ Acceptance Speech I wrote this essay when I was in my 30’s. This is as much I can reveal about my age as a woman’s vanity will permit. Writing generates the excesses of emotions that sustain life. Writing unifies. And to write better, I learnt...

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The Indian American Mom’s Weekly Review – Thursday

  Starring: Dad, mom (me), nanamma (dad’s mom), Boys – 12 year old Ky and 8 year old Moksh. * Continued from Wednesday Thursday I copy hand written notes of a book called Belle Cora onto the computer wondering all the while if I will ever read these notes again. But I...

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The Indian American Mom’s Weekly Review – Wednesday

  Starring: Dad, mom (me), nanamma (dad’s mom), Boys – 12 year old Ky and 8 year old Moksh. * Continued from Tuesday Wednesday I wake up with my hair flying off in the wind and to a screeching sound of brakes before we hit a wall. Two of my friends and I are driving...

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The Indian American Mom’s Weekly Review – Tuesday

  Starring: Dad, mom (me), nanamma (dad's mom), Boys - 12 year old Ky and 8 year old Moksh. * Continued from Monday Tuesday I wake up Ky at 7am and he complains that his nada (a rope that's used to hold a petticoat up underneath a saree) has come off. Every night he...

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The Indian American Mom’s Weekly Review – Monday

  Starring: Dad, mom (me), nanamma (dad's mom), Boys - 12 year old Ky and 8 year old Moksh. * Monday * Morning, I kill a cockroach in the sauna at the gym appropriately named, “Crunch”. A Swami (Hindu learned man) is visiting our temple this week in the evenings to...

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On how it feels to have a daughter

On how it feels to have a daughter

To sit, sip, dream, laugh, read and muse. The world must be in order for her to do that. Everyone has a magic spot and she is mine. This little girl who has a nose for the roses and an eye for wonder. The one that has taught me to soak in a little of the earth element...

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Why I fell off the workforce treadmill

Why I fell off the workforce treadmill

  In a 2014 Gallup poll, more than 2/3rds of adults said they were not engaged at work, or were actively disengaged. Worldwide only 13% of adults call themselves engaged at work. One evening this January, while pondering my decision to quit the workforce, I had...

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When the Indian-American mom goes to Dirty Sixth

When the Indian-American mom goes to Dirty Sixth

As I walked past The Velveeta Room, I saw the chalk board at the entrance with the words, Stand-up comedy night, showing at 11pm. I asked the old white guy, possibly a biker dude by day, who was cutting tickets standing at the entrance if I could take a quick peek in....

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The Emigrant’s Anthem

The Emigrant’s Anthem

I Pursuing dreams, First steps Beckoning opportunities, Across oceans Proud sacrifices, Glistening eyes   II Anxious freedom, Fertile memories Loyal sentiments, Burning dedication Liberating happiness, Humbled notions   III Defending values, Honoring liberty Blood...

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At home, in America

At home, in America

Cold weather pronounces thoughts of my home. I want home to be my one breathtaking world. After all, most times, I am confident enough to navigate around with my eyes shut. It's my library, my hospital, my school, my bakery and mostly my therapist. This is where...

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The Indian-American mom with a Pizza predicament

On any given Friday night you will see me putting my van into gear, family in tow, first stopping at the video store, then at the pizza place and finally making a "drive through" stop at the package (please read liquor) store. After getting home, we gather on our...

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Innocence is bliss

Innocence is bliss

  Our first one has the funniest disposition of all the kids I know.. OK, well, I might be saying this because he is my own.. :) He keeps getting bribed for doing all the things that he is supposed to do anyway! Like brushing his teeth, going to potty, eating his...

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