The vegetable vendor is one of the many un-American experiences when visiting with the parents in the old country. Pushing his cart, he bellows the names of the vegetables he has to sell. He is so loud that sometimes I can hear him over the phone if I happen to call my parents at the time he is hawking his goods
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He brought the hand-held mirror towards me. Even before he could raise it, I told him "it's ok. I'm sure it is fine.""Are you sure?" he asked with a smile."Am positive. Haven't had any reason to complain thus far" I replied.He put the mirror down on the counter. I
Consider the following:In 2010, transport accidents in the U.S. accounted for 38,000 deaths, with more than two-thirds of these fatalities occurring among men.Not merely in 2010, but every year we could expect more than 30,000 to die from transport accidents. Every year, we can expect m
One of the best lines ever from the political theatre that I have had the pleasure of watching after moving to the country was the one delivered by Ann Richards, when I was just about getting acquainted with the actors and their affiliations, by which I mean politicians and their parties:Poor George, ... h
It is not an every day happening when the New York Review of Books features a piece by an author with an Indian name. And that too a South Indian name. And, a Tamil name at that.
When we were kids, more often than not, the typical breakfast at home was idli or dosai. One day, my brother, who was perhaps seven or eight at that time, stuck a hand-written note on the kitchen wall to voice his protest. The note read: "இட்லி தோசை ஒழிக" (No more idli, dos
In a hallway, in the building where my office is, are two shiny display shelves with books authored by faculty. This takes intellectual onanism and narcissism to new heights (lows?). After all, it is not even at a place that has high visitor traffic to impress them with "research"--heck, it doesn't even have hig
Way back in high school, in one of Harold Robbins' many potboilers that I read, the plot involved a young man who was f*ing around with a young woman and her mother too. Yes, I read Dickens and Dostoevsky and also Robbins and Chase (James Hadley) and others; go figure!A couple of years after that, so
It was a good thing that I was already lying down when I read this in the Economist:This special report will argue that the digital revoluti
There are a gazillion bozos like me who idle away our time. And then there are the likes of Atul Gawande.I am not a Gawande fan because he is an Indian-American. That helps, of course. I love his essays in the New Yorker. Now, I am not a fan just because of his essays in the
A couple of years ago, in contrast to my self-imposed censorship when visiting with friends and relatives in India, I accidentally let slip into a conversation some of my thoughts on religion, temples, and history. The self-censorship is because I have long felt that I had very little emotional investment in the old
Way back, when I had hair on my head, and when it was black, and when my beard had nothing but a few strands of grey, there were quite a bit of discussions on the Slow Food movement. Ok, quite a bit is an exaggeration because nobody in the real world that I interacted with had any freaking notion of the movement itsel
After all my schooling that was focused on science and technology, I joined graduate school in the US to study the social sciences. While the university had a number of graduate students from India, most of them, perhaps an overwhelming majority of them, were across the campus in the engineering buildings.
The older I get, the more I realize the truth in Albert Einstein's observation about Gandhi:Generations to come, it may well be, will scarce believe that such a man as this one ever in flesh and blood walked upon this Earth.What a wonderful, and powerful, homage that is!To think th
When I read the news that there would be a big event at Madison Square Garden where India's prime minister, Narendra Modi, would speak, I was reminded of Barack Obama in Germany when he was the presidential candidate. Remember that?
An email to faculty, from a "comrade," opened with:Colleagues: Please help raise the critical consciousness of students and others by recommending two outstanding books: 1) Donald Barlett, James Steele, The Betrayal of the American Dream; 2) Naomi Klein, This Changes
I am addicted to reading and thinking. Which is why even as I was getting ready for a full day of meetings and talks, I had to create a "me time" early in the morning, before the activities began, when I could read.One of the essays I read was Steven Pinker's "
"Hi ma, I wanted to wish you a happy new year. Call me when you get this message. I am waiting for the plane--there is a delay."It was hard to ignore this when it came from right behind me in the lounge.I guessed it was the Rosh Hashanah greeting.Happy new year, indeed.W
"It is good to be working with you after a long time" she said. "I haven't even seen you for quite a while."With a nod and a smile, I said, "hey, when people yell at me to shut up, I figured I would
The mortal that I am, I have worries in plenty. It is difficult to put into practice the wonderful words of wisdom from the old country of centuries past:शोकस्थानसहस्राणि दुःखस्थानशतानि च ।दिवसे दिवसे
Four weeks ago, a friend "challenged" me with his ALS "ice bucket" video and I couldn't be bothered with that challenge. As I wrote then,How would I justify contributing to ALS as a higher
Answer: Divestment.As in fossil-fuels divestment.This becomes yet another post on energy issues within the past few days, with the theme of Energiewende. As much as I am in favor of consciously moving in the direction that is away from carbon, I get ticked off at the irresponsible an
This is an awful time to blog about this topic, one might think. I could even be accused of being insanely awful and insensitive: It has been only days since the friend's father passed away, and the treatment protocol for my mother's fracture after her fall is yet to be sorted out and, yet, I blog about this?
After a record-breaking number of 90-plus degree highs on summer days, the temperature is beginning to cool down. No surprise, therefore, that while filling gas on my way to campus, the small talk at t
The morning began with the sun rays gleaming in an odd yellowish hue. A smoky day that would ruin my walk.I hoped that the air would clear up, but it got worse. Mid-afternoon, when I stepped out to get the mail, I yelled out to the neighbor across the street who was out on the porch: "stop smoking. I
What if globally we are at, or at least close to, that worst point along the environmental Kuznets Curve, and things could only get better from now on?
I have never been to Scotland, and I doubt I will ever get there. Despite all my longing for travel to far off places that have their own long and rich histories, that part of the world has never fascinated me enough to day dream about a Scottish las
One of the many practical issues that a global village idiot like me has to deal with as we move away from the cultures and traditions in which we were raised is this: from reading a name, how do we know whether it is male or female?I laugh now thinking about the months and years when I continued to be fresh-off
The Onion made fun of bloggers like me:‘I Let Everyone Down’: A Blogger Apologizes For Not Posting In A While http://t.co/xbuowr9ylQ