I witnessed the slow disintegration of those stupid balls in the hot oil through my blurred-with-tears contact lenses. I paused for a couple of minutes as I mindlessly stared at the small kadai. … Read More Honoring Traditions
Here’s why even though my passport identifies me as an Indian, I am actually, maybe, not one…then again, since when has a mere official document defined anybody completely, right?… Read More Reasons Why I Am An Indian…But Not Really
As a former professor of organizational communication, a feminist, and an unapologetic qualitative scholar, my absolute favorite kind of research involved talking to people about their lives. When I wasn’t immersed in my participants’ life stories or making sense of the 500 pages of data before me in hard copy format, I ruminated over how… Read More Answering my Calling. Serendipitously.
Submitted to an essay competition in September 2016 – This was my first time writing such a personal essay and my first time submitting one to a competition. Of course, I didn’t win but the writing exercise was well worth the effort. Prompt: Most dramatic change I have ever made
Mother’s Day was never a big deal. It was like any other day. The date came and it went. Without so much as a whisper of celebration. Why? Simply because we didn’t know that such a date existed when we were growing up.
When I first saw the cover of Mindy Kaling’s debut book, ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?’ a few years ago, I felt like she had written that book with me in mind. Except, of course, she hadn’t and I could only barely, if even, relate to the contents. It was a good read, nevertheless,… Read More Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me? : The Quest for Meaningful Female Friendships
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Would adding “mom” to your resume or bio hurt your chances on the job market? Are you willing to “risk” it? … Read More Here’s Why You WILL See “Mom” Listed On My Bio
Read Part 1 of my tribute to my grandmother here. I start to write this narrative after we put away the clothes. From the corner of my eye, I see her walk around the kitchen and the bedroom attending to minor chores. Soon, I see her with a broom walking into the living room where I… Read More Tribute – Part II
I sit here trying to read SuperFreakanomics and how the U.S. addressed polio, only half concentrating when she asks if I’d like to listen to the radio. The electricity has been turned off by the City, I am fighting mosquitoes and tell her politely that I’ve got music on my cell phone. She pretends not… Read More A Tribute – Part I