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In my last post, I mentioned how I never worked 9-5, and how I acquired skills along the way. However, in our homes in the Catholic suburb of Bandra, our parents emphasized what we call soft skills nowadays. Getting the Technical Skills vs Soft Skills I have always believed that life was more than just…
In a couple of days, I will be speaking at a TESOL conference at Towson University. The topic – Building Supportive Spaces for Multilingual Learners. How did I get here? How did I get to speak to professors and educators at a university? I have no formal teaching certificate and yet, I have made a…
Every year at Christmas time, I suffer from major homesickness. It will be almost 30 years since I moved to the United States, but there seems to be no cure for this malady. What I miss the most is the excitement of preparing for the holiday with my family and close friends. I live in…
Bear with me as I take you on a little detour. I am only trying create a backstory to make my point. It is Tuesday morning and I reach for my phone as the alarm goes off. I check my messages and see one text and two voicemails, including a missed FaceTime call from my…
Sandwiched – Torn between kids and parents Back in the eighties everyone in my hometown dreamt and made a dash for the borders. Not because of war, or imminent crises, but because of the promise of a better life. Now, mind you, most of my hometown of Bandra consisted of Catholic or Christian communities. We…
Even as we draw near to Thanksgiving, I face the yearly question I ask myself. What does Thanksgiving mean to me? I feel no particular connection to the Indians or the Pilgrims even though it is very much a part of the history of America. Yet, I am thankful for all that my adopted country,…
India prides itself on hospitality. No matter where you go and for how long, you are offered something to drink and then something to eat. Tea is served regardless of time. Visitors are never sent home thirsty or hungry. Tea is a welcome drink after water. By the way, get used to being served water…
We have all felt the sting of betrayal. We have all experienced the crushing disappointment of being stood up, down, left alone, and let down. If you have not really felt it – you are either thick-skinned. Or you are able to cope. In that case, I envy you. Also, you do not need to…
America is not for the faint-hearted, Desi-Girlfriend! People think everyone coming into America seeks a better lifestyle and better opportunities. I beg to differ — at least in my case. My lifestyle was a hundred times better in India. We had a village of people looking after us. Maybe a few short of Downton Abbey. And,…
Navigating the 3-generation-family relationship As it is, the curse of deciding what to cook and eat every day is on us as the human race. But I tend to look for silver linings and this has a definite silver lining. Ours is a 3-generation-family household. My eighteen-year-old daughter, my 82-year-old mother, and I. We have…
