Masala pasta

“What’s for lunch?” my Mom asked me on Skype.  No doubt, she was wondering why I was chatting with her on a weekend instead of feeding her son-in-law. “Masala pasta”, I said brightly.  My brother V, who was visiting India, grimaced beside her. “How did you make it?” my Mom asked. “Well, I boiled the…

Some suggestions (to NYT, world taekwondo)..

Some suggestions: 1. To the World Taekwondo Federation – could you please change your name? To the World Taekwondo Association, or the International Taekwondo Federation, or basically anything else but the World Taekwondo Federation? 2. To the New York Times – can you get yourself to pause and resist the urge to abbreviate? Or at…

Shoo, shoo! No more shoes for you

She was cleaning out the shoe closet and neatly organizing all the shoes in it.? There were two things that struck her – first, each cubbyhole could hold one pair of her shoes, but only one each of his shoes.? So his shoes were occupying twice the space that hers were.? Second, she also realized…

Learning Indian tradition from the New York Times

How many times have we heard people say things like “This younger generation just does not know Indian tradition.” I just realized they are right.? There is so much I don’t know about Indian traditions.? For instance, I was just reading this New York Times article on how people are photoshopping their vacation and wedding…

It’s a long walk, can I have a pizza first?

Who says turtles aren’t intelligent?? These turtles certainly are. About 60 newly hatched turtles decided to turn around and grab a bite at a beachside Italian restaurant before heading off to sea. Why Italian, you might wonder.? Obviously, they were bored with seafood 😉

Recycling runaway bins

My recycling bin doesn’t like its job.  It is also not afraid to say so. Every week, I put out the recycle bin on the street.  Plastics, cans, card board, paper, all go into this bright blue bin and get picked up by the garbage disposal truck. But my recycling bin keeps running away.  Sometimes…

Of I-day pride and I-days past

Happy Independence Day to all of you! As I sit in a faraway land and sip my Indian tea, I think about past Independence Days of my childhood.? They all dissolve in a blur of hoisting flags, collecting sweets and returning home early from school. My parents’ generation must have actually seen the first Independence…