He beckons me as I sit sipping my morning coffee watching the world go by from the kitchen window……
Category: Editorials
Basic Onion-Tomato Gravy 101
You know the feeling. It’s raining, lets deep fry something with hot chai or its cold, I want something robust that would fill me up and keep me warm.
To Roast a Chicken…
…. Nope, not gonna see me wring a chicken’s neck and pluck its feathers, no siree. I have to hop in my heated seats, power doors, gas-guzzling much-bigger-than-I-actually-need sports utility vehicle, pick me up some nice, already dead, de-necked, de-feathered
Gender Identity : The X and Y Factor…
If, by some miracle, despite all that, I end up successfully raising them gender-impartial, wouldn’t I, as a parent, still have made the greatest disservice of all to them, by not letting them be who they really are? Him, a boy and her, a girl.
Sansar Padwe che parbe Jovan -The typical festive lunch on Gudi Padwa/yugadi.
I am standing outside of my tiny kitchen, bleary-eyed, wondering why the heck am I up, at an ungodly hour, to cook up traditional parbe jovan (Festival Meal) ? I mean, seriously, why?
American Toddler & Indian Parents -2
Smart Toddlers and Desperate Mothers. There might be blackmail involved.
American Toddler-isms & Indian Parents
This Post was originally published on my now defunct blog Past, Present & Me ON WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 2007 Much as we prefer that the kids speak ‘konkani’ our mother tongue at home, we quite enjoy the American-isms they bring to the conversation. Some of the recent additions to his vocabulary,“It’s Trash” not garbage, not dustbin…
The Working Mom
I cannot think of my childhood being any different if she had been home and I do not and did not ever want it to be any different. I have always been fiercely proud of her,it is her I think of when the word supermom crops up. It is her I strive to be.
Hanuman!
This post was originally published in my now defunct blog Past, Present & Me ON MONDAY, MAY 7, 2007 We spent the weekend moving our stuff to our new apartment. In between the pain of doing so and lamenting the foolishness of hording hazaar stuff when basically living a nomadic life, we came across the DVD…
Sushi, Anyone?
Father : “Puttar, All these “paschatya sanskriti” (western culture) is getting to your head. Raw fish! What next?”
Much-loved son (much confused) : “But Appa, Japan is in the far east.
