Category Archives: Growing up global

Brothers and Sisters

I was watching a rerun of New Girl on TV and there was a scene where one of the characters, Schmidt, thinks he may be becoming a father and he and his friend, Nick, are freaking out. Nick: I’m not ready … Continue reading

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People that know the ‘old’ you

I spent this weekend with people that have known me from 30 years and earlier, if not more. My maternal aunt, who has known me since I was born, and took care of me every summer (I have written about … Continue reading

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Why Indians don’t say “sorry”

Indians, generally speaking, don’t say “sorry”. If we’re late, we are nonchalant and breezy about it. If we don’t do something we were supposed to do, we talk about unrelated things that we have done, as irrelevant as they may … Continue reading

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Thank you, Starbucks

“Ni hao!” The barista called out, as I stepped into a Starbucks cafe in downtown Shanghai. “Ni hao!” He said again. I looked up and realised he was talking to me. A 20-something chap with a cherubic face and trendy eyeglasses … Continue reading

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Getting closer to nirvana

It was my birthday over the weekend, and despite having done it 41 times, and despite knowing that every other person on the planet has one too, it continues to feel like the most important day of the year, one … Continue reading

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Disappointment is for the birds

The bird’s call rang out in the late afternoon sky. Hoo-ou-ou, hoo-ou-ou. The air swelled with anticipation. It trilled again. Hoo-ou-ou, hoo-ou-ou. The sweet question evaporated into the vastness. Who was the bird calling out to? It certainly seemed like … Continue reading

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Journey to an ancestral home, part 2

Mornings were magical in Mudgal. It’s true, the sun rises everywhere and we all see the wonder of daybreak from wherever we are. But, in Mudgal, dawn was special. I threw the rough, fibrous blanket off me, rubbing my cheeks … Continue reading

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