My perspective with respect to Covid-19

Though the current state of affairs put the globe on pause, this gave me time and opportunity to reflect on many aspects; it has driven me to innovate continuously and revisit my priorities. Covid-19 is indeed new and unfamiliar to everyone, the isolation and separation we now face does not feel amicable to many of us. However, in reality, the world (us) needed a time-out to remember how to appreciate what (world) it had but forgot to experience.

The Evolution of Locations in Bollywood

If any of you have been long-time Bollywood fans like I have been, I am sure you have noticed the evolution of locations in Hindi movies over the last several decades. I started watching movies as a very young kid in the late seventies and eighties and made it a point to catch up on some of the older ones on our Sony Betamax VCR as well. My memories of the fun movies from the 60s are of a dashing Shammi Kapoor going to hilly locales in India like Kashmir, Shimla, Mussoorie and Nainital, where he would woo a young pretty heroine like Saira Banu, Sharmila Tagore or Kalpana, partake in some melodious songs until the interval at which point a Pran or Premnath would make his entry to make things interesting and then all would be well at the end. So Indian “hill stations” were the go-to places back then and this trend continued well into the early eighties.

Guest Column – Gauri Tandon

“...Family is my uncles, my aunts, and my chithis”, as Senator Kamala Harris said in the acceptance speech for her Vice Presidential nomination. Whatever is this “Chithi”? The word, which in Tamil means younger aunt, became viral and reminded me of my own cultural reckoning when my children were younger. “Is it ok if I call Tom’s Mom Pam Aunty?”, my younger one asked about her best friend. Before I could reply, my older one interjected, a little irritated. “Well, you can’t. She isn’t Indian. And by the way Mom, I am not going to call Ruchi Aunty that anymore. It was weird when my teacher asked me if she was your sister or Dad’s, and I said neither.”

Guest Column – Aashna Mihariya

Growing up as a first-generation Indian American can be very tough. From the day that you are born, there are two completely different cultures being hurled at you from every angle. At a very young age, you must understand that most of the children that surround you every day, including your closest friends, do not have the same cultural experiences as you do. As a kid, seeing different people who accentuate different parts of your upbringing at different times can be very confusing and hard to comprehend. Figuring out where you fit in between the two seemingly opposite worlds can feel like an impossible challenge. Growing up with this underlying pressure to find where you fit results in many Indian American kids to feel alienated and alone.