Well, it is. I pretty much learned English five minutes after I learned Bengali, though fluency in the latter came first, and now, some 30 years later, I’m definitely more proficient in the former. Yet, I still use the old chestnut of an excuse; it’s a running joke with me and my friends and coworkers.… Read More “English is my second language!”
Every weekend, I revel in living in a metropolitan area with diverse cable access programming. I watch shows like Namaste America, Showbiz India, and AVS. I devour them like people devour Extra and Access Hollywood and Entertainment Tonight. I get my desi fix. Except this weekend, where I tuned in and got a good half… Read More The Love Guru: Harenmakeester and a bee in my bonnet.
A few days ago, I weighed in on the ongoing drama of romance author Cassie Edwards being revealed as a plagiarist. Now, as it continues to grow and fester, we have an e-mailed letter attributed to Edwards making the rounds. I am so appalled that I have to excerpt it here: The sad thing is… Read More Paging Chief Mantitty, Chief Sitting Bull(shit) would like to see you.
What’s the definition of a “good” desi? There is no denying my South Asian, Indian-American, whatever PC term you want to use, heritage. It’s who I am. You see it on my skin. But since moving to the city three years ago, my extent of “Being Desi” has been ordering Indian food once a week… Read More A, B, C, D… W, T, F: musings of a disconnected desi
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