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Coming to America

statue of libertyI am Mrs.Suhasini Shrikant  Diskalkar. I came to United States thirty years ago. My husband and I visited US as a tourist in 1978. We booked a vacation package from India and came to see America. My younger sister Archana Kulkarni was a well known physician in Montgomery,AL. She and her husband both were doctors and she invited me to visit US. She promised to process our green card if we liked this country. It was a 2 month long excursion trip. We saw  many  states and all the attractions from the East coast to the West. We were amazed by the land of opportunity. We liked America and asked my sister to start the green card process.

Shrikant worked as a Scientist in the government sector. He was posted in Bhavanagar,Gujarat since the time we got married. I was a convent school teacher in "FATIMA CONVENT"  and used to conduct tuition's after school. We had a lovely and respectful life in India. Salil was 8 years old when we left for US. He stayed with my younger sister in Pune while we visited America.

Our green card got processed very easily and quickly at that time. We all decided to finally move to US. It was a difficult decision to leave our family and a well settled life back. There was a fear of how well things would go in a new country. We were welcomed by my sister and her family in Montgomery,AL. It is surprising how we still live in the same town even after all these years. My sister has three daughters. The oldest one, Manju was Salil's age. And the youngest one, Sona was a baby. My sister moved to the US in the 70's and always complained of not having family to help out. As they were physicians, they had to be on call 24/7. So it was nice for them to have us manage all the kids while they were out on duty. We lived together for 2 years. I was worried about how Salil would adapt to the new life style, but he awed us by how soon he got adjusted to the new ways of life. He was very responsible and focused on studies. Manju often helped him with  projects and guided him in magnet school. Those two years were not easy. The US economy was pitiful and to get a job in a city like Montgomery, AL was very tough. I tried to get a teaching job but was faced with a lot of rejections as I did not have a US degree. I was forced to enroll in college to get a degree at middle age. My husband did not like the dependency factor. It is not easy to stay with somebody for 2 years even if it could be your own family. He got a job in Tuskegee University. He stayed away from us on the campus in the beginning as we did not have a car. I did odd jobs to pay for my college tuition. Salil, my darling boy was very responsible and started working from the age of 14. He saw that his parents were struggling to get their foot in this country. He worked very hard  through out his high school and college.Those were some rough days.

After living with my sister for two years, we moved into an apartment. Salil's Dad  moved back from Auburn and we started a fresh life on our own. I received my degree from University of Alabama. I was not very lucky to find a job in Montgomery,AL. So I took a teaching job in Tuskegee in a Private school. I was the home room teacher and taught 6th, 7th and 8th grade kids. I worked in that school for the next twenty odd years. Shrikant's job and my job was in Tuskegee,AL which is about 35 miles one way from Montgomery,AL. So we would drive together every morning and come back together.

There were very few Indian families in Montgomery at that time.We surely missed our family back in India and not to mention the cultural difference. Specially missed the festive season. All Indian families in Montgomery and nearby town would meet often and celebrate Indian festivals. My brother in law, Prakash Rao Kulkarni who was a Neonatologist, decided to meet once every month. He lead the community into buying a church which we then converted into a temple. We all still go to that temple every other Sunday and sing Bhajans and distribute prasad. Then slowly that group became a Temple group, and we started meeting often.Now there are many more Indian families than before. We celebrate every Hindu festival and sometimes call the priest from Birmingham. Well, my sister and her family moved out of Montgomery, AL in 1990. They are settled in Los Angeles,CA now.

I remember how difficult it used to be to get Indian grocery. We had to drive to the bigger cities nearby like Atlanta or Birmingham to get Indian groceries. Montgomery did not have an Indian store for the longest time. We would try to make our dishes with  what we got in Walmart or Winndixie. We never had ready made Chitale gulab Jamun packets then. So we made GulabJamun and Pedhe with dry Milk powder and ricotta cheese. We would alter recipes to accommodate what we found easily available. Coming from Maharashtra, we like Cilantro (Kothimbir) in every dish. But getting cilantro was a task. We used to consume Indian groceries bought from Atlanta or so very scarcely. Watching Indian movies or Marathi dramas was like a treat at that time. POTLUCK, another American tradition was new to us and I would find it funny. But now we socialize every other weekend and have potlucks. American holidays like Halloween,Thanksgiving, Christmas were also new but we love to celebrate all that with a lot of pride now. Teaching in American schools for so long gave me a very good insight into American history. I am proud to say that I know American history just like I know Indian history.

We bought our first house in 1988. We were very excited. Salil was turning in to a young responsible man and helped us at each and every step. His communication skills were excellent and he used to negotiate in a lot of matter  where people did not understand our accents. Tough times were behind and we had started enjoying life in US.

 I remember how we wanted to go back to India in the initial years. We had a comfortable life style in India and we had to think about spending every penny here. Talking about communication with folks back home,we used to write letters, send greetings,or in case of emergencies, use the phone. It was very expensive to talk on phone then. We used to talk with a high pitch as the lines would not be clear. But just to hear the voice of your near and dear ones, would make us ecstatic.One thing was sure though,that life in America was smooth and progressive There was a tinge of unhappiness that was felt. But  nobody showed it except when we met. Folks talked about it and expressed to each other what they were missing!
Things have changed a lot now. If you arrive in big cities, you are not going to miss any of the Indian culture. Internet has been a blessing too.
 
My Dad used to say,"Our children are like little birdies,we cannot cut their wings. Let them fly,soar high." I think that new folks who want to settle in foreign countries should perceive their dreams and progress.Culture and ties come automatically.
 
Everybody has different plans. Some come to stay here long term while some make money and go back to their motherland. Everybody has different perspectives. We should all follow our heart and be happy in what we do.
 

Busy Bee, another blogger of Indya Unlimited, often writes about things we miss from the India we left.

Have never starched a single piece of cloth in my last 10 years in USA. But I remember getting upset at my dhoban if my school uniform dupatta wasn't starched right. Is it because our American attire just doesn't need starch?...Click here to read the article


Nilgiris - Why the Queen of Hills should be on your itinerary

So you have been there, done that - ticked off Ooty in your list of sightseeing places and cribbed about how it has become polluted, noisy and touristy,  rather than a picture perfect , quiet hill station. And then , you have told yourself, after seeing the traffic and the milling crowds, that you are done with the place for now. Well , if thats what you have been thinking, then its time to revisit your decision and the destination. And I will tell you why, but before that , a little bit of flashback .
Nilgiri
Ooty and the Blue Mountains were always on my annual list of holidays ever since I was two years old . Dad being an old Lawrencian would never look at any other hill station besides Ooty (it took me 17 years to visit Kodaikanal) and when I was probably 4 - 5 years old , he even wanted to settle down here . I still remember a quaint wooden house  with a colourful garden blooming with roses, dahlias and gladioli where we stayed briefly . My last family holiday to Ooty was almost 20 years ago when I was finishing school .
finishing school
I had hoped to join my folks last month as my father headed to his alma mater, Lawrence School at Lovedale for the 50th anniversary of his batch, but I had to cancel my plans. However  I had recently visited the Nilgiris and realized that I had rediscovered the hill station all over again. I now understand why my father is rather passionate about it .


1. The Biodiversity . Much has been written about the Nilgiri biosphere , so I am not going to get into a naturalist mode. Just that the forests, the mountains, the lakes , dams  and some of the hidden spots in these regions are reasons enough to get here . I am not just referring to Mudhumalai or Singara or Masinagudi here. While some of the reserve forests may need permissions to enter, you can just drive down the path or just walk around them.  Ive seen some pristine shola forests recently and I have told myself that I must make an annual visit every year, just to discover a new stretch of forest and hidden paths .

2. The birds -  There are so many endemic birds out here and sometimes, just a walk in the Botanical garden in Ooty or the Sims park in Coonoor is enough to sight them . Sometimes the birds will just be sitting on the pathway and or a rock near you .I almost sighted close to 75 species of birds and I wasnt even birding seriously . Some of them were the nilgiri flycatcher, the fan tail, the chestnut headed bee eater, Tickells blue flycatcher, the Eurasian  black bird among several others..


3.The wildlife - So,you are not into birds  , but the wildlife may definitely tempt. I got lost while trying to get to Long wood shola and entered through one of the forest paths which eventually was closed to public.  Barring a few private houses, we were driving through a dense shola forest and then we started walking ramdomly. My driver shuddered on a seeing a snake glide into the shrubbery , while I was trying to get a better look at it.  A little while later, a local walked by , telling me to be careful, as they had spotted a family of tigers here with cubs. In another instance, I was birding in this dense private forest that belonged to a friend beyond Mettupalayam, when we heard such loud grunts of sloth bears that I actually shuddered . The gaurs are everywhere and locals say that these usual shy creatures have become a bit aggressive of late. Elephants in Masinagudi are of course a regular sighting and if you are lucky, there is the Nilgiri tahr.


4. The flowers - So, you are not into birds or the beasts.  But you just cannot ignore the flowers here . Almost everywhere you see them bloom . the colours are so vivid that you can just get lost into them..There are so many parks and gardens here that you can easily get lost here.

5. The quaint hill stations - Forget Ooty , just go beyond it and see some quaint hill station. Some of the popular ones are Kotagiri and Coonoor,but there are many quaint ones that lure you as well

6.The mountain railway. - As a kid, the toy train was a great favourite of mine and even today, I would love to explore Nilgiris by rail . It might be a full day affair , but its well worth the slow and long journey . I was in Lovedale station , where I  saw the locals painting the board - the pride they took in their little station is a strong contrast to the way we treat our own stations in the city


7.The culture  - Colonialism is almost everywhere - in the clubs, churches, bungalows, homestays, plantations, railways, the schools  - the British have left their legacy behind .Its ok to have a bit of a colonial hangover here
Just look at this beautiful pipe organ in an old church in Coonoor - it still plays by the way



8.The Tribal culture - Nilgiris is home to several tribes, including the Todas .  The Toda mund for instance in the Ooty Botanical garden  is a must visit to understand their lifestyle,  beliefs and even to buy a few of their famous embroidered shawls



9.The little chai stops on the mountain roads - There is tea everywhere . Yes, its sad that forests have given way to tea plantations , but some of these plantations are centuries old and are handed down by the British . there was coffee here as well at one time  , but now its usually tea plantations that have carpeted the slopes of the hills ..Sometimes you see meadows as well and wish you could just roll on them  . So, if you are tired and need to refresh yourself, just stop and drink a hot cup of tea and buy some eucalyptus oil for your aching limbs
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10. Home made chocolates - Now, this is something that I will never leave Ooty without ..who wouldnt ?

Bharathiyar Illam - Subramanya Bharathi’s House & Legacy in Chennai

Subramanya Bharathi was a renowned Tamil poet, reformer and freedom fighter during the pre-independence era. He is called Mahakavi, meaning, ‘Great Poet’ in Tamil. His name is counted amongst the most celebrated bards of the country. He was an expert in both prose and poetry and enticed the masses to join the great Indian struggle for Independence with his powerful speeches. His contemporaries included the likes of Mahatma Gandhi, Bal Gangadhar Tilak, Sri Aurobindo and V.V.S. Aiyar.  

Mahakavi Subramanya Bharathiyar was fluent in many languages including Tamil, Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, and English. He often referred to Tamil as 'Tamil Thai ' (Mother Tamil). He started his career in journalism by joining as assistant editor of a Tamil daily 'Swadeshamitran' in 1904. Soon thereafter, he became the editor of a Tamil weekly 'India' and another newspaper 'Bala Bharatham' in 1907.

He was born to Chinnasami Subramanya Iyer and Lakshmi Ammaal as "Subbayya" on December 11, 1882 in Ettayapuram. He was skilled enough to write verse even at the early age of seven. Bharathi lost his mother at the age of 5 and his father at the age of 16. He was brought up by his strict disciplinarian father who wanted him to learn English, excel in arithmetic, become an engineer and lead a comfortable life. However, Bharathi was given to day dreaming and could not concentrate on his studies. In 1897, 14 year old Bharathi, married his seven year younger cousin, Chellamal.

The last years of Bharathi’s life were spent in a house in Triplicane, Chennai. This house was bought and renovated by the Government of Tamil Nadu in 1993 and named 'Bharathiyar Illam’. It was opened to public as a museum on October 2, 1993. The museum is open from 09:00-12:30 hrs and 14:00-17:45 hrs on all days except Mondays.  It is a must see tourist spot when visiting Chennai.

The house takes us back to the life and times of Mahakavi Bharathi. Photographs of Bharathiyar and his family and friends are displayed here. Also his hand written verses are framed and displayed. They give us a wonderful glimpse of his powerful writing. In a letter to his brother, we can see his affection where he advices his brother to take oil bath and to use scarfs in cold climate. A letter to his friend Nellaiappar and a letter from Mahatma Gandhi to mark the occasion of the opening of Bharathiyar Mani Mandapam in Ettayapuram in 1947 are also displayed. Bharathi was struck by an elephant at the Parthasarathy temple, Triplicane, Chennai. He used to feed this elephant regularly. Although he survived this accident, a few months later his health deteriorated and he died on September 11, 1921.

A Buddhist Tale

BuddhaBuddha was/is an epitome of silence. His silence was said to be more powerful than his words. Here's another of my fav stories from Buddhist folklore. The incident happened at that time when Buddha became very popular among people for his powerful presence and his ability to make people meditate. In the time of the Buddha, there was a rich businessman whose wife and children were ardent Buddhists. The businessman hated the Buddha for drawing his family away from materialism.

One day, as usual, when Buddhists had assembled to meditate in the presence of the Buddha, the businessman arrived to teach the Buddha a lesson. He walked up to the Buddha in full public view and abused him. Buddha remained calm and composed, this angered the businessman even more. He increased his volley of words and to the shock of everyone present, spat at the Buddha in his face. Buddha still did not react, but remained smiling. The businessman, unable to bear Buddha's calm and composure, left the scene.

That night, the businessman was filled with remorse. He realized that there was indeed something great about the Buddha's presence, his acceptance and his composure. The next morning, he decided to ask the Buddha for forgiveness. When he went to the
Buddha this time, he was received with great love and respect. The businessman was shocked. There was no sign of anger. He asked the Buddha to forgive him, Buddha smiled and told the businessman that the person that abused him the previous day is different from the person that he is today. So, in reality, there is no one to be forgiven.
This struck a chord in the businessman who became an ardent Buddhist later.

For me, the message here is that we are all changing everyday. If someone has not been good at some point of time, its foolish to brand them that way. Likewise, those who have been good at sometime might turn out differently another time. Its best to accept this fact when we are dealing with people, so our relationships remain healthy.

SAMOSA

samosaIngredients (Makes: 20 pieces)
For Cover
1 cup: Plain flour (maida)
2 tbsp: Warm oil
Salt to taste
Water to knead dough

For Filling
2 large: Potatoes (boiled, peeled, mashed)
1 : grated carrot
1/2 cup: Onion finely chopped
1/2 tsp: Ginger crushed
1/2 tsp: Garlic crushed
2-3: Green chillies crushed
1 tbsp: Coriander finely chopped
1/2 tsp: Lemon juice
1/2 tsp: Turmeric powder
1/2 tsp: Garam masala
 1 tsp: Red chilli powder
Salt to taste
Oil to deep fry

Method
For Dough
 
Add oil, salt and little water to the flour. Mix well .Add more water and knead into soft  dough. Cover with moist cloth, keep aside for 20 -30 minutes. 

For Filling
Heat 3 tbsp. oil, add ginger, green chilli, garlic,   Stir fry for a minute, add onion, saute till light brown. Add   lemon, turmeric, salt, red chilli, garam masala.
Stir fry for 2 minutes, add potatoes ,carrots. Add chopped coriander leaves. Stir further 2 minutes.  Keep aside.

 Make a thin  round with some dough. Cut into two halves. Run a moist finger along diameter. Join and press together to make a cone. Place a tbsp of filling in the cone and seal third side as above.   Put in hot oil, deep fry on low to medium till light brown. Drain on  kitchen paper. Serve hot with coriander  chutney  or tomato sauce.

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