SARITA SARVATE, Sep 04, 2008 Every four years, I look forward to the Olympics. I love to watch individuals struggling to achieve excellence; I like to see a javelin throw, an equestrian jump. I love to hear the rubber of … Continue reading
Published by: New America Media Editor’s Note: NAM contributor Sarita Sarvate went back to India to take care of her 85-year-old mother, who had suffered a stroke. A week after she returned to California, her mother passed away. Now, Sarvate … Continue reading
Published by New America Media Editor’s Note: After going from California to India to take care of her ailing mother, commentator Sarita Sarvate is confronted by the stark reality of the energy divide between the world’s haves and have-nots. It … Continue reading
SARITA SARVATE, Aug 02, 2008 Cover Story for India Currents From a large, open-air pagoda emanates the deep-throated voice of a Swamiji offering a spiritual discourse. 50 Caucasian disciples draped in lungis are poised atop yoga mats, REI water bottles … Continue reading
SARITA SARVATE, Jun 10, 2008 Amy Tan once said that the moment her feet touch China, she becomes Chinese. When I go to India, I become Indian. Sort of. On my first morning back, I walk out of my childhood … Continue reading
SARITA SARVATE, May 08, 2008 Until recently, I liked Barack Obama more because I liked Hillary Clinton less. When I voted for him in the California Primary, I was still wondering if he was electable. My racial memory told me … Continue reading
Whenever Hillary Clinton touts her “experience,” an imaginary mockumentary plays in my head. In it, I am walking into a high rise building in downtown San Francisco, dressed in a power suit. I have an interview for the position of … Continue reading
In the last 30 years, whenever I went back to India, one of two moods invariably overcame me: a feeling of total relaxation or that of total despair. For the first decade and a half after I arrived on these … Continue reading
Growing up in India, my ambition was to learn French, the language of the intellectuals. It seemed rather a chic thing to do. Marathi translations of Emile Zola had revealed to me a world so fascinating that I wanted to … Continue reading
The word “playwright” has always evoked for me one name: George Bernard Shaw. I discovered Shaw, or GBS as most Brits would call him, in 1975, after borrowing his Collected Works from the British Council Library. I would pull a … Continue reading