Fair or dark, Indians are still lovely

Sep 21, 2009

by hithapalepu My mother spent most of the summer in India.  Upon picking her up at the airport and receiving a much-needed hug, she exclaims “You’re so dark!” I spent one weekend outdoors the entire summer.  My skin was one, maybe two shades darker.  And after six weeks away, minutes after reuniting with her, I […]

The Evolution of Arranged Marriage

Sep 10, 2009

by hithapalepu. With our parents’ generation, marriage occurred something like this: Parents research, screen, and speak with parents of other single boys and girls until they mutually find suitable candidates for their children. Parents set up introduction. Boy meets girl. Boy talks to girl. Boy and girl decide they like each other. Boy and girl […]

Just Dance

Aug 5, 2009

by hithapalepu. As a child, I wanted nothing more than to don a black leotard, pale pink tights and slippers, wind my long hair in a bun, and plie at a barre with 15 other girls. Instead, I spent my Saturday mornings donning a salwaar kameez, tying bells around my ankles, winding a dhupatta around […]

Doctor, Engineer, Lawyer, or Don’t Bother.

Jul 24, 2009

When I was 3 years old, I told my mother I wanted to be a fashion designer. She told me that I was going to be a doctor.

Dating and the Desi

Jul 20, 2009

As a teenager, as my friends got their first boyfriends and went on their first dates, my mother said only two words in response to those developments: “Focus. Study.”