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I spent this past weekend at my cousin’s beautiful, four-day Indian wedding in sunny southern California. People who know me have probably realized that I’m sort of obsessed with my family. Well, I’m probably more than sort of. So, I was anxious for the weekend and it definitely didn’t disappoint.
I went into this week planning to write about something other than basketball, even with our upcoming trip to the Final Four. I even came with some half-viable topics. However the celebrations that followed our 66-52 win this Sunday over Gonzaga somehow led me to more than a few beers then to the ESPN documentary, “I Hate Christian Laettner.”
The NCAA tournament is slowly upon us and it seems like everyone is hosting their own bracket competition. In my three years at Duke, no one has played with my heartstrings or stressed me out more than Duke basketball. My friends are still deciding if our bracket loser should be forced to sign up and take the SATs or take a two-hour shower—we are a creative bunch…
A few months ago, I spent a weekend in Paris while abroad in Europe for the semester and figured it might be good to do some research on the city before my trip. I’m sure you could imagine my excitement after finding "Rugrats in Paris" on some totally legal websites online.
I applied under Duke’s Early Decision program like 38% of my class. Apparently there was something that seemed pretty cool about this “gothic wonderland,” but to be honest I had no idea what I was getting into. My perception of Duke was shaped by a couple visits to the university and a total of three hours actually spent on campus where we didn’t even see the campus I would spend my first year on.
A couple of months ago, someone asked me, “Do you find the idea of “gay” kissing weird?” I answered with a resounding, “yes,” without even having to think too much into it, which was weird considering I have experienced my fair share of “gay” kissing…
Barcelona, please take me back. Real life isn’t nearly as exciting. I’ve been back at Duke for less than a month and I’ve hit a wall of reality, especially when it comes to finding an internship for next summer. I’m looking mostly in sectors such as consulting and finance. Super original, right?
Going abroad has been one the best decisions I have ever made. In fact, it comes right up along with my decision to come to Duke and making that crucial switch from boxers to boxer-briefs.
On a recent Saturday night, I decided I just wanted to stay in. I didn’t have work piling up, I wasn’t too stressed out about anything and I wasn’t even all that tired, but I just didn’t have the urge to go out. So, I sat in my room, put on the next episode of “New Girl” and cuddled up with my body pillow. I figured I could use a night with myself.
I have always been keenly aware of middle child status. The running joke was that I didn’t look like anyone else in the family, so I must have been adopted or dropped off at our front step. For the record, this was probably just as likely as my other theory— that I was conceived by the Holy Spirit. I mean, that’s what Indian parents have been doing for centuries and, with a population of over 1 billion, it seems to be an efficient strategy.
Dear Mom,
Being an Olympian means representing your nation to the world. It means reaching the pinnacle of the sport and is a testament to an athlete’s dedication, talent and hard work. It’s both an honor and a responsibility, but there’s a lot more to it than one might think.
We have many phases in our lives, each one leaving its unique imprint on our character and the future decisions we make. I’m not talking about toddler-, teenager- or young adult-type phases. I’m talking Justin Timberlake fan girl- to emo, badass eighth-grader-type phases (you know who you are).
We were all sitting around the TV—the unofficial “watering hole” in most American households—when one of my aunts decided to bring up the topic of marriage. Apparently, she thought it was as good a time as any to remind my eldest cousin, who was currently is his mid-20s, how he has continued to put off the prospect of finding himself a “nice Indian” wife.
While spending a few days in central Florida with some friends, we decided to make a day trip to “The Happiest Place on Earth,” a title Disney can finally say with confidence, now that they have finally lifted their 41-year ban on alcohol in the Magic Kingdom.
