Take Divali to School in a Jiffy

A happy belated Divali, Dhanteras, Kali Chaudas, Bestu Varas, and Bhai Beej to you all!  I hope that you all enjoyed the holiday with your families.

I absolutely love Divali time because it brings back fond memories of my parents’ Divali poojas and parties.  The friends, family, food, and the warm glow of the divas were all magical.

Did you ever create rangolis like this?  Did you make one this year? 

 

As Indian American Toddler gets older, I want to share these special holidays with him too.  But with work and other obligations, I can’t go the full 9 yards like my parents did.

One easy way I found to celebrate Divali was to share activities and food with Indian American Toddler’s daycare class.

I know, I know, you’re thinking, “I barely have time to get through the normal workweek, let alone plan a big shindig for my kid’s class.”

But folks, this is easy peasy.  I promise.

STEP 1: Google “Divali pictures to color.”

STEP 2: Pick a picture, and underneath write a sentence or two about the significance of Divali.

Diwali activities for kids  by our kids  HAVE A HAPPY DIWALI

Here is the picture I used.

STEP 3: Print copies for the class or have the teacher make copies at school.  The kids can color the picture with crayons or markers.

STEP 4: Buy freeze dried mangos at Trader Joe’s.  Nut-free, prepackaged, no sugar added.  All the moms will love you.  They taste like candy so the kids will love you too.

Trader Joe's Freeze Dried Mango Unsweetened & Unsulfured 1.7oz

The freeze dried mango packets look like this.

STEP 5:  Play your air guitar.  You’re a rock star mom who just threw together a Divali celebration.

Now you may be thinking, “But Divali’s already passed.  Isn’t it too late to do this?”  Nope.  Unlike Christmas and Thanksgiving, most people don’t know the actual date of Divali, so it won’t seem untimely even if you celebrate it after the fact.  So what are you waiting for?  Plan your celebration today.

How did you celebrate Divali?  Can you share any tips with us other moms on how to pull together a celebration?

 

Can Your Big Fat Desi Family Save Your Kid From Bullies?

When you were growing up, did you ever feel embarrassed that your big, fat Desi family went with you everywhere?
 
You’d see other kids being picked up by just mom or just dad, but you’d be picked up by a van full of relatives, most of them wearing saris or other Desi clothes.  Or at a school play, everyone else would have one or two seats for their family, and you’d have two full rows of family jabbering away in Gujarati and sharing theplas during intermission.

Did you ever get picked on for this?  Did people ask you, “Who are all those people?” or “Why do you have so many people in your family?”

If you were bullied like I was, even if you were proud of your culture, you did everything you could to hide the things that could make you a target of bullying. 

So it may surprise you that big, fat Desi families can actually be a defense against bullies.

Check out this story from multimillionaire Gurbaksh Chahal — turns out he was bullied too, but his grandmother helped him through it.  He describes bullies knocking his turban off his head as early as age 5 (I hate that bullies start so young).  Over time, the bullies got even rougher.  In high school, he channeled his energy into building his company, which he sold for $40 million at the age of 16.  One thing that always helped him was his grandmother encouraging him and telling him he was a good person.

Another friend of mine, also a bully victim, said that when other kids told her how much they hated her, she’d think of how much her grandparents and parents loved her.  That thought helped her fight the cruel words of her peers.

Even when I was a bully victim, I’d look forward to going home at the end of the day, knowing that I’d be surrounded by people who loved me.  We weren’t a perfect family, but we loved each other.  I remember one particular pep talk I had to give myself when I returned to school after a long weekend.  I’d spent it with family and friends, and I remember telling myself it would be hard to leave that cocoon of love to go back into the world of bullies at school.  And it was.

Being surrounded by love in Desi extended families insulates kids against the cruelty of bullies.  When we’re faced with hard times, we remember the affection of grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, and our burdens are lightened somewhat.


A lot of times I talk about Desi attitudes that limit us, but this is one of the many, many positive contributions that Desi culture makes to our lives. 






How did your Desi family affect your life?  Did you go through anything similar?



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Dharun Ravi Convicted, and I’m Conflicted

I remember when the story of Tyler’s Clementi’s suicide broke.  I was heartbroken that a young person had committed suicide after being bullied.  

Learning that a kid is being bullied makes me hurt inside. 

I was bullied throughout grade school and junior high school.  For 7 years, I didn’t have a single friend at school.  I’d had a Coke poured over my head, had an orange pushed onto my back, had spent most recesses alone, and had been called countless names (one which is still so painful to recall that I can’t share it with Indian American Dad, though he’s asked).  In science class, I’d hope for assigned lab partners so I didn’t have to deal with the humiliation of watching everyone else desperately pair up so they wouldn’t have to be my partner.

I didn’t tell my parents about any of the bullying.  I was ashamed because I thought it meant that was something wrong with me.  And I couldn’t let my parents know that.

So my heart aches for all the kids out there who are bullied.  I know how painful it is. 

But every day, when I was picked up from school, I could leave that awful world behind.  

It must be even worse for bullied kids today.  When they go home, their Facebook and Twitter accounts might let fresh pain in, every time they hit refresh.


When I read about Tyler’s suicide, I also thought, “Those horrible bullies. I can’t believe they would do that to someone.”  

Then I learned that one of the bullies was Indian.

Last Friday, a jury convicted 20 year old Dharun Ravi, an Indian man, of a hate crime in connection with Tyler’s suicide.  Tyler committed suicide shortly after he learned that Dharun had used a webcam to record him being intimate with another man; Dharun had also invited friends to watch.  Dharun texted Tyler to apologize, but at that point, Tyler was already jumping off a bridge.  Now Dharun faces up to a 10 year prison sentence and possible deportation.  Here’s a link to a New York Times story on the trial.

When you’re a parent and you hear about something bad happening to a young person, you immediately hope that nothing like that ever happens to your kid.  The weird thing about this case is that I feel that way both about the victim and the convicted criminal.  Tyler was a young man at a very sensitive point in his life — away from home and exploring same-sex relationships as an adult.  Dharun was a kid who did something cruel that caused unintended consequences. 

It’s strange for me to identify with a convicted criminal.  But when he’s Indian, I don’t know how I could not.  You know the kinship of Indians.  Even when we don’t know each other, we’re always connected. It’s the nod at the Indian couple you see at the grocery store.  It’s the searching for Indian names on a magazine masthead.  It’s feels like we have 2 degrees of separation rather than the usual 6.  Someone you meet is always someone else’s neighbor from India or cousin’s college roommate or family friend’s raas team member.  Plus, remember how I said I always get excited when I learn someone important could possibly be Desi?  That’s the Desi kinship too.

I hope Indian American Toddler never does anything like what Dharun did. Indian American Dad and I teach him to love and respect others and will continue to do so.  But he won’t always do the right thing.  And as he gets older, we won’t be able to control all of his influences.  Who among us has not been troubled by the homophobia around us?  We’ve all heard, “That’s so gay!” to describe anything lame.  We’ve seen disapproving looks when boys play with dolls (not that that says anything about a kid’s sexuality).  Heck, many politicians essentially run on a platform of homophobia!

And unfortunately, we live in an age of hyper-media-connected cruelty.  It strikes me that Dharun’s actions were fed by it.  Unlike us, and probably unlike most of the jurors, Dharun grew up with social media.  I didn’t even get a Facebook account until my late 20s and only joined Twitter this year.  I’m sure many of you were similarly mature when you began to use social media.  So our judgment about what is appropriate to post and the consequences of a post is different than Dharun’s generation and will be even more different than Indian American Toddler’s generation.

Even with our mature judgment, today, in a moment of anger, we can say something mean about someone else to thousands and even millions of people.  Just touch “publish,” “tweet,” or “post.”

I stopped reading a popular law blog, Above the Law because some of the stories and most of the commenters were so mean. They’d lambast lower-ranked law schools.  They’d post profiles of attorneys and law students and completely destroy them (incidentally, many of the targets were women who dared be too sexual in their outside-of-the-law lives).  And do you remember a day when people weren’t talking about some mean celebrity tweet?  Just this weekend I heard about Rihanna’s Twitter war with Chris Brown’s new girlfriend — Rihanna put a pair of sunglasses and gold hoop earrings on a rice cake, apparently referring to the new girlfriend’s Asian heritage.  Who does that?  Someone who gets paid exponentially more and has more publicity than a diversity educator who is actually making a positive difference in the world. 

Now what Dharun did went beyond just bigoted tweets.  And I’m not condoning Dharun’s actions.  He did something cruel, violated Tyler’s privacy, and probably wouldn’t have done these things if Tyler were straight.  Still, it would be a tragedy if this young guy rotted away in jail for 10 years and/or was deported.  Why not turn this into a teachable moment.  Certainly he should be punished, but he should also be out there, helping to spread the message of tolerance with the younger generation of tweeters and web cam users.

I really wish someone could have gotten to Tyler before it was too late.  I really wish someone could have talked to Dharun before he went too far.  And I hope that as parents today, we can support our kids and teach them how to treat one another so that it never happens again.

How did you feel when you learned the verdict in the Ravi case?

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Indian-Inspired Lunchbox Ideas

It’s Sunday night, and I’ve prepared all of I Am Baby’s clothes for daycare this week. I’ve lined up his bottles to be filled in the morning.  But I haven’t gotten my clothes ready like I promised myself I would and haven’t packed my lunch either. And so begins the weekday grind.

Every time I don’t pack a lunch from home, I hear my mom’s voice and feel a twinge of guilt.  Like many of your moms, my mom had a staunch, “bring your lunch from home unless you have planned to eat out” policy.  In other words, don’t eat out because you haven’t made time to pack a lunch.  Though the policy has annoyed me many-a-time throughout the years, I have to admit that she’s right.  Packing your lunches from home is both budget-friendly and healthy. 

Now that I’m on my own, I’m often stumped as to what I should pack in my lunch.  Lucky for me, I Am Baby’s lunch is still eating the same thing for “lunch” every day – expressed breastmilk and some formula.  But one day soon, I’ll have to pack his lunches, and my “what to pack for lunch” conundrum will be even worse.  When the time comes, though, I’ll have some help from a fellow Indian American mom, Shefaly Ravula of Shef’s Kitchen (BTW, I don’t know her personally but came across her blog when I was googling something and had to share). 

So here are some of Shef’s lunchbox ideas (bonus: most of them are vegetarian!):

Lunchbox Ideas for the Modern Day Indian American Mom – Though these are geared towards a child’s lunchbox, I’d be happy eating most of the items.  Why not make a double batch and make your child’s and your own lunch in one shot?

Indian American Tea Sandwiches – If you’re like me and love eating sandwiches for lunch, these will give you a break from the same old PB & J.

Do you have any lunch ideas to share?  Do you have a system for preparing everyone’s lunches?  Do share in the comments section.

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