With raging debates on Terri Schavio in blogosphere and elsewhere it seems like all point and counterpoint is finally exhausted and not a moment too soon.
She turned into a modern day gladiator with mobs baying at the spectacle of her death. Everyone wanted a piece of the precious little that remained of her. A few days later media went into a tizzy over the Pope's death. It was a relief when the news turned official ending up to the minute speculation.
Always a big fan of the NYT op-ed, I found my sentiments on this wholly bizarre drama echoed perfectly by Frank Rich's column. Obviously we the people have a morbid fascination for death, the more public the better, media merely reflects zeitgeist.
An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no matter how flawed and imperfect. We have both spent over a decade outside India and have kids who were born abroad and have spent very little time back home. Returning "home" is something a lot of new immigrants like L and myself think about. We want very much for that to be an option because a full assimilation into our country of domicile is likely never going to happen. L has visited India more often than I have and has a much better pulse on what's going on there. For me the strongest drag force working against my desire to return home is my experience of life as a woman in India. I neither want to live that suffocatingly sheltered existence myself nor subject J to it. The freedom, independence and safety I have had in here in suburban America was not even something I knew I could expect to have in India. I never knew what it felt t
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