American Dream

My parents always supported my journey as a baseball player, and I am appreciative that they did so. Perhaps if they did not, I would not have had such a passion for baseball. This same passion brings me hope when I see signs indicating more involvement of South Asian representation in American sports.

Through its witty and clever use of magical realism, “Problemista” highlights the absurdity of the immigration system without dampening the mood.

Although the Dreamhouse does exist, it’s only home to the 1% of Barbies and Kens, protected in their luxury and freedom of expression by systemic discrimination and capitalist structures.

Working families like ours had been priced out of the community. I was heartbroken. Our entire life — our jobs, schools and families — was in Berkeley.     

When you're an immigrant who spends your entire life working to be wealthy, oftentimes you work to the detriment of your health.

For the first time, I’m interested in taking part in a sport — there’s no need for me to be an Olympian to simply enjoy being outside in the sun.

For the first time, I could not look away; I had to acknowledge misogyny as a universal problem, not a mere inconvenience specific to my Eastern society.

My family sees a finance career as something that will keep me content because it’ll bring financial comfort. But I want more than comfort; I want happiness

From rising hate speech to the travel ban to the attacks on the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program, our country is staggeringly anti-immigrant.

We should think about wills as political statements — expressions of refusal to allow future generations to live in such a lopsided society.