Seated on more than 200 acres of Texas Hill Country, Radha Madhav Dham sits like a shining pearl in a green bowl. Access is possible only by way of twisting, winding roads and highways, narrowly wending through the rises and more…
Anger is an emotion I have a hard time managing. Not that I have ever felt it was difficult to be angry – one gets angry when the airport bungles your luggage, or when the driver in front of you more…
One month ago, I was turning in my MFA thesis on the history and development of Indian food in America. One year ago, I was walking past the white graduation tents set up on Columbia’s campus, thinking about how in more…
In an attempt to turn myself into an urbane, well-rounded intellectual before I go to New York, I’ve been reading a lot of books this summer. Today, I finished How to be Alone, a collection of essays by literary giant more…
Continuing along the interview path with Swami Nikhilanand, our conversation turns to Hinduism and the thousands of young Indians in America today. Swami Nikhilanand has an excellent proficiency for working with kids of all ages, and is often praised for more…
I was recently lucky to have an hour to sit down and chat with Swami Nikhilanand, a preacher of Jagadguru Kripalu Parishat, based out of Radha Madhav Dham in Austin, TX. He has been teaching the path of Sanatan Dharm more…
It’s sunny in Pittsburgh today. The sun is unseasonably bright, not just for March, but for spring even. Light is coming in through the windows, the screen door – even through the cracks in the blinds and the spaces between more…
Applying to graduate programs invokes a fear more powerful than seeking out colleges for undergraduate study. True, college takes longer, costs more and is frightening because it’s your first real foray into higher education. But with grad school, you’ve spent more…
I cannot do work anymore. The late evenings, the interminable classes, the intolerable intolerances of the student body: it has all come to this point, this last push on my will to send it over the edge. It has become more…
Yesterday, I was sitting in a coffee shop, writing the fourth chapter of my senior project, when one of my freshmen friends, CL, came up to me. CL is an artist, a Christian, and an ex-pot-smoker, and someone cursed to more…