The unexpected increase in spare time that that I now have, has allowed me to catch up on books that I had planned to read over the next several weeks. Among them is this inspiring memoir by brothers Deepak and Sanjiv Chopra. I was familiar with Deepak, having seen him in interviews and on social media. Sanjiv was a bit more obscure but also just as accomplished as we learn in the book. But there is far more to the story than their known accomplishments. In fact, what I found is a story of the challenges a person faces when deciding to leave one home and make another in a place thousands of miles away. It is the story of immigration and two brothers finding the Amerian Dream, a concept which many today do not always believe in or in other cases, have come to misunderstand.
The story as to be expected, begins in India where Dr. Krishan Chopra and wife Puspha, welcome their first child Deepak. Several years later he is joined by brother Sanjiv. As each brother recalls his life as a child and experiences with his sibling, we are able to learn about India culture which includes a significant amount of diversity that still remains unknown to many. Each discusses the traditions in their culture from the appendix “chahca” onto the name of the father’s youngest brother to fascinating aspects of Hinduism. Those who are accustom to a monotheistic faith may possibly find Hinduism completely at odds with their belief system. However, I found many intriguing lessons to be found in the book that can be applied regardless of religious convictions.
Family plays an important role throughout the story and what remains strong are the bonds they have with their parents, uncle Rattan Chacha and their own children. As an American, I could relate to their story but I also do see where family relations are different in the United States. Does that mean one system is better than the other? Not all and it truly does depend on where we find ourselves. For Deepak and Sanjiv, a new place known as America would be their calling and New Jersey became the first stop.
As they get older and advanced through medical school, the Unied States becomes the focus so that they can advance their education. What is interesting, is that neither expected to stay their permanently but rather get the right education and return to India where they could put it to use. And that is the true irony of the book: two doctors who had no intention on staying in America, became citizens and have led incredible lives living out the American Dream. I think Sanjiv said it best when he remarks ” When you start on your path there is no way of knowing where it will take you or even where it will end. It’s just the natural way to go.” Boston eventually called both brothers where each makes a name for himself. Sanjiv’s wife Amita also established herself in the medical field and Sanjiv never fails to praise her accomplishments. Deepak also gives his wife Rita her rightful place in the story and each brother shows their devotions to the women they fell in love with.
The Chopra brothers find success in America, through trials and tribulations. Similar to many new immigrants, they learn about supermarkets, credit, American holidays and even the element of crime which confronts Deepak in his own home. Thankfully no one was injured and he survived to later co-author this book. The issue of race does appear in the story as Indian doctors are forced to prove themselves in a new culture which knows very little about India. Their actions, in particular those of Deepak, shed light on a dirty secret with the medical professional community but one that is not unique to it. But while they adapt to life in America, India is never lost on them and and I felt that the decision by Sanjiv and Amita to celebrate the holidays Diwali and Holi is one of the most moving moments in the book. And as their children grow up, along with Deepak and Rita’s, both families make it a point to never forget India and their roots. As a black American, my roots are mostly to be found here in the United States so the concept of the “old country” does not always fit into my existence. As a result, this part of the book caused a stir of emotions and if I did have the “old country” to return to, I would also want my own children to maintain that ancestral connection.
Anyone familiar with Deepak will be aware of his association and promotion of transcendental meditation. He discusses how and why he came to practice it and the interest taken by Amita and finally Sanjiv. The holisitic system of Ayuverda is also discussed by Deepak, who maintains his commitment to western medicine while at the same time embracing the thought that altnerative medicine also has a place in treatment regimens. It is a good discussion but also one that needs several books to be covered fully. However, Deepak presents his own compelling reasons for becoming a proponent of transcendental meditation and it has prompted me to take a deeper look at it myself.
Sanjiv is not as much of an explorer as Deepak and he gives his own reasons. He remains committed to western medicine but fully supports his brother’s exploratory nature. Their relationship reminds me of my brother and I, who are very different in ways but always committed to each other. Brotherhood is a truly beautiful thing when all of the right pieces are in place. I think in our situation, I would be Deepak and my brother certainly is more like Sanjiv. But we have our common ground and genuine love for each other.
If you are looking for a great story about brotherhood, love and success in America, this is an excellent read that will surely improve your mood after you have finished it. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and being able to fully understand the importance of Dharma in our lives. Great read.
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One of the most important questions surrounding the assassination of President John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) has always been why was he murdered? We do have the official explanation that Lee Harvey Oswald (1939-1963), a former Marine and attempted defector to the Soviet Union, murdered Kennedy due to his own deranged thoughts which no one has been able to accurately explain. And although he was murdered before he could stand trial in a Texas courtroom, Oswald remains labeled as Kennedy’s assassin. But to understand the murder of any politician, it is necessary to examine the political and social climate in existance at the time. There are many clues to why Kennedy was murdered if we are willing to look. Douglas Horne served on the Assassination Records Review Board, the organization that was developed to examine the voluminous recorsds produced in response to the President John F. Kennedy Assassination Records Collection Act of 1992. The act was created as a result of Oliver Stone’s groundbreaking film
I recently reviewed Jacob Hornberger’s
The unexpected increase in free time at my disposal has provided me with ample opporunity to increase the amount of reading material at my disposal. I decided to take another look at the murder of President John F. Kennedy (1917-1963), whose death remains one of most puzzling crimes in American history. The official narrative is that on November 22, 1963, lone gunman and former Marine Lee Harvey Oswald (1939-1963) fired three shots at Kennedy’s motorcade from the Texas School Book Depository, fatally wounding Kennedy and severly wounding Texas Governor John Connally (1917-1993). The case seemed open and shut with Oswald forever being labeled as the lone nut or lone gunman. On the surface, the case seems simple but there were many strange things that took place that day after Kennedy died that are not only mind boggling but also deeply disturbing. One of them is the handling of his body and the autopsy that was conducted at Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Compton, California has earned a reputation over the last fifty years as a place where people are tough, life is dangerous and unless you are from there, you stay away. Gangs such as the Bloods and the Crips have proliferated across the city in the wake of the Civil Rights Movement and the dawn of the crack cocaine epidemic in the United States. In what could rightly be described as a civil war, thousands of black men, women and children have died on the streets of Comptom and in Los Angeles county as gang wars escalated. In 1888, the City of Comptom had formed its own police department to patrol city limits and at the time of the deadly gang wars erupted, it was pushed to its limit. Some officers would leave the department for much quieter neighborhoods with lower crime rates. Others would stay until it was disbanded in 2000. Among the two most well-known as respected officers were Tim Brennan and Robert Ladd. The duo have been interviewed numerous times in recent years, expressing their thoughts on Compton, the murder of Tupac Shakur (1971-1996) and his alleged killer Orlando Anderson (1974-1998). However, there is far more to their story than what we have come to learn on screen and here the two join with Lolita Files, whom some may recognize from the A & E multi-part series
Drug addiction has steadily become one of the greatest plagues to affict mankind. Nearly all of us know someone who has struggled with addiction or lost their life to it. Recently, I read Sam Quinones’ spellbinding account of the rise in opioid in the United States
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In August, 2019, a close friend lost her brother, who became yet another statistic in the ongoing crisis regarding opioid and other drug use in America. I had met him previously and his death seemed surreal at the time. In fact, it still does. His parents had never experienced anything like it and did what they could to get him the help that he needed. For them and thousands of other parents who have lost a child to drugs, they often wonder how did this happen? And what could we have done to stop it? There are many answers to both questions but in this eye-opening book, Sam Quinones tackles the first question and tells the story of the development of the opioid epidemic in America.
In the spring of 1846, a group of settlers left home in Springfield, Illinois en route to either Oregon or California. A popular destination for many was the City of Yerba Buena, known today as San Francisco. By the first week of may, the party had reached Independence Missouri and soon continued on their route. They soon learned of an apparent shortcut through what is known as the Hastings cut-off near Salt Lake City, Utah. The trail was named after Confederate General Lansford Hastings (1819-1870). It was believed that the shortcut would eliminate as much as three hundred miles off of their trip. The group separated and eighty-seven people continued on the trail. Instead of elminating travel time, their journey was extended by another month. Deeply behind schedule, their provisions began to run low and winter soon set in. By the time their ordeal was over, only forty-eight had survived. Some managed to survive by turning to cannibalism and that act has earned them a permanent place in American pop culture. We have come to know this group pf settlers as the Donner Party.
The past several years have given way to a rise in the number of opioid related deaths in the United States. Cities across America have struggled with a surge in drug overdoses and lack of proper facilities to handle the deceased. I knew several people who battled an addiction to opioids and all but one are now deceased. It is a soul crushing and life depleting addiction that cuts across all ethnic lines. Many of us know someone who is currently battling an addiction or once did in the past, whether it was opioids, alcohol or some other substance. And what we all know is that addicts do not get clean until they have realized there is no where else to go but in the ground. Dan Peres is a former Editor in Chief for Women’s Wear Daily Details and in this revealing memoir, he details his own struggle with a drug addcition that nearly took his life.
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