California Dreaming Message in a Bottle from Me in 1962 to Me In 2013 |
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Edited and Translated by:
| Chohan, Jacqueline |
ISBN: | 978-0-615-85878-4 |
Publication Date: | Jul 2013 |
Publisher: | Raj Khokhar
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $16.95 |
Book Description:
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California Dreaming is about my coming to America for higher studies in 1961 and my very difficult first two years. On the way here I had a wonderful shipboard romance with a tall Indian woman, Kavita. We had to part in Genoa, Italy, and we were both heartbroken. She promised to visit me in Indiana.
I talked to Kavita when I arrived in Indiana, but they had to rush back because her grandmother in India had a heart attack. We were both emotionally distraught. She promised to come back...
More DescriptionCalifornia Dreaming is about my coming to America for higher studies in 1961 and my very difficult first two years. On the way here I had a wonderful shipboard romance with a tall Indian woman, Kavita. We had to part in Genoa, Italy, and we were both heartbroken. She promised to visit me in Indiana.
I talked to Kavita when I arrived in Indiana, but they had to rush back because her grandmother in India had a heart attack. We were both emotionally distraught. She promised to come back even if she had to walk.
College in Indiana was wonderful, but I could not handle snow up to my eyebrows. My friend in California was dangling, 'No snow here!' in front of me. I drove 2700 miles in an old car to Central Valley, California. That was an adventure in itself. I had a floor fire, a tire blowout and also an oil/filter change along the way.
Discrimination was rampant against a turbaned Sikh. No decent jobs were available to me. Toughest job was driving a caterpillar tractor all night, 6 to 6. I had plenty of time to daydream about being with Kavita and the wonderful time we had on the ship. Finally I got a summer job at a fruit packinghouse through the sympathy of foreman who was a Greek and understood what I was going through.
I also saved all my correspondence with Dad--including letters I wrote to him.
Kavita and her mother visited. We had wonderful time despite having her mother along as a chaperone. The highlight was her trying on a bikini. Indian women didn't wear swim suits., let alone a bikini. I was scared of her mother seeing Kavita! Luckily she went in to change right before her mother joined us.
Her departure was very emotionally heart-breaking for both of us, and I wondered if I would ever see her again.