A Revolution of Values
A Revolution of Values I grew up in a small town in Northern New Jersey, one of two sons of Indian immigrants. My parents spoiled me at every instance, pushed me to do well in school and supported me in every way imaginable. My success in life was built on their unconditional support of my endeavors. But of course, my childhood was not conflict-free. Having a brother three years older than me, we occasionally (perhaps frequently) quarreled. We fought while playing basketball, during epic games of Monopoly, and in the car on long road trips. When this happened – as one can imagine – our parents were displeased. One particular fight stands out in my mind. It was a warm afternoon, when I was eight, and my mother was busy cooking in the kitchen, while my brother and I were playing. Soon that playing transformed into a fight. As our trivial argument escalated, I could sense that my mother’s level of frustration with us was increasing. Then sudden