40 Thanksgiving Years—Brief Recollections of an Immigrant

Forty years is an important milestone, more so for immigrants forever trying to make a home far away from home (as if it still is). For some, like me, it is not just a milestone but a transition point, from young to old, and an apt moment to reflect on the life and times that went past. As the saying goes, “it is not the destination that is important but the people we meet and the lessons we learn”, I had the opportunity to meet several and learned a lot in these forty years. I am greatly thankful for the opportunities life offered.

Research at Einstein: Following my arrival in the summer of 1980 at the AECOM, it became our home for 17 productive and enjoyable years. Einstein offered me the opportunity to indulge in various scientific pursuits and also gave Jaya the chance to work. Those were the exciting times for biomedical research and grants were less competitive. We met several people, made friends and acquaintances in the research community and in the neighborhood. Snow, rain, or shine, we always walked back and forth to the lab that kept us two in good stead. Thank you, Einstein.

Career in Technology and Innovation: Looking back, the career transition to information technology paid off very well—two decades of continued employment without a break. After a couple of consulting gigs covering three years, I ended up at AIP and stayed for 17 years. We bought a house and moved closer to work, within six miles, and Jaya was able to continue her employment. In spite of the economic turmoil in the early part of the century, I survived and thrived. Thank you, AIP. 

Family: Many things happen in forty years of adult life—marriage, starting a family, buying a house, vacations, long-distance travels, kids, college fees, and finally an empty nest. In addition, in my case, losing the entire original family of father, mother, and the only sibling. Certain things in life are unavoidable. One happy addition is that Jaya and I acquired a daughter and look forward for another. We two are thankful for that.

Words of wisdom to the young: This is your time; work hard as the time and opportunities are on your side and don’t fret over small things. You are watched all the time, try to set good examples. Dates are closer than you think, you should always have time to play with and guide your young. And don't ever forget to respect the ones that raised you, try to ignore their follies, you will be like them one day. Be thankful to the people who made you what you are.

Advice to the old and not so old: Sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor and love. So many things in life come as perks, we have enjoyed them for too long. Remember the adage, extinction is the rule and survival is an exception. Be thankful for all the good things that life has offered.

Happy Thanksgiving.






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  1. rammohan thummuriNovember 27, 2020 at 9:44 AM

    You have rendered your experiences of forty long years of your career very well .I always feel proud having a best friend like you.I tell my other friends when your matter comes,that you have received me after 25 years long gap as we met a day before.Though we are far away but our hearts are as fresh as ever.My heart felt best wishes to both of you.

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