On the new year’s eve, I was walking with some friends around the party blocks along Queen street west, near my house. It was an hour or so before midnight but people were already drunk, yelling and acting funny, but nothing unusual. I’m used to this since I live just outside the nightclub zone.Read this post →
Four years since I moved to Canada, I discus what it means to me.
…If success is measured by inter-personal factors such as love, relationships, friendships, or societal factors such as respect, inclusiveness, equality, etc., then I do think I’m successful; and this success is attributed not to me, but more to Canada and Canadians…
The weather was beautiful last weekend, almost early spring-ish temperature, blue sky and bright sunshine. It was a welcome respite from the recent snowstorm and overall gloomy winter. I, like many others, did not spare this golden opportunity to venture outdoors and do something, and I hit a bike trail looking forward to a 40-km ride. On one particular narrow…Read this post →
I stopped at the intersection of Queen St. W and Spadina Ave. on my way to work today since I was craving a coffee and a muffin, something that seldom happens. This particular place has a good combo offer that’s cheap and I like the idea of not getting bankrupt in five years simply because I was spending four dollars…Read this post →
Summarizing my new life as an immigrant in Canada. On December 8 2006, I arrived in Toronto and began my MBA studies at one of the most prestigious business schools in North America. Everything was new – people, food, student life, language, snow etc. and everything familiar was left far away – people, food, work life, language, heat etc. Last…Read this post →
In a multicultural metropolitan city like Toronto, it is quite common to hear a number of different languages being spoken when you are in any public space. I hope I don’t sound too stereotypical, but most often I subconsciously associate certain languages with people who look a certain way. For example, if I see a group of brown persons in…Read this post →
I’m living in Toronto’s Parkdale neighborhood for over a year now. The neighbourhood has several personalities, but the one I am going to talk about today is the hood’s begging scene. If I imagine asking people their opinion of the number of beggars in Parkdale, I’d probably get these responses: An Economist would say: “The number of beggars-per capita is…Read this post →