Unexpected Transformations: A memoir of a Hindu youth camp, by Arnav Chakravarty
Wednesday, April 1st, 2009“God is dead. We have killed him.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
From 9th grade through my freshman year at New York University (NYU), I lived the typical Indian teenager’s life. It revolved around four things: good grades, competitive debate, tennis, and my friends. Sure, I celebrated all the major Hindu festivals, including Durga Puja, Saraswati Puja, Diwali, Holi, etc. but I knew very little about my religion and made little time to learn. My religion was important only on holidays and celebrations. It meant that I got nice clothes, performed dances and plays during the pujas, and hung out with my friends. This was fine while I was at home in Houston.




