Having arrived at MIT the fall of 1975, I soon found Sangam, the local Indian student association, and many of their members became my early tutors for many of life’s lessons like cooking (don’t let the Sahara bread sit in the oven till they become like papad), clothing (standard issue Army Navy surplus parka and winter lace up boots), liquor (drink anything with alcohol in it) and entertainment (don’t miss the start of semester XXX 26-100 show). Continue reading “How Sangam helped me see my first and only Olympic final” →