February 27th, 2017
AN INDIAN IMMIGRANT’S STORY
By Gia Garland NY, NY – Earlier today, Payal-Nevatia Garland, a mother of one of the kids at LREI’s 4th Grade, shared her immigration story. She came from Madras, India in the early 1990’s with her parents and older brother, and moved to New Jersey. Her father was a businessman and used to always travel to the U.S. Whenever he came back, he would always bring stuff from America back to India for his kids. Payal read American books while she was growing up in India. She went to the movie theater and watched American movies, she watched American TV shows, listened to American music, etc. Basically she liked American stuff, and everyone in her age group did too. The city Payal grew up in was very different from any American cities. Animals such as cows and dogs were allowed to wander around in the streets. “Once when I was in 5th or 6th grade, my class took a field trip to a farm.” said Payal. “The farmer milked the cow and made us all drink unpasteurized milk. I refused to drink it, but they forced me to. As a result, I puked.” The entire grade said “Eeeeeew!” Payal had a house that was very big. It had six bedrooms, a living room that was the size of an elementary school classroom, a kitchen that was the size of a bedroom, and a front yard+backyard. The house had other residents too. Her grandmother, aunt, two uncles, and cousins also lived with her, her brother, and her parents. When Payal moved to America, she was 18 years old. Since she usually had maids to do her housework, she was not used to doing housework by herself. She had already completed a year of college in India, but when she came to America she had to re-do her first year of college. Her brother was 21, so he didn’t have to redo college. She also had to learn to drive on the other side of the road. In India, the steering wheel is on the right side of the car instead of the left. “Adjusting to a new life in a new country must have been hard. A change is good every once in awhile, and having a fresh start is good too. Meeting new people, making new friends, it’s all part of life’s journey, ” says daughter Gia.We’re All Family…In America!
By Lorenzo Brigode Payal is a immigrant from Madras, India who came to America when she was 18. Her dad applied for a green card for them when she was 7 or 6, but they got it when she was 18. Payal already had many ties to America, especially New York. Many of her relatives moved to NYC and NJ. When she was still in Madras, Payal went to school, her first school, which she described as, “an organized forest.” In the school there were bugs, hawks, birds, butterflies and many other kinds of animals. There were many trees and there was one big Banyan tree that they would all play on. That school was very big – it was 20 blocks long, that’s about 2 miles. She said that it was a good 15 – 20 min walk from homeroom to art. She also said that it was fun to go sightseeing on walks to classes, “We would look at a nest a hummingbird might have made and we would look at the birds.” Her home was big, “like 10 bedrooms and 3 floors,” Payal recalls. Once a coconut tree fell on the bedroom of her parents, but because everything is concrete there was very little damage. Teachers were very strict, they would slap the hands of kids that were messing around with rulers “OUCH!!” There were many differences between India and America. Payal saw snow for the first time in America when she moved.When Payal came to America, in the airport a stranger smiled at her which she thought that was weird, in Madras NO ONE smiled at each other.Payal now has a daughter and is doing great in America. She also still goes to Madras sometimes.