Seeking and achieving the American Dream
I am a first-generation Indian American. My parents immigrated here in the early 1990s to prepare for a family and take advantage of opportunities in the U.S. —the chance to better provide for their future children including access to an excellent education system and a better lifestyle than found in India. And they accomplished that.
My parents first came to Wisconsin where they lived for a few years, and soon after moved to Minnesota and opened a convenience store, which they have run for more than 25 years. Instead of day care, my brother and I, who is three years older than I am, were daily fixtures at the store. It was fun. It was nice to be with them throughout the day; their hard work ethic was a good influence on us. I remember as a kid I would greet the customers, help stock the products and even play in the large freezer in the back. Although our beginnings were very humble, it was truly a family business in every sense of the word.
Our family speaks Hindi at home. My parents didn’t speak good English at first, and I didn’t have a formal education in English until kindergarten. Learning a new language and trying to be part of a community with such different cultural influences was challenging. I didn't always understand things at school because of the language barrier. I remember being a very quiet and shy kid. I think there might have been the perception that I would fall behind in school because of this, but I caught up eventually.
By middle school, I was much more comfortable in my environment and my English was much better. As often happens in immigrant families, thanks to our English language instruction from school, soon my brother and I became translators for my parents with official documents and things like that. As young as we were, we felt we had a very important role in the family.
My parents were very proud of us and encouraged us in everything we did. Despite challenges early on such as finances, language issues and culture, we were a very happy, stable family.
Hard work during high school and college pays off
In high school, I learned that the legal working age in Minnesota is 14, so I started working at my local grocery store to earn money for college so as not to burden my parents. I didn’t know much about the college process here but did know that I wanted to get a degree and that it was going to be very expensive.
My job at the grocery store was hard work. I was up at 6 a.m. on the weekends bagging groceries and then had to study after my shift. I also helped at my parent’s convenience store whenever possible. Being a young teen and doing all of this was tiring, but it taught me how to juggle multiple things at once. These lessons help me out even today.
I went to Augsburg University here in Minnesota for my undergraduate degree. I don’t think I got the typical “fun” college experience as I took the opportunity to go to college very seriously, too seriously now that I look back. I felt the pressure of being the first generation in my family to get a formal education. My parents don’t have degrees, and I was not going to let them down.
I spent most of my college days studying in the library. I spent my free time working as a mentor for underclassmen or doing my internships year-round in an effort to help my family financially. I graduated with a computer science degree and made my family and extended community very proud. Currently, I am pursuing my MBA to learn more about the business world.