India, Nov. 16 -- "It felt like a pair of gnarly tentacles reaching out and taking something crucial from me," says Michael Shaikh, 48. He was in his 20s at the time of the incident, working as an English teacher in southern Japan. He had become a regular at a local izakaya (or traditional tavern) and the owner, Keiko Kawagoe, was teaching him how to make the deep-fried chicken karaage. "As I stood there, an immense wave of guilt washed over me," Shaikh recalls. "There I was, son of a Pakistani-Sindhi Muslim immigrant from the US, learning someone else's family recipe. Meanwhile, I couldn't speak a word of Sindhi myself." Back home in Ohio, his father would finally explain why he never spoke to his son in Sindhi. He told him how the family ...