Some years ago, when I was at university, I enrolled in a small class on South Asian history. The class was in fact tiny for such a large subject — only five students — and was the first stand-alone course on the history of the subcontinent ever taught at my school. That awkward and surprising fact aside (the year was 1989, the Berlin Wall would fall and declarations of the end of history would soon abound) the other odd nugget was that the course was taught jointly. Two professors, B— and J—, one focusing on the history of India and the other on the creation of the nation called Pakistan. Even stranger, I learned that the pair of professors were connected. They shared a home and lascivious rumor had it that they were lovers. Continue reading
…Freedom, for my father, meant solitude and I think it is safe to say, loneliness. The freer and more independent he became, the more it sunk in that he was isolated from his family and to a certain extent, from life. There would be no rock, no foundation, to return to, and so, like others before him with that double-edged luxury, he began to travel. Continue reading
Bobby Jindal, an Indian-American, has just been elected governor of Louisiana. Let the discussions and the rallying cries from the S. Asian diaspora begin. The percentage of people who will support him just because he’s the son of Indian immigrants is higher than it should be (the percentage should be zero). It’s sad, too, the sense of pride people feel in a man who advocates teaching “intelligent design” as an alternative to evolution in public schools, a total ban on abortion, and repealing hate-crimes laws. Anyway, that answers how he won over the conservative eastern districts in Louisiana, where former KKK man David Duke found his supporters.
So much for role models.