While initially I was captivated by the title of the feature article "Why We Travel to India," (May 2008) as I read Shekhar Deshpande's essay
Far too many are judgmental or prescriptive in their notions of what an authentic Indian American identity is, or ought to be.
I encounter bigotry and prejudice all too frequently among my Indian American family members.
My grandfather was a vestige of our colonial past and India's nascent restorative democracy following independence.
What is it that makes the most talented of India’s literary geniuses steer clear of Indian shores to settle down in foreign lands?
Do you pine sometimes for the sounds, the images, the rhythms and the media constructions of your past?