I have an Indian passport, I was born in Manipal, Udupi district, which I called my home until my daughter was born in Ras Al Khaimah, United Arab Emirates. My daughter and wife, also have Indian passports but I prefer being called desi. Desi, turns shame into shrine and shrek, and false pride into felicitation. Bharat Matha ki Jai! "India" is a hangover of the British Empire that got my people drunk on oppression, which often led to deprivation. My gratitude for leaving me with english can only go so far. What I call my roots are from the land between the Himalayas and the ocean, a subcontinent blessed by the Divine Mother connected to many alternate versions. My culture (refinement, not baggage) is mostly expressed as post-conventional, cutting-edge. Lyrically clarifiable, literally readable but really rapid, responsible and researchable.
There are certain uncertainties. I will not begin to tell you, how important it is to regulate seas and what sees. Purpose, prose, preparation counts enough to the thee? Would you like me to tell you stories? Short hand realities, of tries and triumphs as we zoom10x only to make sure clearly, then bring back from gravity, sounds of air-conditioning.
With hope and happiness, I pay my respects to Ras Al Khaimah, where I am now with my family, and the Government of Dubai that issued my permit to work from the United Arab Emirates. One word, MoHOPE
I hope to be timely but even a chat with me from here requires your intentional investment