Amitabo_Buddha

I’m a South Indian born & raised as a fourth-generation Delhi girl. I assimilated to such an extent that I looked like a Delhi girl—my Hindi was very fluent, I dressed like a North Indian & celebrated their festivals. I did the same in the US: changed my English, & dressed conforming to the American society. I kept my festivals indoors. Now, recent arrivals from India—who just stepped off the plane into a path my generation and the ones before us spent decades paving—have the arrogance to call me and my ilk "brown sepoys." Instead of integrating, they are building parallel worlds, cut off from mainstream society. Other Asian groups understand a low profile. Blending in is resilience, not a betrayal. I haven’t lost my identity, I just don’t display it loud. #IndianDiaspora #DesiTwitter #ImmigrantVoices

I theorised a couple of decades ago: if you want to understand a society’s fantasies, insecurities and cultural obsessions, look at its porn. American porn: oversized breasts, exaggerated performances and Olympic-level humping. Japanese porn: elaborate power fantasies, domination, humiliation and an obsession with censorship. French porn: even sex must pretend to be art. British porn: awkwardness elevated to an aesthetic. And then there’s Indian porn: Class-A bhikhari production values. Terrible lighting, atrocious acting, zero imagination and all the erotic appeal of a municipal drainage inspection. Perhaps it really could cure porn addiction. Through sheer aesthetic trauma.

भारत में अच्छी ज़िंदगी तो पाखण्डी बाबा ही जी रहे हैं। मूर्ख लोगों ने उन्हें भगवान जो बना बैठे हैं!