At least, insofar as my generation of friends are concerned. [This would be the generation that was born around the time of Independence.] Not, i (oh to hell with it. if this thing is not going to automatically capitalize...) hasten to add, that they have said anything. They are much too well bred for that.
No. More like a realization that comes about in thinking about what is said in aggregate rather than in the particular.
All of this is going to need explaining isn't it?
It's like this.
I am of the generation of children whose parents were not Indians.
India, as a wholeness, hadn't happened when Ma and Pa first started the process of making me.
Ma- an east coast Naidu girl. Pa- a west coast Bunt boy. Hot sultry Madras nights. The Marina, college boy, med student girl, a peach melba or two, and the next thing you know two sets of families with differing views on what is Right, on opposing coasts, are presented with a fait accompli, a child with soiled blood. What to do?
