Humble pie

Coming from an ethnic stew of backgrounds, as a Christian growing up in a middleclass Goan society in urban India, predisposition was to thinking the West as the Promised Land from which, through some sleight of fate, we were banished; and must do everything to get back, even a stopover in purgatory - the Gulf. I detest the idea and wear my Indianness on my sleeve, protecting it through drunken debates with fellow urban Christian Indians, with a passion any desi would’ve applauded. Life humbles me, putting me on the same path I scoffed at when others ventured forth.