The Great Indian Revolution
It was a warm, pleasant summer day when I landed in the US to pursue my version of the much-touted ‘American Dream’. The year was 1994. Indians, humongously more illustrious had been arriving at US shores for more than four decades, then. To be sure, I was under no illusion then that my ride was going to be smooth. I absolutely knew that my dip into the American melting pot would have its own challenges and surprises. “India!” I told with palpable pride to the politely curt immigration official first, and then to my colleagues at work later and expected laudatory nods on hearing the country of my origin. That didn’t happen. What left me more flummoxed was how, about one-fifths of humanity, figured nowhere in their value systems - news, politics, society or economics. I initially took it upon myself to educate people about my country but realized later – with a pang of agony – that people didn’t want to know. In the “New World”, they were not interested to know how a five thousand year