Dear Diary (2)
Confessions from a Bygone Era (1994-2004) I was and I am proud to be a Malayali –a feeling inculcated right from my childhood, thanks to our prep lessons and nursery rhymes for making us feel proud of the Malayali Spirit first and then probably, letting us later to ponder about a vast nation named India. I swam, with a sense of smugness, in the calm backwaters of the Malayali pride for some time until it was ruthlessly hammered down in a different place at a different time by indifferent people. Too tender to withstand the contemptuous mirth on our hairstyle, accent, complexion, food habits, language, choice of clothes, and cultural affinity, some of us succumbed to an inferiority sense and retaliated in an insensible manner to gain acceptance among the so-called superior race from Gujarat, Maharashtra, Punjab and Delhi....