One of my key concerns is exactly this
In the absence of a proper identity, Indians are either given an identity that doesnt work or fall into a tribal identity.
Either we are NRIs. Translation- social orphans in another land. No leader, no symbols. Only nostalgia as a guiding anchor
Or we are south asians. Translation- a blended mix of people who do not want to be Indian. Inherently effacing our Indianness.
Or we are browns. Pfft. Half the world is brown. That doesnt say a thing about me.
Or we are our communities- sikhs, gujjus, mallus, stressfully banding together for survival needs, afraid someone else will snatch it from us.
We need to re do the identity matrix. We are global indians. A unique brand of the indian identity thats global in its expression and approach. An Indian for whom his ambitions and nightmares are larger than India.
We exist in huge numbers. Ask the racists, they know. They deeply know. We just dont know we exist and that we are in it together.
The next 2 decades are from India 🇮🇳 to the World 🌍.
Haters can hate.
A lovely young Indian man was manning the bar at my Arlington hotel. Hardworking, amiable, adept at banter with his American customers, an INDIVIDUAL. Not surprisingly, he was a 27-year-old from Pune/Poona, trying to make his way in the world, not one of the usual Gujarati or Punjabi Indians who are innately tribal, perhaps because there IS a tribe behind them, a vast hinterland of Gujjus and Punjabis to which they retreat after the day is done, and where they discard the costume of integration and assimilation and retreat from America. This young man was here On His Own, no biradari, no caste-cocoon, no language-langar after work. I talked to him just as I would to an American bartender, even as I shared with him my immense disappointment that the dish I saw on the menu and wanted to order was, on closer inspection, not "Chicken Korma" but "Chicken Roma." We had a laff about that. I ordered quesadillas instead, on his say-so: "tasty but not too heavy, and I'll bring you some Sriracha", he said. I tipped him "nicely" (Indians will know what I mean). God bless him. He told me his name was Vedant.