There she was, a slender girl in a bright saree, in front of all an all male audience of American troops, striking a graceful pose, betraying not a sliver of nervousness. She walked with a stride that the uber-sophisticated Indian models of today would die for, spoke in a clear unvarnished accent—with a lot of India and a tinge of the west ringing through it—matching the Bob Hope word for word. Daunting! Yet, she pulled it off.
The booming Indian economy has changed all that. Teens want to take the easy way out. Surf the comfortable middle class existence provided for by their parents and then stay on to work in the call-centre or outsourced IT companies. So they stay satisfied with calling into the homes of strangers around the world or perhaps designing the interface of the window that allows other cultures to access the outerworld—all from the comfort of their own home.
From among those of who are Indian at heart and yet world citizens at large. Those who embody that curious combination of questioning the future, yet living in a present spiked, with the elegance of the past?