Not long ago, amidst spoonful of gajar halwa on a pleasant Bangalore afternoon, a friend made an interesting observation about me. To be a Hindu by birth, go through close to ten eventful years of schooling in a Muslim institute, and have a knack of reading books (and listening to Metallica) in empty churches, I must be as close to a secularist poster boy as one would hope to find in the religious quagmire of our nation (is that a little self-centered? Maybe. Who cares!).
As long as I’m entitled to my share of shirkhurma and biryani on Eid ul-Fitr, and tender turkey meat on Christmas day—who gives a hoot for Diwali crackers?—I say hell yeah!
Originally published: December 31, 2009