Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 21:02:19 -0600 (CST) To: Seminar-13-AT-jefferson.village.Virginia.EDU Subject: hello and other questions Hello folks, My name is John Muthyala. Born brought up in Hyd-Sec-bad, India. Right now on my way to becoming baldie, baldy, bald. Of course, I haven't come to the point where the moonlight refracts off my pate. A question to Radhika: Its great to know that you are from the same town. R, do I send my post to seminar-13 or to gajjala. . . ? Where am I? chicago- Loyola University. Doing lafingi kaam! or what? Arre, so what now? I read little book, all accident happening in library. I go pick Rushdie, elbow touching and book dropping. Which book? Kirin NArayan writing "Love, Stars and All That" or what not. So I read. wrote paper what a pity- huh? serendipity. and in book all thing happening to woman. Full sari, bindi, growing up convent. Trying and becoming like English lady. hello jack and jill went to Tank Bund and fell fell fell. but wait. . . let me tell story. This woman, or what called Asian. All from south. From India to America. . . becoming American, tugging all mirchi, idly, sambarr hot hot hot smell and tasty like at home cooked meal not getting in America. Love with prof. with PArsi who know not what is to be PArsi. everything going awry. Identity who am I? and you and they? where and how to define myself? here like this. Wear sari and bindi, red, fat luscious one in middle of forehead and walk in New York street then I becoming full Indian woman. not true not true but what is my American self? arre, what story you telling, baba? shut up addle brain! shiny dome! so radhika, you also write poem and story like this no? what karma I say. Ta ta.
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