True, the expat is “emancipated” as Tunku Varadarajan tells us in his piece, The Hick, Finally at Home, but only if “emancipation” means imagining away bothersome things. The expat of yore could not expel the “Hick at Home” from his mind as effortlessly as the expat of today can. Images that once clung tight, like chulha smoke, no longer do so, but not because chulhas are now smokeless, but rather—to overwork the metaphor—one keeps the chulha far away from oneself! The embarrassing Hick still exists no doubt; it’s just that the nyt, on the one hand, is currently busy picking on China instead and, on the other, a certain (numerically tiny) segment of India (at home or abroad) is celebrating itself and its economic success without a glance at the Hick, who now only exists in banishment beyond its blinders.
Meghant Sudan, New Delhi