Monday, November 23, 2009

A Stranger At Home


I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere. Perhaps my thoughts and approach to life are more akin to what is called Western than Eastern, but India clings to me, as she does to all her children, in innumerable ways; and behind me lie, somewhere in the subconscious, racial memories of a hundred, or what ever the number may be, generations of Brahmans. I cannot get rid of either that past inheritance or my recent acquisitions. They are both part of me, and, though they help me in both the East and the West, they also create in me a feeling of spiritual loneliness not only in public activities but in life itself. I am a stranger and alien in the West. I cannot be of it. But in my own country also, sometimes, I have an exile's feeling.

Pictured: Nehru with (presumably) family members. The photo was shot in 1946 by Margaret Bourke-White for Life. Note the English tea setting.



Anonymous Hater said...

He was gay?

11:30 AM  
Blogger PKL said...

Grow up, Hater.

3:46 PM  

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