I cut the umbilical cord… but then looked for it again
Suresh Pattali
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Bombay, especially life at KC College at Churchgate — where I went armed with just one lingo in my pocket, Malayalam — was a cultural shock.
Circa 1982. A death warrant — leave or get killed — was served to me by my political opponents in my salad days. Quitting all your near and dear ones one fine morning — and the dreams I had been weaving around them — wasn’t an easy choice. The Jayanti Janata Express, the train of hope for all job aspirants in Kerala once upon a time, took me to a great city called Bombay, which taught me to dream bigger dreams than a village boor can.