Beyond countryhood

Throughout my life, I've always had a strong attachment to things Indian. When I was a young boy, I loved travelling from Kathmandu through Uttar Pradesh, through towns with names such as Gonda and Bahraich and Nanpara, in order to reach Nepalgunj in western Nepal, where my father was stationed. I devoured novels by Gulshan Nanda and Amrita Pritam. As I grew older, my obsession with Hindi films began. Much to the delight of my lady relatives, I frequently acted out Rajesh Khanna singing "Mere sapnonki rani" from Aradhana, and wooing Sharmila Tagore. I knew by heart all of Kishore Kumar's songs from the plethora of movies of the 1970s whose names began with an 'A' – Aradhana, Andaz, Anand, Amar Prem, Anurag, Anurodh. In my early teens, I ran away from home to Calcutta and Delhi for an entire month, just so I could watch Hindi movies all day long. Later, I spent a whole year in Bombay, skipping classes at Narsi Monji College, to place myself before the big screens of the Eros and Regal cinemas. Needless to say, my spoken Hindi was not only good but immaculate; and given my dark complexion, I easily passed off as an Indian no matter where I travelled in the country.

Later, when I migrated to America and my interest in writing began, once more it was my neighbours to the south whose literary outpourings shaped the direction of my own fiction. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's insider-outsider observations of India helped me to realise that there was much to be written about the small daily affairs of the people of our region. Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children demonstrated to me the vastness of the landscape of Southasia. I read voraciously the works of R K Narayan, Amitav Ghosh, Rohinton Mistry and Anita Desai. Now, after having published three books of my own, I still seek out work by authors from the Subcontinent. I read them with an acute sense of awareness that these are my contemporaries – that I, a Nepali by birth and a US resident by choice, also belonged to another group, one whose literary interests and concerns I shared with a passion that transcended any narrow sense of national identity that might have come with being a Nepali.