Becoming Me
Picture this. 1978, Punjab – the land of the five rivers, of bhangra, of upbeat folk songs and dhol, of the very brusque language called Gurmukhi, and the beautiful city of Amritsar. Well, dear toastmasters that city is my birth place – a city that gave me life. But the city that gave me a name, my identity, and a chance to realize my 3 little weary epiphanies (out of the many) is saadidil walon ki dilli (our prodigal city - Delhi). When the baby me was to be given a name, it was a plain ea