"The finest British and International education, but with an Indian soul." Right opposite from us was the American International School (now the American Embassy School) . The whole place was sealed off from the Indian environment. Inside the students lived in that artificial smug of Americana. Even the light was imported. It was nothing like the friendly International School in Dar-es Salaam. I imagine the architect of one of these enclosures coming to the buildings of the American International School in New Delhi and sniffing at them like a chef: "To much curry. Get rid of it. More mustard and ketchup aerosol spray, please. More basketball rubber. I want to hear the click of air hockey pucks, the squeak of sneakers on pine. More light-blue denim. Where are the jocks and the cheerleaders? Do we have enough of them. Yes? You, what are you doing here? He looks a bit scrawny. A little too Indian. This ain't India, man. Kick the fucker out....now."
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head