A glimpse into the mind of a Desi immigrant in Canada.
‘Eweeeee What’s that smell?!’ An all too familiar outrage when our mothers or grandmothers cooked something in Desi ghee (clarified butter). Those were fleeting interactions with the word ‘desi’ in my childhood. As I grew older, doctors began piping the benefits of eating pure, unadulterated food, so Desi (organic) chickens and eggs were now the rave.
After moving to Canada, I realized that Desi wasn’t just about food. Desi could have as many interpretations as the fight against terrorism. Chickens were not the only ones upholding the prestigious title. I was a desi too.
Desi (Brown-skinned) – anthesis of the word Gora (white-skinned)
When you look up Desi in the dictionary it says: South Asian, esp. Indian. People from the Pakistani, Indian, Sri-Lankan and Bangladeshi descent have simultaneously been whipped into a multi-layer Desi cake. Our accents and languages, skin color, food, clothes,culture and beliefs are conveniently defined…
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