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        deeply with their parents but that they themselves could not draw upon to
        articulate their hybrid identities. Well into their teenage years, Bollywood
        films, film music, and indeed all things Indian were embarrassing. How-
        ever, their tastes as well as modes of valuing Bollywood changed dramati-
        cally when they entered college and encountered a larger, if still marginal to
        the mainstream, Desi cultural space in which Bollywood songs, as remixed
        dance tracks, for instance, were deemed “cool.” In one-on-one interviews
        that I conducted with each one of these entrepreneurs, they all narrated a
        similar story of coming to terms with Bollywood. Here is how Acharia-Bath
        explained it:

           I spent my whole life balancing two cultures. In terms of life at home, my
           parents were not hugely traditional. But they were very Indian. We’re Pun-
           jabis, we eat Punjabi food, and when I walked out of my house, I really
           shed most of that. I wanted to be like an English girl. I even used the name
           Angela, I was very anglicized. I’d come home and listen to my mum’s Bol-
           lywood or Zee TV or whatever, but when I went out, that just wasn’t part
           of my life at all. I remember shunning a lot of Indian music and Bollywood
           music, being embarrassed by it, because that’s what my friends made me
           feel. They didn’t make me feel like it was cool or interesting. They were like
           what’s that funny music or what’s that funny food. I was embarrassed about
           it, ’cause it was different. So I kind of let go of most of my Indian heritage
           during my high school years. But secretly I loved it, I remember loving it.
           And I remember walking into this club in London—when I was in col-
           lege—and seeing a sea of Indians, and black kids and white kids, it was just
           this multicultural mish mash and this melting pot. I walked in and saw
           this guy—who would become my husband actually!—mixing bhangra and
           hip-hop. And I remember going ahh, this is amazing, this is really cool,
           and this is really happening. And I could just see this multicultural sea of
           kids just enjoying the music, and it wasn’t just Indians, I remember seeing
           some of the friends from my village saying this is really cool. This is the
           music that my parents listen to, this is the music that my friends thought
           was funny. But being in a different environment and embracing the music
           made it okay. I remember this defining moment.

        Acharia-Bath’s account of growing up in England, initially under pressure
        to shun Desi markers but gradually coming to terms with her sense of self
        and belonging in a larger Desi community echoes comments from a range of
        Indian American youth that Sunaina Maira has documented in her ethnog-
        raphy of Desi culture in New York City. The stories I heard from these three
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