Inconvenience In Progress, Work Is Regretted.

In Terms Of Formal Education, I May Somewhat Lacking. I Never Finished School. I Am A Self-taught Entrepreneur, That's The Best Kind There Is, Trust Me

A Rich Man's Body Is Like A Premium Cotton Pillow, White And Soft And Blank. ''ours'' Is Different. My Father's Spine Was A Knotted Rope, The Kind That Women Use In Villages To Pull Water From Wells; The Clavicle Curved Around His Neck In High Relief, Like A Dog's Collar; Cuts And Nicks And Scars, Like Little Whip Marks In His Flesh, Ran Down His Chest And Waist, Reaching Down Below His Hip Bones Into His Buttocks. The Story Of A Poor Man's Life Is Written On His Body, In A Sharp Pen.

In My Family, As In Most Middle-class Indian Families I Knew When I Was Growing Up, Science And Mathematics Were Held In Awe.

Columbia University, Where I Went To Study In 1993, Insisted Its Undergraduates Learn A Foreign Language, So I Discovered French.

See, The Poor Dream All Their Lives Of Getting Enough To Eat And Looking Like The Rich. And What Do The Rich Dream Of?? Losing Weight And Looking Like The Poor.