The American dream for me, growing uprnin India in the 1970s, looked something like the opening credits of Dallas. The block-buster TV series began with a kaleidoscope of big, brassy, sexy images-tracts of openrnland, shiny skyscrapers, fancy cars, cowboy businessmen and the very dreamy Victoria Principal. We watched bootlegged copies of the show, passed around on old Betamax cassettes. America (certainly the CBS soap-opera version of America) seemed dazzling and larger than life, especially set against the stagnant backdrop of India in the 1970s.
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