"Life is Calling"—Page 2
After a decade of rapid growth, Mangalore is now a provincial city with a population of more than half a million. Back in 1991, when I left, about 300,000 people lived there. It was a somewhat larger version of any of the towns that dotted the Indian coastline from Goa to Kerala: hot, hilly, carpeted in coconut palms, and not fully comfortable with the late 20th century (movie theaters, for example, were still called "talkies"). Mangaloreans lived with their extended families in great tiled mansions built by their grandfathers. They went to the schools their fathers had gone to, wearing the uniforms their brothers had worn. It was a modest town. The only immoderate thing about it was monsoon season, which blasted us from June through September each year, flooding roads and closing down schools.

The population was mostly Hindu, but there were large Catholic and Muslim minorities. Young men of all religions were united by shared values of hard work, enterprise, and a desire to get out of Mangalore as quickly as possible. There were no jobs in town—unless you wanted to work in the local tile-making or beedi-rolling factories—and so even the most sluggish youth would eventually crawl over to Bangalore, the state capital; others went to Bombay, Dubai or the U.S. My brother left when he was 18. I left when I was 16. Many of those who got out never returned. There was no need to go back because the place never seemed to change.

But the past decade has seen extraordinary change—and extraordinary excess—in Mangalore. Although the city is full of new shopping malls and apartment buildings, the defining excess—and this is quintessentially Indian—has been in education. Mangalore had one medical college when I left; it now has five. In addition, the city has at least four dental colleges and 14 physiotherapy colleges; an additional 350 schools, colleges and polytechnics are listed in its yellow pages. Every Mangalorean entrepreneur, it seems, has moved into the education business. Dining at my favorite hotel of the old days, Srinivas, I noticed that it too had set up colleges for physiotherapy and hotel management.

A lot of the new colleges, predictably, focus on computer education. Many young Mangaloreans have gone to Bangalore to join India's high-tech industry, and local colleges tempt young recruits with the prospect of rewards that would have been inconceivable before the outsourcing boom. An ad for one of the new polytechnics features a handsome young Westerner, and a caption that says: HE IS A NETWORK AND SECURITY ADMINISTRATOR. HE DRAWS MORE THAN $80,000 P.A. GET SERIOUS—THIS COULD BE YOU!

Of course, most of these $80,000-per-annum jobs are not found in Mangalore, but even within town there are fresh options for young graduates. A few outsourcing companies have opened shop there, including tech giant Infosys, and more are on their way. A flood of new money has arrived, thanks to the combination of outsourcing jobs, fee-paying college students from around India, surging real estate prices, and expatriate remittances. As a result, many locals have suddenly become middle class, upper-middle class, or even rich. Of course, they need ways to announce this good fortune to others. The new apartment buildings, which are generally ugly and unimaginative, are sold as status symbols and given fancy names like Lexington Manor. One ad for "premium luxury apartments" promises: IF YOU'RE IN LIMELIGHT, THIS SUITS YOU THE BEST. AND IF YOU'RE NOT, THIS PUTS YOU IN LIMELIGHT.

It's easy to laugh at such pretensions, and easy to mourn the disappearance of the graceful houses where most Mangaloreans used to live. But I remember what it was like in those mansions, how your one desire was to get out and live in your own place. Everyone had wanted this independence, but few had achieved it back then: it had taken my family half a decade to build a home of our own, even though my father was a well-paid surgeon. Things were different now: everyone seemed to own their own place. And when friends and relatives saw me, the first thing they did was invite me to see their home.

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