he is ashamed of his Indian roots, he converted his religion,
But that is the crux of the problem. The "Brasht" concept that divides "Indic" culture and keeps it from advancing. The 2 ideas above are, at least since January 26, 1950, supposed to be completely separated. But even today, an outsider, POTUSBO, has to come and lecture 'young' Indians that the real beauty of the Constitution devised and staunchly defended all these years by BHARATIYAS guarantees that people can 'convert' from any religion to anything else, and be the best of BHARATIYAS.
Look, if PiyushBhai were really 'ASHAMED' of his 'Indian roots', he would have renamed himself "Bawbie Jigndauleaux" and guaranteed himself at least half the votes of the French-Americans in Lousiana. He had that right, same time as he decided to sort-of not be called Piyush. BUT.. let us get his story from an impeccable source: ESQUIRE Magazine: and if u click on this link, you will not b disappointed: the ad at the top will take u
(I presume...I would not go there from the kitchen table) to the story of Charlotte XXX, start of someone's Miss Nude SuperBowl Ad.
If Jindal inherited his looks from his mother, he may well have inherited his drive from his father, who reminded his sons every day how lucky they were to live in America.
Amar Jindal grew up in northern India during the chaotic years that followed the partitioning of India and Pakistan. The family lived in a remote farming community that was backward even by Indian standards — the main source of fuel for cooking and heat was dried cow dung. Amar's mother was illiterate. His father was educated to the fifth grade. In time, Amar graduated with a degree in civil engineering from Punjab University. He married a classmate's sister, Raj; she had a master's degree.
The Jindals settled into graduate-student housing near LSU. In the eyes of an immigrant, Louisiana in 1971 was paradise on earth. There were abundant oil and gas reserves, thriving industry, major ports, multiple railroads, jobs aplenty, the guarantee of schooling for all. Amar got a good job with one of the railroads; Raj switched from nuclear physics to the budding field of computer science and was hired by the state of Louisiana as one of its first IT people. (Thirty years later, she is still working in the same department. Technically, Bobby is her boss.)
Jindal remembers his parents always working hard. For a time the family had no car; they rode the bus everywhere. Amar took great pains to be home at night to read to his son before bed, something Bobby now tries to do with his own children. Supriya complains that Bobby's version of monster hide-and-seek gets the kids riled up at bedtime. (All three children sleep together in one room, right next door to the master. You get the picture of a little family camped out in only a few rooms upstairs in a huge old mansion.) After his own bus rides home from work, Amar didn't have quite so much energy. Frequently, it would be he who fell asleep during story time. Bobby would pad out and dutifully report to his mother: Dad's asleep. "I thought I was putting him to bed," Bobby recalls with a smile.
Jindal remembers his father being disappointed with A's — it had to be A-pluses. As a youngster, Bobby competed in tennis tournaments, but later he would turn entrepreneurial, starting a computer newsletter, a retail candy business, and a mail-order software company. He also worked the concessions at LSU football games, and rooting for the Tigers remains a passion to this day. Jindal has said that when he was growing up, there were "several" other Asian Indian families in the Baton Rouge area and that he was raised in a "strong Hindu culture." Because there was no temple in town, the Jindals worshipped at the homes of friends. Jindal has spoken of attending weekly pujas, reading the Vedic scriptures, and making trips back to India to visit relatives. At the same time, he said recently during a conversation in the back of his SUV as he was driven through Baton Rouge, "my parents, and my mom especially, were adamant that, 'Look, we made the decision to come to America, our kids are Americans, they should grow up fully American.' If you look at our childhood, it was pretty typical of a whole lot of other children's childhoods."
The Jindals lived in a series of apartments for nearly seven years, until the birth of Bobby's younger brother, Nikesh. Today, Nikesh Jindal is a thirty-year-old lawyer in Washington. He went to Dartmouth and Yale — "Quite a shock for a southern boy," he said on the phone recently with a chuckle. Unlike Bobby, he has no southern accent. Nikesh remembers fondly the family's one-story, three-bedroom house in a "small little neighborhood where you knew all the people on the street." When asked if his family ever got together with other Hindu families to worship during holidays, Nikesh, who has never before been interviewed, became flustered. "I'll have to think about it and get back to you on that," he said. (All requests for an interview with Amar and Raj Jindal were declined.)
Bobby Jindal entered Baton Rouge Magnet High School at age thirteen. At the time, the school system in the city was under a controversial desegregation order; while the LSU community lent some diversity, Baton Rouge was still very much a part of the Old South. Jindal said that he never once experienced prejudice as a youth. "Before I went to college, I didn't realize not everybody grew up the way we do in south Louisiana." (The postings on popular desi Web sites often seem at odds with Jindal's own experience, especially from those raised in the South.)
The magnet school attracted the best students, and Jindal was one of the stars. "He always had his eye on, first of all, where he wanted to go, and second, how he was going to get there," said Fred Aldrich, a former teacher. "He was very — I don't want to use the word clever, because that's a cheap word. I think he was very good at analyzing what will work and then going out and doing it."
Around this time, Jindal began questioning his faith. It began when his best friend, Kent, a born-again Baptist, gave him a Bible with his name embossed on the front in gold letters. The two buddies would spend hours in serious religious debate; Jindal delved into both the Bible and the Bhagavad Gita, arming himself with scriptural ammo.
Soon Jindal began dating a girl named Kathy. Cute and blond, she was Catholic. According to Jindal's writings, their relationship began on the top floor of a downtown hotel after a high school dance. That night, in between their attempts to toss quarters into the large ornamental fountain twenty-two stories below, Kathy told Bobby that "she wanted to be a lawyer so she could serve on the Supreme Court and stop the country from killing babies." With Kathy, Jindal attended his first Roman Catholic mass. "I was probably the first teenager who ever told his parents he was going to a party so that he could sneak off to church," he wrote later, in one of a series of essays on his religious awakening he published in a Catholic magazine, the New Oxford Review. A teacher who knew both students in high school remembers that the couple's relationship ended badly due to parental concern on both sides about the differences in their cultures and religions.
By the end of high school, Kent's simple fundamentalism had won out over the saints and rituals of the Romans. The exact moment can be traced to the intermission of a religious musical Jindal attended. The youth minister showed a "crude black-and-white film" depicting the crucifixion. "Suddenly, God was tangible," Jindal wrote. "Seeing Christ's sacrifice convicted me of my sinfulness and my need for a savior... I asked seriously who was I that my Lord should suffer for my sake."
Because he feared the "inevitable confrontation with my very unsympathetic Hindu parents," Bobby simply didn't tell them. He found refuge in his closet, where he studied the Bible by flashlight. In his writings, he would later compare his situation to that of the earliest Christians, worshipping in caves, "hiding from government persecution."
Sorry, there are 3 more pages of that, but please forgive me for not going there, I have just eaten breakfast.
To sum it up, the guy is an American politician and a fairly accomplished administrator. His teacher had it absolutely right:
"He always had his eye on, first of all, where he wanted to go, and second, how he was going to get there," said Fred Aldrich, a former teacher. "He was very — I don't want to use the word clever, because that's a cheap word. I think he was very good at analyzing what will work and then going out and doing it."
If you want to do a fundamentalist's fundas, u better b known as a 'fundamentalist' urself. I wouldn't write that in the comments column of ESQUIRE bcoz it may be misconstrued, and me as pure as the snow that falls on the pakistans in Ulan Bator!
Now back to the problem under discussion. As they say,
There are 10 kinds of ppl.
Those who divide ppl into 1 and 0
and those who don't.
The reason I went to search for this, is to answer the question: What is the official name on the citjenship documents of the Gubrnor of LA?
IMO, Yindoos in particular, need to get out of the mode of being the 1st kind. Don't want 2 vote 4 Jindal 4 POTUS, don't. I wouldn't if I were voting, but because I get worried about the FLOTUS and FGFOPOTUS, not so much the POTUS who may actually know how to balance a budget and completely go back on all his promises if the Opinion Polls so demand, per his Govrnor record. I am now beginning to realize that Bawbie only rules the various departments not the MOHAWG of Lousiana. Wonder if there are any precedents for the POTUS appointing the FLOTUS or FGFOPOTUS to the SCOTUS, but I would not want to find out.
P.S. Shreeman, Haley is Govrnor of S. Carolina not Southern California. A Peach, not a Nut.
Plus, if u want to know why his parents refuse 2 b interviewed, see p. 1. He can and probably would fire them both.
Last point I want to make (it IS causing me deep distress 2 b spending my time supporting this guy):
If he really wanted to ERASE the Piyush name, he could have done so when he turned 21, by which time he was way into fundoostan. Clearly he has not. So hu r v to sit in judgement of his true feelings, assuming career politicians have some such things?