I have always floated between the two polar ends of burgerism and being purely Punjabi. I grew under my grandmother’s supervision and she was adamant that I should be fluent in our mother tongue. My mother and uncle on the other hand wished that I spoke in an accent, a burger accent. They believed that it would help me get into top-tier universities, secure good internships. Perhaps, they were right. Today, as a humanities student, I can see through the problematic elements of this ideology. However, with more and more awareness, I, to an exacerbating extent, come to realize how inevitable it is for students to become burgers in order to fit in and not be ostracized for not being anglicized enough. In my capacity, as an artist, I hope to gradually and sneakily slide defiance into the hearts of my dear desi youth and allow them to look at our beautiful and rich culture from my eyes.