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I grew up in Hyderabad in a middle-class family that believed education was the greatest gift parents could give their children. We did not have much, but we had books, curiosity, and the quiet confidence that hard work and integrity would eventually create opportunities.
America gave those values room to grow.
When I arrived in the United States, I wasn't trying to become someone else. I was trying to become the best version of myself.
America made that possible.
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For twenty-five years, Microsoft became a place where an immigrant from Hyderabad could dream without limits. I worked alongside brilliant colleagues from every corner of the world, learned from extraordinary leaders, and had the privilege of building platforms and organizations that touched millions of people. I discovered that innovation flourishes when different perspectives come together.
America gave me opportunities I could never have imagined.
Then it gave me something infinitely more precious.
In my forties, my heart began to fail.
The calendar that had once been filled with product reviews and strategy meetings was suddenly filled with hospital visits, procedures, and uncertainty. For eighteen months, a mechanical heart pump kept me alive while I waited for a donor heart.
One January morning, I received a second chance.
A family I will never meet made a selfless decision in the middle of unimaginable loss. Skilled surgeons, compassionate nurses, researchers, and caregivers transformed that gift into years I never expected to have. Every ordinary day since and everyday rituals like a morning walk, dinner with my wife, a conversation with a friend is a reminder that life itself is the greatest opportunity.
That experience changed me.
Earlier this year, I published Hyderabad Days, The code we lived by before we coded, a memoir about growing up in 80s-90s India.
Friends found that amusing. After spending twenty-five years at Microsoft building data platforms, leading engineering teams, and helping shape the future of AI, why write about cricket in dusty lanes, Sunday visits to relatives, Irani cafés, and a city that exists today mostly in memory?
The answer is simple: the farther I traveled, the more I appreciated where I began.
I still love technology and the endless possibilities it creates, but I have come to believe that the most important things we build are not products but people and communities. That belief is why I mentor young leaders, speak to transplant patients, and write books. Hyderabad Days is my way of preserving the memories that shaped me and honoring the place that gave me my first dreams.
People sometimes ask whether I feel more Indian or more American.
I never know how to answer because I have never felt the need to choose.
India lives in my values, my family, my language, and the stories I tell. America lives in the opportunities I was given, the friendships I formed, the career I built, and the life that was quite literally saved.
Today, the world hears the letters "AI" and thinks of artificial intelligence.
I think of something else.
My journey has always been shaped by AI.
A is for America. I is for India.
India gave me roots. America gave me wings.
One taught me where I came from. The other showed me how far I could go.
Everything I have built, every story I write, and every way I try to give back has grown from both. And for that, I will always be grateful.
The writer is a CVP at Microsoft for the last 25 years.
(The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of New India Abroad.)
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