Remember Clubhouse, the app that rose to popularity during the pandemic and offered those of us in lockdown the comfort of listening to another human’s voice? It was packaged as a by-invitation-only social media outlet with supposedly premium, iOS-only access and threatened to shift the social media hierarchy for a while.My go-to on ClubHouse were the Indian music rooms run by second-generation children of immigrants living on the West Coast of the US, and in Canada. These were mostly non-Hindi speaking 20 and 30-somethings who may have never lived in India, but had picked up a bit of our culture second-hand from their parents who had moved reluctantly for a better life.Early in the mornings, India time, when it was late evening in California, these rooms sprung to life, with accented Hindi voices making sure not one raga was out of place. More beautiful than the songs was the attitude: there was sensitive encouragement, order and joy. Quite the change in the world of social media where trolls play a starring role.It is in one of these rooms that I chanced upon Rishab Sharma, 23: the leather jacket-wearing sitar player from NYC whose disposition was as much a hit with…
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