I landed in US with an intension to return to my home country in two years.Two years turned four and four turned seven and here I am still hoping to get back really soon. The moment I step out of my house to the time I am back, no matter how well I am being treated as a foreigner, there is a sense of estrangement that is carried with me.
I couldn't even name a state in US before I came here. In the first place I never bothered to distinguish a state and a city when I knew I was coming to St.Louis in early 2002. "Welcome to the world of paper" greeted one of my friend on my first week in the United States. I see the luxury built on the realities of an Indian and heck, I repeatedly hear how tough it is to not have any help with the day-to-day household chores.I strongly condemn but seldom did I express my opinion outright.
Agree there is a lonely spirit haunting every one of us here, but to those of us who manage to be in a group get freed up by the contemplating thoughts each bring to the gathering table. Even the most introvert becomes a social animal here. And despite what is characterized to be a sad atmosphere, we continue to live as an alien group creating so called 'Desi' communities for ourselves. It is strange that we do not realize at the time of taking that first flight, that we are leaving our kith & kin forever to settle in a foreign land.
As for me, I don't want to be dashed by the realities of a common man nor do I want to take my last breathe on a foreign soil. By the time I realize the realities of the my delicate world, I would be so entrenched in the bubble I created for myself that it is hard to escape. There should not be an argument as to which place is better. Certainly we all look out for one thing in common - to be happy. And its not 'the best' that makes one happy but it is what 'one prefers'; so I duly respect others opinion - for and against.
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