The Neighbour’s Meadows is Always Greener
All that glitters is not gold. But NRI life in the US continues to glitter and that whether it is gold is a subject matter of discussion now.
For some the overseas dream is an escape route from the abject poverty his families are slogging in. For many, it’s a model to follow. It’s mainly due to the way shown by first generation children from people in power. They include political leaders and senior bureaucrats. Interestingly, most of top leaders from the left parties whose day will not pass off without berating the Uncle Sam’s imperialism gleefully bask in the opulence of their NRI children in the US. Display of dollar-induced wealth and alien food and dress styles obviously tend to become a source of envy for the man on the street back in India.
Comparision of lifestyles and virtues as an Indian and a US-based NRI form major part of the stuff in daily discourse for the dream-chasing middle class. I just happen to have had a talk of such sort with an NRI friend a few days ago. The talk covered on question-and-question basis since I failed to resist my temptation to counter the US virtues. The discussion is as follows:-
It’s really a dream land and a land of opportunities and it (US) is unparalleled. Because, all the things considered comfort such as sleek cars, air travels etc in India are necessities in the US.
I feel it pleasure to drop in my wife at her workplace every day and, in return, I see glow in her eyes and an element of contentment in her face. Do you have that?
No way. We go to work in separate cars.
I engaged a domestic help for my wife to relieve her of stress and hard work. Can you?
Impossible. If I do that, it will consume the wage of one of the spouses.
We have a daughter. She received breast-feeding from her mother whenever she felt hungry until she grew up. Can you do that?
How is it possible? Mother has to go to office early in the morning, leaving children in nurseries. They get all such care until the mother returned from work late in the night.
My father died a few years ago in my native village. Although I was away in some other town, I could reach out within a few hours and fulfilled my responsibility as a son in the last rites. Will you that?
No guarantee. Once we leave the US, we are not assured of re-entry in the Trump regime.
(The NRI friend even shared the experience of a fellow NRI. The fellow NRI received information saying his father, a farmer, died. He could not have the `luxury’ of performing the last rites for his father who toiled hard to grow him up throughout his life. After all, paying the father back at least posthumously became a luxury for him in his homeland, although all the luxuries in his native country are necessitates on the foreign soil.
One is devoid of these basic elements in his or her life, what is the meaning of the very life, I wonder.
Trump (US President Donald Trump) is struggling hard to upset the apple-cart. I wish Trump all the best in his endeavours.