Everyone these days wants to come to the US... Me too was excited about coming here... and everyone in my family was oh so proud. But reality hits when you get off the plane and walk into the airport. You are in awe of the huge airport, the massive buildings, the system in general. Everything is great in the beginning. Then you reach your hotel room or where ever it is you are going to be staying. You are all by yourself. Don't know anyone (you are lucky if you have people here), don't know anything. You feel lost.
This is where you start thinking of all the things you left back home. Your folks, friends, dog... you miss the smell of the wet mud when it first starts to rain. You miss rushing in the morning so that you get your 8:10 train to work.
What is so great about this part of the world that everyone is so attracted to it? Why do people give up everything back home to come here? Well, one part is the amount of money you make here. No one can deny that... but at the end, you miss what you left behind.
You spend all your day in office in front of the Computer screen, then you get back home and cook food, and you are back in front of the screen...waiting for your loved one to come online so that you can tell them about your day and ask them how their's was...
Here friends become family. In this land of opportunity, you come across so many different people away from home...all here with one purpose to make something of themselves. Some tired of the way things are back home... but at the end of the day we are left with a feeling of emptiness, loneliness... we may not say it, but all miss the chai ki tapri and wada pav... the road side chinese and tandoor... the bhel puri and the katta where we used to hang out with our friends... the times we spent with our family... all the small little things that we used to take for granted in our day to day lives... we miss all that... and hope that soon we will go back to all that.
Till then lets just enjoy the pizza and the burger and have a sip of the machine made coffee while we wait for our loved ones to come online, so that we can tell them how our day has been just like the one we had when we first arrived here...to tell them that we miss them and love them and hope to see them soon.
Long live the american dream.
This is where you start thinking of all the things you left back home. Your folks, friends, dog... you miss the smell of the wet mud when it first starts to rain. You miss rushing in the morning so that you get your 8:10 train to work.
What is so great about this part of the world that everyone is so attracted to it? Why do people give up everything back home to come here? Well, one part is the amount of money you make here. No one can deny that... but at the end, you miss what you left behind.
You spend all your day in office in front of the Computer screen, then you get back home and cook food, and you are back in front of the screen...waiting for your loved one to come online so that you can tell them about your day and ask them how their's was...
Here friends become family. In this land of opportunity, you come across so many different people away from home...all here with one purpose to make something of themselves. Some tired of the way things are back home... but at the end of the day we are left with a feeling of emptiness, loneliness... we may not say it, but all miss the chai ki tapri and wada pav... the road side chinese and tandoor... the bhel puri and the katta where we used to hang out with our friends... the times we spent with our family... all the small little things that we used to take for granted in our day to day lives... we miss all that... and hope that soon we will go back to all that.
Till then lets just enjoy the pizza and the burger and have a sip of the machine made coffee while we wait for our loved ones to come online, so that we can tell them how our day has been just like the one we had when we first arrived here...to tell them that we miss them and love them and hope to see them soon.
Long live the american dream.
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