My Roots......
Since Iam so far away from home I frequently think about home and how much I miss it. All the time I was there I didn't realise that it meant so much to me. Some times I feel why even Iam here. Why dont I leave everything and go back. But a small voice inside me tells me that I am here because I wanted to be here-nobody forced me. I came of my own accord to pursue my dreams, to become what I had wanted to become all along.I agree coming here was a big gamble. But is life itself not a bigger gamble?
Anyways why I even started this discussion about home was because I was thinking about people who decide to stay back here in this alien country- forever. I have to agree that Iam not that brave. Also is there even a justifiable enough reason to do this? Dont these people ever feel that they owe their country something? Even if it is very small let it be...Dont they feel that they have some unfulfilled responsiblities and commitments back home. By commitments I do not mean their familial ties.
I didnt know that my country was in to manpower export. And that too export to a country that is already self sufficient in all aspects.WHY? This is the the question that looms up ominously and never ever seems to fade.
Is the lure of money so strong that, you would forget a place that you have spent most of your life growing up?And I would not take crap like "There are no growth opportunities here".There sure are buddy. It is jsut that you either have not opened your eyes to it or you are too thickheaded for that.
That being said you might think why Iam here.Iam here for a purpose and I have every intention of returning to where I belong once Iam done.
And as a footnote I would like to add a few clarifications ;) to my last blog. Well the Stockholm event was nothing but the Nobel Prize ceremony. And the friend whom I was refering to was none other than you Ms.Radhika. Thanx for the compliments.
I guess this has been my longest of blogs. Let me stop drawing from my thought well now lest it not run dry till I get back next time.
Anyways why I even started this discussion about home was because I was thinking about people who decide to stay back here in this alien country- forever. I have to agree that Iam not that brave. Also is there even a justifiable enough reason to do this? Dont these people ever feel that they owe their country something? Even if it is very small let it be...Dont they feel that they have some unfulfilled responsiblities and commitments back home. By commitments I do not mean their familial ties.
I didnt know that my country was in to manpower export. And that too export to a country that is already self sufficient in all aspects.WHY? This is the the question that looms up ominously and never ever seems to fade.
Is the lure of money so strong that, you would forget a place that you have spent most of your life growing up?And I would not take crap like "There are no growth opportunities here".There sure are buddy. It is jsut that you either have not opened your eyes to it or you are too thickheaded for that.
That being said you might think why Iam here.Iam here for a purpose and I have every intention of returning to where I belong once Iam done.
And as a footnote I would like to add a few clarifications ;) to my last blog. Well the Stockholm event was nothing but the Nobel Prize ceremony. And the friend whom I was refering to was none other than you Ms.Radhika. Thanx for the compliments.
I guess this has been my longest of blogs. Let me stop drawing from my thought well now lest it not run dry till I get back next time.
posted by kkiyer at
4:01 AM
1 Comments:
Tee hee, sure sounded familiar.. But not familiar enuf that u'd point it back to ME!! Ha ha.. Nice, thought provoking blog.. So u better keep ur eyes off the local chaps, lest... Well, the *Best Girl* thing still rests unsaid..
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