For them the
pastures were grey, not greener
I find that every visit abroad leads to a resurgence in my patriotism, as I brace myself to face the tirades of the NRIs against the mother country. They condemn the rotten infrastructure, the declining values, the manipulative tendencies of the people, they feel they cannot accept anything back home at face value. All this can be conceded, since their encounters abroad condition them to a well-oiled system, which functions with integrity and faith, so their frustration can be empathised with. The NRIs have done remarkably well and most of them are symbols of rags-to-riches stories. By sheer hard work they have amassed dollars and pounds, which when they come back to India multiply even more since the dollar/pounds converts to scores of rupees, as they shop before their awestruck relatives.
The NRIs are admires
of the exemplary integrity abroad, which they constantly adulate as
they denigrate our own systems, which according to them have collapsed
long since. What is most interesting is that, these very NRIs have
tampered with the fabric of the very system they admire. For instance,
many run private businesses and yet claim the dole, which is the
When I visited Jaggasí house, there was a general sense of contentment, as they displayed their renovated house replete with all other gizmos and consumerist paraphernalia. Jagga showed of all that he had bought and his wife nodded with glee they were no less than anyone else they knew and were much much superior to the village folk left behind. As they bragged, their children were too busy with the home theatre and computer games, Harjinder Kaur smiled at her sonís prosperity and her English grandchildren, who barely ever spoke to her but the smile never seemed to reach her eyes. Suddenly, Jagga sprung another miraculous feat of his prosperity "now I have another flat but actually itís my motherís". I was impressed that the son had brought a flat for his mother, instead of a glow emerging on her face, the eyes began to brim with tears.
I was taken aback that even this
financial hat-trick of his had not pleased her, as he left the room, she
could not contain herself, "Yes, I do possess a flat, but how? I
was told to tell a pack of lies to the council people, that there is no
space for me in the house and I am not treated properly, so the Social
Security Department has allotted me this", she said. After this,
she burst into tears, she continued, "They uprooted me from the
sunny skies, familiar sounds and open fields and my neighbourhood for
decades. Now they expect me to be in seclusion in a foreign land, since
the children have grown up, just to eventually get possession of another
property". I felt terribly wretched about the whole episode. So
much for Indian culture and family ties we all brag of and the perfect
systems of the West which fascinate our fellow countrymen.