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Riot of Random
So yes I moved to the US. Now
I am just getting back to my normal routine after quite a long time of literally
living in the air and on the wheel. From New York to Seattle, from Chicago to Miami
– it has been a crazy fortnight.
In spite of the
concept of globalization my transition to this new country was full of new
experiences and every day is still full of them. So for now, my next few posts
are going to be full of my expatriate experiences.
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I was a citizen of the
glorified global village. Too much a believer of the concept of India shining. That
was why I was super pissed when an elderly lady at the Frankfurt airport told
me that being able to drink directly from the tap was one of her small joys
after coming from India. And I took a little pride to myself when she had to
take my help because she could not figure out the sensor of the automatic tap
from which she was going to drink.
As I travelled
more I was surprised to see that I was subconsciously agreeing with her. There
were few shocking experiences that made me wonder about the reality. More than
infrastructure, we Indians needed to change ourselves if we really wanted our
country to come out of its forever status of a Developing Third World Nation.
Despite the
common belief that Indians are a friendly lot, I found Indians running away
from each other. I found all of them too busy to Americanize themselves and
trying too hard to shake the Desi tag off. I mean what’s wrong with being an
Indian?
In India I used
to work in an office building which has won several awards in categories like
architecture, infrastructure etc. Yet the restrooms there were almost always
dirty. There were even people who squatted on the toilet seat! Many times I saw
footprints on the seat. Dustbins overflowed with used tissues and the floor was
invariably wet.
But here in the
US even though my offices have a substantial Indian population the restrooms
are sparklingly clean and dry.
What makes me
wonder, if we can behave here, why can’t we back in our own country?
Another thing
which I only heard of but never really experienced was a healthy work culture. People
I work with here come to office sharp at 8:30 in the morning and live by 5 in
the evening. I mean that’s amazing right? Such working hours have always been
my dream back in India. But in India people came in late – 10 sometimes 11 in
the morning, and after numerous tea, snacks and smoking breaks later when they
finally started to work the days already would have yielded to the afternoons.
Indians always
boast of their smartness and the of the Americans’ dumbness, yet it’s the Americans
who keep their surroundings clean, streets free of litter and follow traffic
rules strictly.
Sometimes you
got to wonder what the use of so much of smartness is if it can’t be used for
the betterment of our own lifestyle in our own country. Sometimes you got to
prefer the dumbness. Don’t you?