Well then, I am back to blogging on this blog after 4 years of absence. Actually I have come full circle back to where I started- India. Touching base has been strange. What could have been had I not moved back from UK to India? This has been a perpetual question buzzing the brains of a lot of well-wishers. Not me. I knew exactly what I was doing when me and my wife arrived on this decision to come and live with our family in India.
Of course the standard of life in a developed nation is far better than toiling in our Bharat mahaan. But it was an airconditioned solitude devoid of love. I loved it when I drove that Audi on the Welsh roads by the Irish sea. Nobody except me seemed to care much. Everthing was heavenly except one little omission- nobody from our family could be seen around anywhere. The paradise was full of thin-lipped strangers.
Now when I am back in the hunt in my old playground, everyone who is concerned (falsely or otherwise) asks if my pockets are full. I am shocked and pained not because I have little currency to flaunt, but by the disgust and surprise they display after knowing the truth about my monetary worthlessness.
I have only one thing to say: I was happier even then, when I was leading a life on my own terms and those with fuller pockets now were slogging away their days and nights to fill their coffers with minimum wages. I am happy now when I have come back to my own country as a man and those 'rich' slaves are still serving those unknown people in a foreign nation.
My exile has ended. I wish luck to those still on a run!
Hersh
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