Alrighty, so my last post on why Indians (or immigrants, in general) look to settle in foreign lands received just
prashanthks's opinion. Before I rant and rave and raise hell and not shut up about this (oh come on, I do analyze once in a rare while !), I really wanted more opinions and points-of-view on this. One fine morning, as I sat digesting the views of a very close friend, along came
rudugudu's recommendation -
this. A riveting story about one family's journey on the road they call immigration. Starting with a freedom-is-all-mine-single-girl story, Shobha Narayan weaves the tale expertly through subsequent stages of her life - a married woman and then finally, a mother. So there is something in it for everyone who wishes to listen to the story, albeit in a non judgmental manner. It made my heart ache at the end of it - purely because things I related to were described in vivid colour. Yet, it also opened my eyes to the tremendous difference between successive generations in India and how this difference was never so gaping even about twenty years ago. While it is true that one eventually finds what is best for oneself, the bandwagon mentality will never leave us humans and will plague us till we die. Then again, one could actually turn it around to one's advantage. This will thing - quite intriguing, eh ?!