Hum Hindustani!!!

I know this topic seems off color and not appropriate a medium but still…..

Today, I read a very interesting article on ‘Recession’ and being at the eye of that storm. The article began with a very interesting note-though there are major financial woes in the global market the economy is growing in positive; unemployment rate is not that high as a recession tends to make it and by the thumb rule definition, we definitely are not in one. Then why are people calling it ‘Recession’?

The simple answer’ it’s psychological’ .The stories about profit / losses, job cuts etc. etc. cause more and more anxiety and hence general mass assumption-Recession. Then the article mentions about how the to be President of this country could potentially swing the election by capitalizing on this factor. Which made me put on my thinking hat. Growing up in India, and viewing her (read: India) affairs from within, makes one make comparisons of the good, bad and the ugly. I love the system here and definitely feel we should adopt some its best practice, and definitely the same can be said on the opposite side.

Not being unpatriotic in any way, but living here for a while, seeing every system/request being processed efficiently, facilities at one’s door step; makes me wonder why shouldn’t anyone not want to live here-just cause I am an ‘Indian’, my country needs me and that this place is nothing like ‘India’. Honestly, it’s not convincing enough!!!

Then as I drove back home- I realized I listen only to Hindi songs, I go home and watch Hindi movies, read the Times of India by the hour, cook (awesome) Indian food-everything in me has been established as Indian. I cannot change that not because I have lived with for so long but simply because I love it. I love what I get with being an Indian. I feel pain when India loses a cricket match and ecstasy when we got a gold medal. I went and read a recent blog of a friend on the same topic-for the first time her writings made sense to me!!!

It’s the Indian-ism in me that makes the attraction to the motherland; it is so strong that other flaws seem small, irrelevant and solvable. There’s this uncanny pull that makes me want to be there and not here, and of course be a part all that Growth story jazz!!!