Born in mother country brewed in her heritage, nurtured by her culture and brought up with her people for years and years, we sometimes take solace in the arms of surrogate mother country who promises advanced lifestyle, high value currency and pledging a healthy career. Enthusiastically, we wave “Bye Bye” assuring our mother country to return back in no time, failing to notice a sarcastic, plaintive yet proud moment in her. The fairy tale begins with, by commanding a sudden respect among our not so kin, friends and family, breathing rejuvenated life in the new found shelter and dousing self in new mom’s culture. Striving to be-friend her children, we try and become one of them and as first measure some of us emulate their accent. Not to mention, varied reasons given for the new emerging style; “It’s easy for them to understand me than before” “It changes automatically you know”. People know they harbour the real reasons in devil’s workshop.
We are very proficient in setting and shaking our own promises. Some of us assure our mother land to return home within stipulated “number” of years and then realising her inability to haggle, clever people gradually increase the numbers and eventually use subjective adjectives like “few” instead of numbers. Here, people do not understand what they want from life, however, know what not to loose and refuse to be vocal about it. As years go by, completely accustomed to the lavishness thrown by new found mother land, we face the ultimate reality check with an opportunity to settle with her deserting the home country. Here we start using phrases like “World is our oyster”, “Its all for the kids”. We give ourselves written to comfort and currency and this is where hypocrisy takes a back seat and truth surfaces.
Shunning our own land completely to embrace the new one for lifetime, invokes a sense of rush, a sense of panic. People once prepared to do anything to mingle with new community, now suddenly feel lost in the middle of the same crowd. Craving to reach back to the roots some emerge forming groups of similar individuals psychologically in sync. People in group begin enjoying regional celebrations together (which in the past they may have preferred valuing it in private). We secretly or candidly extend support to our home country in sports when they compete against our current living land and here we become the perfect ingredient of a confused recipe.
Fine. The million dollar question now is should we go through this painful transition? The answer is – YES why not? There is nothing wrong in going through the transition, but it is not necessary to be made painful. On the other hand, I do not endorse people forgetting heredity and continue acting alien just like they started in the first place. I strongly believe that we can strike a fine balance between what we were born and brought up and what we have become today. People can overcome the insecurities and confront life with immense confidence by being level-headed. I adore people who have clarity in vision about their future, cruise through it successfully, with no regrets whatsoever and preserving their self identity. It’s all gettting cosmopolitan and it’s high time to kill hypocrisy and embrace reality. A wise man once told me “Few papers are not going to decide who we are”. Let us all be honest to self, and others. Never feel embarrassed in the decisions made by you and do not take decisions which will make you feel guilty.
14-Sep-2009
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