As my H1B visa expires this month , i am forced to go back in time when I was all set to cherish the american untill the last moment.
That day I had gone to office and the plan was to put down the paper Which in fact I did.
Suddenly my mobile buzzed. It was my mother who wanted to inform me about my father who was not keeping well. I disconnected the call and immediately left the office for home which is 700 kms away.
It was during that forced vacation, I had decided not to leave the country. Since I was the only one in family financially capable of handling any situation.
Having said that , family affinity was not the sole reason that had changed my mind.
I have few like minded friends here who thought we must be in India and witness the giant stride it was making, rather that stay outside and discuss the old Doordarshan serials with friends from indian dispora
community.
The commonwealth games (Brasht mandal khel) was four years ahead and I also wanted to witness that. Several flyovers came up with time accross NH8 as tangible signs as well.
I was happy and wanted to contribute too.
I also had unfinished dreams. I was 26 , so I wanted to write civil services which ended after 3 unsuccessful attempts.
Then I ventured into writing. Which by no means was upto the mark. My first novel could not be published as several other titles had hit the stands already and I didnt had any new chetan bhatat-ish story to tell.
Every known publishing house has atleast 200 manuscript in their queue and thus one always get negative reply. The ones that are little known ask for 'self publish' or 'publish in partnership' which means paying anything from 40K to 100K to their pockets.
After 3 years When I look back , I am not too happy about that.
The city has become a complete mess
That day I had gone to office and the plan was to put down the paper Which in fact I did.
Suddenly my mobile buzzed. It was my mother who wanted to inform me about my father who was not keeping well. I disconnected the call and immediately left the office for home which is 700 kms away.
It was during that forced vacation, I had decided not to leave the country. Since I was the only one in family financially capable of handling any situation.
Having said that , family affinity was not the sole reason that had changed my mind.
I have few like minded friends here who thought we must be in India and witness the giant stride it was making, rather that stay outside and discuss the old Doordarshan serials with friends from indian dispora
community.
The commonwealth games (Brasht mandal khel) was four years ahead and I also wanted to witness that. Several flyovers came up with time accross NH8 as tangible signs as well.
I was happy and wanted to contribute too.
I also had unfinished dreams. I was 26 , so I wanted to write civil services which ended after 3 unsuccessful attempts.
Then I ventured into writing. Which by no means was upto the mark. My first novel could not be published as several other titles had hit the stands already and I didnt had any new chetan bhatat-ish story to tell.
Every known publishing house has atleast 200 manuscript in their queue and thus one always get negative reply. The ones that are little known ask for 'self publish' or 'publish in partnership' which means paying anything from 40K to 100K to their pockets.
After 3 years When I look back , I am not too happy about that.
The city has become a complete mess
