It’s been more than a decade since I got back home and I’m very glad I did.
My first trip was to Australia as a child for two years. Australia was great. We had immigration. We still came back because ‘there is life here’ to quote my mother.
My next trip was to Trinidad for a year as a teenager. Trinidad was awesome. And it was wonderful to come home again.
And then there were the mandatory trips to US (Software), ranging from months to years. We we were happy and excited to go, happy and excited to be there and truly, truly, glad to come home!
So what do I love about India?
The fact that I belong here, even though it is chaotic to say the least.
I don’t know if my existence has benefited this country or any other whether I was in India or outside.
But I have benefited by my time in my country.
True, people don’t follow rules and things are harder here than in other countries. And true that money is so much less.
But I am a child of this soil, born under this sky. And I feel happier at home with my people than in someone else’s home.
For my practice of my religion also, India is better. It is designed well for my sAdhana and for my adhyayana. For me this country is actually divine.
I wouldn’t really like to die in a foreign country.
India is better for an emotional person with sentimental ties to the country, family etc.
It is not about ‘helping India’.
It is about being here and sharing the ups and downs. Living the life here as an Indian.
Living in India is an opportunity shared by 1.2 billion people. It is an experience like no other. It is not easy. But it is just ‘made for me’.