young Indians always dream studying and working abroad.The paradox that dreaming is more happier than being actually in a foreignland.
What a contradictory statement that iam giving!. My friend Dr.Ramakanth almost yells at me
"everybody seems to be happy and having a gala time but whats wrong with you? you look in the pink but your statement throws a sence of discomfort and unhappyness,why?"
ok now listen to me he says " you have stirred my curiosity and please dont fail to justify your statement"
When I look back in to the long road that I have traveled- other end seems to be very far that I cant go back for ever .sometimes I remember old English poem by Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler,
long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better
claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference
I wrote to Ramakanth dear friend other day you wanted me to talk about my ten years experiances away from India if you have the patience please read-----my story abroad begins here
Unlike many other wealthy young Indian youths who aspires for higher eduction in well known universities abroad I did not dream for that since my parents were not rich enough to accomodate the demands of the universities abroad,fact is that I never dreamt anything beyond the horrizon .
when I had to be in Banglaore for my degree I was always waiting for the moment to get back to our sweet family home in coorg. which is wedged between the serene greenery of western ghats.It is in heggala sitting on the edge from where the land drops to 200 feet sea level from the lofty 3400 feet,due to the sheer prominece we almost had fog gliding through our windows most of the days of mansoon....one can just imagine the beauty of the nature where my house is cocooned.
....during my high school days , I still remeber the days when we used to get back home half drenched shivering ...the moment I reach home I just used to leave my cloths to dry near the fire place where my mom always used to light the charcoal to keep the house worm and dry. The pleassure I used to get by sitting near the kitchen firewood fire while sipping the black coffee was incredible. Then comes the Mansoon break- the break that really needed where we could help our parents during transplantation of rice crops.working in the wetland used to be different experience every moment was a moment of learning as my dad was a teacher I always indulged in a converstaion with him at work ,our discussion topics used to be everything from a Star to Mountains ,then to history.When he was ploughing the land using his beloved cattles Subramani and Manikka I used to squat on the on the walking ridgeways(airy) some times having fun by seeing the small grass blodes voilently switching directions and moving swiftly in the direction of wind when thier lower inward bent was used like a sail.the play continues some times just by splashing water, diging in the muddy marshy soil all were the part of everydays business all these activities were carreid out most of the time with a big black umbrella. Some times I used to spend time all alone watching differnt types of Dragon flies and admire its splendid colours and astonishing flying ability (that used to perch on the grass blades or on coffee palnts)......Rainy seasons in coorg always remembered with the flavours of different types of mangos..with my cousins we used to look for ripend mangos by climbing trees like Monkeys ( sujecting ourselves to the danger of folling down as the tree trunks used to slippery due to the thick growth of mosses(paachi or paamangi)fuelled by the rain.....once we start eating the mangos right on top the tree using the crude primate method one could have a wild imagination of peeping back in to the life of our ancestor primate...but we were thougtless with only one goal for that moment to enjoy the taste of the mango fully untill our stomachs are full.WOW the mangos ,jackfruits,oranges,prunes,passion fruits..pamelo moosambis...everything with in our estate...just imagine the wonder time that I have spent ..in coorg. if there is a place that is like a heaven for me in this earth there it is .......In my coorg. I miss all these when I see my Son getting aquainted with Screaming jumping,Playing video games.....My Dad tells me in my secluded luxurious appartment- gone are the days Son...December Iam getting back to India please send your son with me...let him atleast breath the smell of the holly soil learn our culture feel our people ... this is the time he should atleast know why his dad and grandpa always finds a eternel peace in the Sacred place of my ancestors ......
Dear Ram for me the most beautiful place in this world is none other than my coorg......... ....
When I first arrived in Columbo Srinka..that was the first time I set my foot in a foreign land on my own..I was just transiting in Katunayke Airport, still had to get out of the airport for a days stay ...It was a fun n joy I loved it as a stayed in one of the best of the resort in Srilanka...the Golden Sandi Resort.The private beach is pristine.The sounds of the waves which keeps tickling your ears in regular intervals was soothing and relaxing.
Next day afternoon I was arrived in KL international airport.The Airport was flashy the beauty of the airport infrastructure makes one to stand still.The concept of the massive airport was the co-existance of rainforest and the modern building ...no wonder why the airport won most beautiful airport for few times.
I was greatly impressed by the infrastructure..where the man made things co-existed with the nature .
over the years I found my self working in a airline industry it gave me great oppertunity to experience the different cultures, exotic cusines.It was very exiting initially but over the period as the time passed I found my self lost in the midst of synthetic world where nothing is natural initial eitment lost its appeal now iam in jucture of retracing the routes.I lest my son would forget or even fail to understand our own culture.
After being exposed to various several cutures and societies my love for India and coorg tremendously increased.I have some great hope that our culture ultimatly thrives .......Hoping for good luck waiting for that day
with eternal love for my Motherland Coorg India.
