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When Expatriates Talk

4/5/2018

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Did I hear someone say that when a good Indian -- or a good Chinese for that matter -- dies, he or she is reborn in New York?
 
I would have thought that a hyperbole. No longer. Every middle-aged professional I have talked to in India recently would rather have a job or consulting assignment in the US. Every young person I encounter seems to aspire to a US life style, preferably in New York. No matter that our planet cannot sustain a billion Indians, living the American way, let alone another billion Chinese. That is still the persistent, impossible dream.
 
Along with this comes a curious view of expatriate Indians who live in Valhalla.
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Many more people in India now can afford to visit the US. No surprise that some want to stay back. Like immigrants from other lands, some do well and achieve distinction. As doctors, engineers, technologists, and even as scholars, writers and artists. Many more, of course, have to struggle and struggle hard. To speak a new language, to fit into a new society, to adjust to a radically different culture. It takes them years, sometimes decades, to settle down.
 
Mukherjee worked in an ill-paid but prestigious government job in Kolkata, where I met him. His brother persuaded him to move to New York. He looked months for a job, but the only ones that he found made him feel powerless and insignificant, compared to his job in India. He had more money, a better place to live, but he felt unhappy. After sixteen months, he went back to India.
 
Kejriwal was an electric engineer, who had taken to computers and developed an interest in cybersecurity. He came to Boston to do a course, then persuaded a local software company to hire him. He sweated in entry-level jobs for some years before he got an opening, proved himself steadily and rose to head his department. He misses his relatives and an easy life in India, but he is affluent and successful in his new land.
 
Rajan, who shortened his long Tamil name, came to study in San Diego, later joined a large consulting group, became a manager and, eight years later, left the job to start his own company. It was a quick success. In hardly five years the firm was a major force, a principal government contractor, and Rajan was an acknowledged titan on the west coast.

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In a way, Mukherjee, Kejriwal and Rajan represent the spectrum of immigrants from the east in quest of their destiny in the New World. Some fail; they return or quietly live out their days in a land they forever regard as alien and unfriendly. Some others, even if they don’t quite feel they ‘belong,’ labor on mightily, achieve affluence, gain reputation and become admired members of their society. Also, there are some others, who come to spectacular success, make a fortune, attain political prominence, and go on to Warhol’s fifteen-minute fame. They have realized the legendary American dream.
 
These emigrés visit their motherland from time to time, to visit friends and relatives, to perform family chores or simply to assuage their nostalgia. In talking to others, doubtless they gloss over their pains and problems and speak more of their accomplishments. Their listeners get to hear of their large houses, fancier cars, newer gadgets and holiday trips. Unintended, the emigré visits take on the semblance of victory laps.

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Unintended too, they evoke a curious reaction of envy for the local boy or girl who made good, thanks to a lucky break, compared to the many who wanted but never got a visa. Neither as a student or trainee or instructor or course participant, nor, more riskily, as a tourist. Earlier, I visited India rarely, only as a part of the international jobs I held in the US; but now that I visit the country annually and write columns regularly for several publications, I am beginning to sense the reaction in interesting ways.
 
First is the skepticism that anybody in the diaspora knows enough to talk about the mother country. This is strange, given how easy it is for anybody abroad to access facts and news about the country. Then there is the resentment that anybody, who is living comfortably overseas, not enduring the ills of living in the country, should have the gumption to speak about the country’s problems. I have seen carping reference to people abroad who have dared to speak out, even though they are scrupulous scholars and visit India repeatedly. The assumption seems to be that one must always be in India to have the right to comment on Indian affairs. These critics would have been outraged by a comment I heard recently from Mario Vargas Llosa that in writing a great novel about his homeland, Peru, he prefers to sit and write it in Paris or Madrid. His point is that quality improves when spiritual proximity combines with physical distance to filter passion with objectivity.

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​I have taken it for granted that some will always begrudge me the right to say anything on what happens in India, on the ground that I am often in the Middle East or North and Central America or I live comfortably in a Washington home, no matter what effort I make to explore or understand an issue. But when that grudge masquerades as patriotic fervor or doubles as an effort to protect a sacred cow, I would not really mind some fisticuffs in the media.

4 Comments
Kalyan Shah
4/5/2018 12:22:26

This is the most realistic picture of Indians or Chinese or for that matter any third world country who aspire to go to US

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Manish
4/6/2018 09:23:11

Thank you, Kalyan, for your kind comment.

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G,S,Subramanian link
4/6/2018 07:10:06

Thanks Manik da for the wonderful write up on Expats. I have been trying to understand their mindset sitting far away here in India. My images are drawn from people I have met and my own family circle. My third book 'Autumn Leaves' is focused on the drifting away of relationships from generation to generation - This book deals with the reality of aging and loneliness; the reality of moving away from relationships and the disintegration of what was once a family unit. It also explores the renewed search for roots in the generation to follow. Your post has enthused me to explore more and be as closer to the truth as possible. I am also a blogger and have been for the last several years.

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Manish
4/6/2018 09:25:22

Thanks. I am glad that it gave you some understanding of expatriates.
I appreciate your comment.

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