“Of Dubai and the Ways”
My bags packed, my mother in tears, I boarded the
flight to Dubai, for a one year stint in the Dual Country Program of IMT,
Ghaziabad. A bit apprehensive about the journey, about the rules (mind you too
many) and of course, actually residing there.
Dubai, well, is majestic, (as projected). Fast cars,
awesome buildings, awesome people, and of course, high living, are typical of
Dubai. It’s actually very simple here- spend some AEDs, and you can enjoy life.
The Government is cool, once a while a Sheikh overlord gets all overjoyed, and
cancels all the loans. Moreover, for the gizmo freaks, there are umpteen discounts
(compared to your country), a GITEX (gizmo trade show) that hands out free
iPads, air conditioned buses, and even air conditioned bus stops!!
For a young man, Dubai has nearly everything, from
jobs (yup a bit difficult now), to cars, even blonds. But if you a
sentimentalist like me (maybe a mentalist like me), something is amiss. Don’t
know why, but that Indian in me never stops whispering, that this could much
better, this could have been tweaked a little, basically, something is missing.
What is it?? I guess it’s that feeling of Indianess
which you cannot get anywhere. Imagine, in Dubai, to take a roundabout, you have
to first drive half a kilometer for a U-turn, and then come back. Back in our
land, we just slowed our speed, looked for a cop, and then sped away. Wrong, I
know, but didn’t we all do it. Or maybe remember the late night “Dhaba wali
Chai”, which you can’t get in Dubai’s Hilton. Here, my fellow batch mates go
out to stare at the “Firangs”, in their short clad clothing. India, with those
elegant suit clad girls, wins my vote for sure!!
Well jokes aside, I guess you never really adjust in
a different country. You’ll like it there, work there, in fact is successful
there, but in the end, India is India. Isn’t it???
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