Simply Speaking NRI - Non Resident' or 'Not Returning' Indian?

It’s been quite some time I posted something to this place - Yahh no post after my marriage, rht ? lol I was in honey moon and no time to spend on blogs :-) LoL. Of course true to some extend as it was beginning days of our new life and we tried to spend time for outing in off office hours and in addition to that put myself for some techie blog (www.orachat.com) ... " Hey Rupesh, so now your honey moon is over and back with blogs ? ? " No actually, some free time now...

Hey hey...I am waiting for her to come back from vacation :-) Shoooo meantime I will write something about my NRI life .....


NRI - How would you define it? Is it Non Resident Indian or Not Returning Indian? I am sure only an individual NRI knows what truly defines him or her. I would like to think of me as a Non Resident Indian. I would like to say I'll be glad to return to India anytime. It is home folks! Don't you agree? Thinking deeper though, my thoughts waver...

I am missing my country and I remember those days.. it is the childhood India I long for. The days when achan,amma and chechi were around, when Amma pack the lunch for school, when I was carefree with my friends... when we did not hesitate to eat from the street vendors, learnt to ride the broken rental bicycles, when we did not mind the heat of the day, the sweating afternoons, the frequent power failures, when we did not care for the fashionable clothes, new brand mobile phones, variety shoes..., when snow was only a dream and aircondition was a luxury, when we only relied on hand written letters for communications with far away family, when I was lean and never felt fat(evn not much now), when I was full of dreams for metropolitan cities, when I had no clue what marriage meant, what life is all about... those are the days I want to return to - that's the India my home!

Please do not get me wrong. I love UK!! After all it was my dream to get in to a good job, my earnest prayer, my sincere ambition to study my MBA in UK(still awaiting). I would have never felt I achieved anything in life if I had never had a chance to come to Bangalore and then to UK.

England - A beautiful beautiful place (yes, I intentionally used beautiful twice as I feel one word is not sufficient to fully define the beauty of this place - my wife always talk about beauty of the garden here) filled with natures bounty, picture perfect homes, manicured lawns, where everybody can enjoy the basic necessities of life, where all are treated equal (in most cases), where you don't have to bribe anyone for getting your drivers license or car registration or landing a job or finding a home, where water runs into your house (you don't have to go fetch water), hot water is only a 'twist of a tap' away, garbage is collected regularly, power failures are unheard of, numerous ways of communications with far and near & dear and not-so-dear ones, where you don't have to stand in sweating queues to pay your bills or to get the rations or to register your tickets, where the gap between the rich and poor is so narrow that it seems invisible, where the government truly cares to improve the life of a common citizen...

Then what is my rambling about you may wonder...because I am missing my country, I am missing my friends and I am missing those days ...