Looking back to September, I was totally new and unaccustomed to America. I brought with me the dream that the Gold Rush immigrants carried in the early 19th century; the American dream that every desi lives up to from his younger days until he attains it. It unfortunately is badly tortured after reality spawns in and uncovers the shroud off a struggle that one has to abide by each day of his life. Los Angeles – “The city of angels”, to my astonishment was, if not swarmed but sporadically encountered by gentlemen asking for alms on the street. Gentleman for a desi because this guy still has a better accent; something he is so keen to imbibe. Coming back from a country amassed with poverty, illiteracy, extortion, corruption & crime and yet brimmed with self-obsession, I don’t have much to lament about. But I am about to stress upon the stressful life a desi lives dreaming about yet another interview at the US Visa Consulate. With great power comes great responsibility, maybe this is the phrase that greatly affected President Bush’s life that he used his immense power and political influence to rummage an Iraqi territory and henceforth, gleefully proclaims to be the messiah bringing peace and prosperity to the world. The war that cost US a mammoth $589 billion until now has brought the country to doldrums. This money could have been used to bring the country back to strength from the existing conundrum. Today, the entire nation would be proud – not as much to have Barrack Obama sworn in as President, but to avoid the shame and anguish of having an American President who is greeted by a hand-full of foot-wear and still manages to console himself by being successful to duck twice. I have little or no clue about politics, but something that keeps me focused right now is not the American politics but the USC academics.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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