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| So what are you vishnu.. IDOT or IDOTIC...?
B'cos you give two options to people which means same in either. What a sardar joke resemblance in you.
Posted by: Mr Sreedhar Rella At: 7, Oct 2001 0:59:51 AM IST
Good Ms.Samatha, But there is more meaning in the words...
IDIOT's have very good knowledge and power than the IDIOTIC's. please mind that.
regards
sampathkumar
Posted by: Mr Devarajan Sampathkumar At: 4, Oct 2001 11:10:41 AM IST
Vishnu, can you pls explain why in your view, one is to be "considered" IDIOT if he/she is not an american?
Posted by: Ms Samatha G At: 2, Oct 2001 0:14:19 AM IST
IF U TRY TO BE AN 'AMERICAN ' , U LLOOK IDOTIC , IF U ARE NOT ONE OF THEM U ARE
AN IDOT;
CHOOSE ONE OF THE ABOVE......(-_-)
Posted by: Mr vishnu vardhan goud perumandla At: 1, Oct 2001 5:36:19 AM IST
USA life anubhavinchadam adrustame kane India lo putti perigi america vyamohamto matru desani vadali kevalam dabbu kosam america povalasina avasaram entamatramu ledu. endukante telivi parents devenalu, devuni krupa manamedi vundalegani crores sampadinchavachu. societylo manakantu oka status erparachukovachu ani na abhiprayam denini sammathinchandam lekapodam alochinche vari teerunu batti vuntundi.
yours
suresh babu, cuddapah.
Posted by: Mr kavalisureshbabu babu At: 1, Sep 2001 12:28:46 PM IST
Life in US is not so bad - you get great comforts, nice weather, and lesser scars on your car ...
But you miss your parents, relatives, and could be a difficult to fit in, initially...
hey, but soon, you'll pick up; make new friends; start going on long drives; visit lots of new places; try lots of new food (to tell the truth, I love tacobell - chicken chalupa), make lots of intl. calls - stop converting dollars to rupees ; and will live happily ever after ;)
Posted by: Mr Sridhar akula At: 31, Aug 2001 8:02:55 AM IST
Life in USA is nothing but Mechanical. NObody is there to care us. we are foreigners to them.Culture for kids is too worse. I beleive the life in Hyderabad is most beautiful than in USA.
Posted by: Ms A snigdha At: 30, Aug 2001 10:42:25 PM IST
Really a great pleasure.
It is a wonderful oppurtunity to get the chance.
I believe that is poorva janma sukruta
I had been to there for two times for visit in 1988 and 1998
The american accent of english is a superb experience
I love the style and accent
people have nice behaviour
I can not forget a doctor in Chicago who helped me in getting Indian food stuff.
Posted by: Mr Parvatala Rangaiah At: 30, Aug 2001 10:16:54 PM IST
Here is a forwarded mesg for you all :-
When an Indian professional becomes a 'Non-Resident
Indian' in
the United States, he soon starts suffering from a
strange disease.
The symptoms are a fixture of restlessness, anxiety,
hope and
nostalgia. The virus is a deep inner need to get back
home. Like
Shakespeare said, "The spirit is willing but the flesh
is weak." The
medical world has not coined a word for this malady.
Strange as it is,
it could go by a stranger name, the "X = X + 1"
syndrome.
To understand this disease better, consider the
background.
Typically middle-class, the would-be migrant's sole
ambition through
school is to secure admission into one of those
heavily government
subsidized institutions - the IITs. With the full
backing of a doting
family and a good deal of effort, he achieves his
goal. Looking for
fresh worlds to conquer, his sights rest on the new
world. Like
lemmings to the sea, hordes of IIT graduates descend
on the four US
consulates to seek the holiest of holy grails - the
F-1 (student)
stamp on the passport.
After crossing the visa hurdle and tearful farewell,
our hero
departs for the Mecca of higher learning, promising
himself and his
family that he will return some day - soon!
The family proudly informs their relatives of each
milestone -
his G.P.A., his first car (twenty years old), his trip
to Niagara
Falls (photographs), his first winter (parkas,
gloves). The two years
roll by and he graduates at the top of his class. Now
begins the
'great hunt' for a company that will not only give him
a job but also
sponsor him for that 3" X 3" gray plastic, otherwise
known as the
Green Card. A US company sensing a good bargain offers
him a job.
Naturally, with all the excitement of seeing his first
paycheck in
four-digit dollars, thoughts of returning to India are
far away. His
immediate objective of getting the Green Card is
reached within a
year.
Meanwhile, his family back home worries about the
strange
American influences (and more particularly, AIDS).
Through contacts
they line up a list of eligible girls from eligible
families and wait
for the great one's first trip home. Return he does,
at the first
available opportunity, with gifts for the family and
mouth-watering
tales of prosperity beyond imagination. After
interviewing the girls,
he picks the most likely (lucky) one to be
Americanized. Since the
major reason for the alliance is his long-term stay
abroad, the
question of his immediate return does not arise. Any
doubts are set
aside by the 'backwardness' of working life, long
train travel, lack
of phones, inadequate opportunities for someone with
hi-tech
qualifications, and so on.
The newly-weds return to America with the groom
having to
explain the system of arranged marriages to the
Americans. Most of
them regard it as barbaric and on the same lines as
communism. The
tongue-tied bride is cajoled into explaining the bindi
and saree.
Looking for something homely, the couple plunges into
the frenetic
expatriate weekend social scene compromising dinners,
videos of
Hindi/regional films, shopping at Indian stores, and
bhajans.
Initially, the wife misses the warmth of her family,
but the
presence of washing machines, vacuum cleaners, daytime
soap operas and
the absence of a domineering mother-in-law helps. Bits
of news
filtering through from India, mostly from returning
Indians, is
eagerly lapped up.
In discussions with friends, the topic of returning
to India
arises frequently but is brushed aside by the lord and
master who is
now rising in the corporate world and has fast moved
into a two garage
home - thus fulfilling the great American Dream. The
impending arrival
of the first born fulfills the great Indian Dream. The
mother-in-law
arrives in time: after all, no right thinking parent
would want their
off-spring to be born in India if offered the American
alternative.
With all material comforts that money can bring,
begins the
first signs of uneasiness - a feeling that somehow
things are not what
they should be. The craze for exotic electronic goods,
cars and
vacations has been satiated. The weekend gatherings
are becoming
routine.
Faced with a mid-life crisis, the upwardly mobile
Indian's
career graph plateaus out. Younger and more aggressive
Americans are
promoted. With one of the periodic mini recessions in
the economy and
the threat of a hostile take-over, the job itself
seems far from
secure.
Unable or unwilling to socialize with the Americans,
the Indian
retreats into a cocoon. At the home front, the
children have grown up
and along with American accents have imbibed American
habits
(cartoons, hamburgers) and values (dating). They
respond to their
parents' exhortation of leading a clean Indian way of
life by asking
endless questions.
The generation gap combines with the cultural chasm.
Not
surprisingly, the first serious thoughts of returning
to India occur
at this stage. Taking advantage of his vacation time,
the Indian
returns home to 'explore' possibilities. Ignoring the
underpaid and
bureaucratic government sector, he is bewildered by
the 'primitive'
state of the private sector. Clearly overqualified
even to be a
managing director/chairman he stumbles upon the idea
of being an
entrepreneur.
In the seventies, his search for an arena to display
his
business skills normally ended in poultry farming.
From the eighties,
electronics is the name of the game. Undaunted by
horror stories about
government red tape and corruption he is determined to
overcome the
odds - with one catch. He has a few things to settle
in the United
States. After all, you can't just throw away a
lifetime's work. And
there are things like taxation and customs regulations
to be taken
note of. Pressed for a firm date, he says confidently
'next year' and
therein lies our story.
The next years come and go but there is no sign of
our
McCarthian friend.
About 40 years later our, by now, a old friend dies
of a
scheduled heart-attack and it so happens that his last
wish was that
he be laid to rest in the city he was born in India.
So our friend at
last returns to India for good. But by now the people
who were so
looking forward to see him return to his homeland are
no more.
In other words if 'X' is the current year, then the
objective is
to return in the 'X+1' year. Since 'X' is a changing
variable, the
objective is never reached. Unable to truly melt in
the 'Great Melting
Pot', chained to his cultural moorings and haunted by
an abject fear
of giving up an accustomed standard of living, the
Non-Resident Indian
vacillates and oscillates between two worlds in a
twilight zone.
Strangely, this malady appears to affect only the
Indians - all of our
Asian brethren from Japan, Korea and even Pakistan -
seem immune to
it.
Posted by: Ms Samatha G At: 23, Aug 2001 3:18:47 PM IST
lIFE HERE IS FUCKIN BORING.yOU RARELY GETA CHANCE TO BE LIKE AN ANDHRITE.ISN'T IT MY DEAR CONSULTANTS (BOTH ON BENCH AND NON BENCH.....LOL)
Posted by: Mr PRAVASANDHRA.COM CHILIPI At: 22, Aug 2001 0:11:09 AM IST
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