Dark Horse of Seventh Samurai

With all the new beginning of sorts, I was laughing at myself inside. It was for the simple reason that having had one hell of an education, what I meant was from a topnotch school, IIT Kharagpur, I was not able to earn a decent living. What a joke! What a travesty of justice! My highly valued alma mater could not guarantee me what I had expected it to precisely do. That was to help me provide in my own profession, some semblance of good generous pay packet to support the comforts and luxuries I had aspired to have. Was it too much to ask for? Really! Probably, some of it was because of my own folly. I must admit that I was quite a simpleton in my worldly ways. I could have compromised with the circumstances like the bribery, licking up to bosses and undercutting my coworkers and friends. But I never thought these traits to be honorable or decent. At least not for me, treachery didn’t make sense at all. So there I was getting rewarded for self-pity. It dawned on me, perhaps, my own country didn’t have enough need of me. Or rather it had, by way of euphemism, made me an NRI (Non Resident Indian), or in more circumspect thinking, tongue and cheek of course, I was exiled to a foreign land for a few pieces of gold so to speak. That way I was liable to send back whatever little or more I could, out of shear love for my native land of birth. The sweat money sent to the native land was not called taxes, oh no, not at all, it won’t be convenient or politically correct. Would it? But we did definitely know, however, that Mother India did benefit enormously from the NRI dollars and we mustn’t forget that. Unless we would rather be ungrateful bastards! But nevertheless I was quite pleased with my new beginning. I looked forward to learning new ways, knowing new culture and speaking new tongue, Fascinating prospects I must say!