Pizza Visa!

Surely a foreign Visa appears to our men just like a pan of pizza- rich, scrumptious-that  makes your stomach full and you happy!! Specifically coming to the eastern side of the globe, the sub-continent infact, the 20-something generation is quickly hopping on to the joy-ride to a foreign country which they spent their entire teenage fantasizing about. Becoming oh-so-frustrated of their country’s under-developed state of affairs resulting from a poor infrastructure,(road, rail networks), water-sewerage problems, load shedding, corruption, population, bad sanitation, illiteracy and other evils so to speak that haunt them continuously. Hence they move abroad in search of greener pastures. Little do they realize that the “grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence”. Green card, green money and a rosy future ahead. Wow! Isn’t that exciting?

Before I start a written massacre of this rosy notion, let me first award a consolation prize to the lonely dreamers left back in the country whose dreams never see the daylight and they are left to doom(according to them) in their backward country forever. If they belong to the lower-middle or lower class their mornings are spent running away from their government schools to eat out or laze around with other bunkers and the entire evening playing ‘dabboo’(snooker type game), card-games, or video games. Eventually they flunk in their final exams every year –each time strengthening their resolution to go abroad to earn. Then there’s an endless series of calls to the ONLY (bechara) uncle abroad who can do something for the Visa of his nephew and find him any job(as low as that of a dish-washer or pump man)- no problem at all. Now this uncle himself went abroad as an illegal immigrant, hasn’t gotten nationality till now and just keeps on showing a thumbs-up to his family about his standard of living to save himself any embarrassment.

Coming to the other end of the social spectrum; the bourgeoisie and the
elites. Well, they have all the money to live a king-size life in the posh localities of the city, but they take it for granted and nothing seems to satiate them which leads to another evolution of mankind into these ‘burger’ wanna-bees. Even after getting educated in the best of English-medium and grammar schools, they still lag behind in studies. The common excuse that they churn out is that their teachers aren’t good enough, the marking is strict, they can’t stand the school rules and they would seriously study only when they go abroad. One wonders how these couch potatoes suddenly start working at their level best once they study abroad in high schools. Had they worked so diligently over here they would have excelled academically, been good in their careers and brought good will to their country’s progress. However they work like asses in any unknown high school abroad, do job in low positions and enjoy the night life while still in their teenage. Once they are professionally settled, they never do look back to settling in their own country, creating a dire brain-drain in their homeland.

Once again I move towards the verbal massacre of a rosy future in the foreign land first dealing with the less-privileged Raju-ban-gaya-gentleman type whose uncle did finally send him the Visa. So the Raju or Pappu (or whatever) ends up as a waiter in a fast-food joint or a hawker, a pump-guy or even a bouncer because Asian males are pretty sturdy (and cheap) for this job. Whichever way n whatever amount he earns, the first money draft that reaches home sends his sister n mother running around trying to find the most beautiful, educated, modern (yet submissive) Bahoo for their handsome prince abroad (ya-ya the same dark, fat, oily-haired guy with a sloppy accent) , rejecting girls on the slightest of pretext. This starts yet another web of lies to portray Pappu as having a grand living and promising a maharani-type life to the parents of the poor girl who gets to see the groom only on the wedding night and becomes yet another commodity that eastern parents sell for green. Ummmm… massacre I said in the beginning? Well that’s quiet a blood shed I created. Can’t help it, truth hurts after all !! Aaaahh..forgive me people :-((((
p.s. oh God...did u see that? all ads i got from google for this post are related to foreign Visa...DUHH!!