Indians don't immigrate out of India. We get the fook out of India. Those who get out are indeed lucky. What do you see when you go back to visit your family in India? When one gets out of any airport, you are in the midst of a human wildebeest herd. Fooking people everywhere. Poorly planned and unlawful construction everywhere. Potholed roads everywhere, if you can call them that. People moving around like a thick row of ants in their cars and scooters; its like wildebeest herds crossing River Mara at every traffic signal. You breathe exhaust fumes mixed with fine dust most of the time. As you head to your destination, you are periodically hit with the smell of piss and shit from roadside open toilets. Men take out their pricks and let it go on the roadside. Cows and stray wild dogs and their shite everywhere. Obsolete temples preying on dumb Indians and brainwashing mosques everywhere. Stupid commercial and Bollywood billboards everywhere promoting all kinds of aholes and shite in the name of entertainment. Electric poles and wires everywhere. And to top it off, the country has the shitty reservation system in educational institutions and employment that won't end for political reasons. You unconsciously know that getting out of that environment was the best decision you ever made for yourself and your progeny.
If you give the environment a thoughtful moment, you realize that human dignity is inversely proportional to the number of human beings. If you give it further thought, you realize that there is no fooking government that can solve the problems of this populous country. The government, its three branches and its self serving members have mostly given up and said, "Oh Fook it" and left the people to fend for themselves. And I suppose the people do a pretty good job for fending for themselves in that wretched environment. Those who can, get the fook out of it, at the earliest, by any means, thanks to the global economy fook up. Does it make sense to sing Vande Mataram or Jana Gana Mana in USA? Fook, no.
Now here is what a visitor thinks.
A Dust Over India. Here is an excerpt from Mark Manson's article,
The first thing that strikes you about India is how dirty it is. In a
word, the place is disgusting. All of it. The entire country. Never
before have I seen mountains of garbage the size of a small house
stacked on the side of a road, in broad daylight, in the middle of a
city, repeatedly. Dumpsters tipped over and overflowing. Mounds of trash
— wrappers, cups, papers, napkins, strewn all about, mixed with sludge
from the soda and urine and spit coagulated from thousands of daily
Like the dust, the garbage never ceases.
And along with the garbage, there is an unending stream of humanity. It
is impossible to spend a full day in the middle of a major Indian city
without lobotomizing yourself trying to figure out where the hell all of
the people come from. I’ve been to Hong Kong. I’ve been to Manhattan
and Beijing. I’ve been to Mexico City. And the swarm of humanity
crawling through India’s cities is unparalleled. There’s no comparison.
Many streets more closely resemble a bee hive than a functioning human
society. When I flew into Mumbai, there were homeless people sleeping on
the tarmac. Take a moment for that to sink in: the city is so crowded and disgusting that people decide they’d rather sleep on the airport runway.
And that is the second thing to strike you about India. The poverty.
It is legitimate take-your-breath-away poverty. Like the kind you see on
TV charity ads but far worse. And far more real. Limbless men stewing
about in their own feces. Emaciated children playing on a piles of
garbage. A man with his leg literally rotting off to the bone, maggots
and all, laying on the curb. It’s everywhere. The amount of suffering is
indescribable. And it is unceasing. After a couple days, I was excited
to hire a driver to go to Agra because I figured I’d be able to see some
countryside and escape the stench and horrors of the city. But no. The
entire four hours between Delhi and Agra was an unending stream of
people, garbage and cars, with billows of dust drafting in our wake the
whole way down.
My initial reaction the first few days was pure shock. But it quickly
evolved into anger. How could a place like this be allowed to exist?
How could normal people walk around with a clear conscience with so much
shit and squalor festering about them? I felt indignant. Where was the
social accountability? Where was the charity? Where the fuck was the government?