Give a reason to come back Home!

Its funny but its serious. People, places and relations everything changes when an Indian comes to USA after a whole life of schooling or may be graduation in their home country. The first change we see after we land is how the people whom we never met welcome you.

I am here from past 8 months. I was scared when I was coming to the new city or I should say to a new country. I heard about it a lot from my childhood and always wanted to visit it once, however also had a feeling that I will never stay in USA more then a year. Most of the people come here with a long term plan, I don’t know its just to satisfy that we always have different excuses to stay here, some one will have to support financially to their family back in India, some have reasons for their life partners, so everyone has one or the other. There are very few those can speak up that they are here because it’s more comfortable here, it’s more fun here, it’s cleaner and life is soothing here.

I think there are many people who want to go back to there home (India) but they cannot because why to go to a place where people don’t want to change (get better) so their perception changes and they want to get settle her, away from their needy family. May be I can’t have a rich car in India or may be a centralized air-conditioned apartment and these things doesn’t matter. The fact that matters is when I go back and I wait in a queue for train or bus I never get chance to get into because now I am changed and I follow the rules may be unsaid rules of human. When I am being generous to the people around me they don’t have time to be generous with me, or may be they don’t even care unlike in USA, then why I should come back. People stand up in buses or trains for a lady or elders, people hold doors for others, people weather know each other or don’t greets each other irrespective to the gender. There are things that I learn here and want to implement in India but people say, we have been doing the same from past many years, this is our so-called "sanskrity", it’s nothing but another excuse to hide our faults. People in USA don’t have love or affection to their family, and I came to know that is not at all true, they love, they say it, may be they don’t get along well with each other, then aren’t we fighting within the family for money, land and many.

I am not cursing our land or our people rather I am passionate about it. That is the reason I want to come back and make things better. May be I will change a very few, may be just my family. There are things need to be changed in USA too, but we don’t have to think over it we have to think on the betterment of our people and land. It is happening and we just have to rapid the action, let us all make a difference, let us give a reason to our people to come back to our land and join us to grow.

Strength within me- Story of a tree

Preface: An apple tree of his learning from life narrates the story. It's an analogy to our life. If you read carefully with creativity you might be able to relate tree's learning to yours. Take your time out to read and see if it helps your moral to grew high.

It's my life. I have all the experiences. I have secretes, just like every other Tree has. I remember my childhood when I grew on the side of the road. It was a huge hill and my elders and I were on the top of it. The road was full of traffic every time, the entire tourist comes to visit me. Well not exactly me, they come to see the landscapes, the beauty of the nature and I am one of it.

My life is like in a heaven. It's so beautiful. A big road on one side and the deepest valley on the other. When I was a child there was no importance of me. People come visit, they look to the big trees, and they eat the apple from the big, beautiful trees. I was afraid that would ever someone going to appreciate me, praise me, love me, more then that at that time I was worried about my size. I was so small someone could have rumbled me on to reach to the apple of the big trees around me.

I remember my elderly, they grew me so well, and they fed me so well. They allowed the sunrays to fall on me when it is required, they gave me shadow and became obstacle for rain to directly fall on me, and they saved me from heavy winds. I was now happily enjoying my life with their love. One day I saw a guy jumping to reach my arm and didn't have any clue, what is that he is trying to do? Suddenly I felt pain in that arm and I saw he just plucked an apple from my arm. It was a red, big and beautiful fruit. I never saw that my self on me and I was so happy to see some one has saw that. Then I realized and asked my elderly. "Why is he plucking apple from me, its my apple then why is he eating that? Isn't it painful when they pluck an apple from you, it is a part of your body?" My elders they looked at me and gave a smile then replied " This is the motive of your life, to feed others and make them happy." I realized as good as my apples would be, as much as sweet they will be, that much I will be beautiful and people are going to appreciate me.

This went long for years. I produced lots of sweet apples. Some years I did it really well, sometimes it was not so good, but somehow I learned lots of lessons from my on going life. It is now the phase when I might have to give shadow and support to small plants near me. One day I saw some bunch of people came and cut down the big old trees. Some of them fell in the valley and some of them, these people dragged to the truck and loaded them, took them always. Thoese were my elders. I was all alone now; it was horrible day for me. May be it's the time to become elder for other. I know I might have to roll down the valley or cut down by the curse. I would love to fall down to valley and roll by my own; I never wanted my younger to see me dragged on the road. Anyways the life has to go on.

These days I am a very productive tree and people like eating my apples. The apples are big red and sweet; I can see it on their faces that they like eating it. There are two sides of me; one is on the roadside and another towards the valley. Everyone eats the apple from the roadside and nobody wanted to try and reach the apple on valley side. Why would anyone will take risk of life for an apple? And there I found the secret of my life. The hidden creativity as now when I see to thoese apple, they are more big, red, beautiful and of course sweeter then the others. If no one will eat them they will fall down and get wasted. Same as me everyone has some secret and I realized we should never hide it from anyone. We should never take it with us and get buried under the land. You may be creative, you may have a bundle of knowledge but if no ones know it, its of no use. You should always bring it in front. I feel that secret or I should say the hidden talent of your life is the motive of life, once you target it and achieve it, you will feel like you have solved the purpose of your life, that's what your are born to do.

I realized I have to bring my best part in front of all. I tried hard to bring my braches to the roadside, it took years to turn my branches and it was painful too. One year when the apples were on the arms, guess what, they were all reachable and now I am the most productive tree on that land. Though I am not so beautiful as I was. Now no one will ever cut me down, as I am useful to others, and I am happy that one day when I will be old I will fall down to the valley and free forever. Make your life as important and as useful to others. I am just a tree and I have solved the purpose of my life. When are you going to discover yours?