In this gruelling process of getting Green Card under a not-so-congenial socio-economic environment burdened with Terrorism and Recession ... being treated as slaves by the recruiters (amazingly, they are Indians) ... we grow old fast... probably we become little bit cynic, paranoid.
5-15 years back, we were students - most of us studying in India - with dreams - living with books - under the sweet care of parents. Suddenly, in the 90s, to join the bandwagon of American Dream, we came over here. Those who came early 90's, those who studied over here --- got some time to get used to current overwhelmingly complicated life in US.
I am one of those who came in 1999 and started getting the heat of recession after initial brief okay period. Recruiter is treating me as slave, in the airport I am being sorted out for extra screening just before entering the aircraft, lawyer is trying to screw me up to squeeze out more money, in the workplace one H1 is also trying eat the flesh of another H1 to keep his job, people are trying to throw me out just to bring their nephew/niece in .....sometimes I feel I don't have any one to help me ... I forgot to stare at the clouds on the sky ....I forgot for what I am living.
Only this portal keeps me alive. I see so many friends are struggling so hard to survive, to fight back. If this portal was not there, I would have gone back home long back.
5-15 years back, we were students - most of us studying in India - with dreams - living with books - under the sweet care of parents. Suddenly, in the 90s, to join the bandwagon of American Dream, we came over here. Those who came early 90's, those who studied over here --- got some time to get used to current overwhelmingly complicated life in US.
I am one of those who came in 1999 and started getting the heat of recession after initial brief okay period. Recruiter is treating me as slave, in the airport I am being sorted out for extra screening just before entering the aircraft, lawyer is trying to screw me up to squeeze out more money, in the workplace one H1 is also trying eat the flesh of another H1 to keep his job, people are trying to throw me out just to bring their nephew/niece in .....sometimes I feel I don't have any one to help me ... I forgot to stare at the clouds on the sky ....I forgot for what I am living.
Only this portal keeps me alive. I see so many friends are struggling so hard to survive, to fight back. If this portal was not there, I would have gone back home long back.