Emigrant : The life of a Pravasi

At the beginning of the exile, the best example of foreign aid as those who came by ship and somehow managed to swim across the remaining seas without crying completely. When they swam to the desert in search of some greenery from a land that was drowning in the depths of poverty, their way of life was to feed their siblings with the bread they had earned and to save what they had earned by eating dry bread.

They were the ones who had already provided food, shelter, and job search for those who arrived there without any change of clothes. That is where the story of the expatriate’s mutual help begins.

As they began to get the necessary jobs and decent salaries, many were worried about their relatives and acquaintances living in the country who did not smoke in the hearth. Their next attempt was to get a visa for someone close to their feet. The owners of Sanmanas did not change their minds, even though they knew that they would be liable if they came here.

Over time, as many started small businesses and improved their finances, the standard of living in the country improved. Later, as trade improved, many people from the homeland became more and more in need of labor in the Gulf countries.

While many sowed the seeds in the fertile Gulf soil to keep the business green, some of them reached their destination and others saw it as a way to sign up for a salary, while others began to move on without sprouting and perishing as manchadi seeds.

In the meantime, with the generosity of those who had grown one hundred percent, there was at least one Gulf man in the country. The smell of Jannatul Firdaus, the color of the Swiss cotton, the hem of the high-heeled shoes, and the pride of the Rado watch made it possible for everyone to distinguish the Gulf man from the others. Collectors and brokers began to walk until dawn, looking for a way to get to the mat and coffin tied to the top of the Ambassador car. They would send everyone back, much to their satisfaction.

With the advent of Gulf money, the country began to recover. From the fish shop at the intersection to the big jewelers began to be active. In the meanwhile, everything was under one umbrella and the big supermarkets and even the villages stood tall. Educational institutions and places of worship, in all their splendor, called the people there. People began to rely on big hospitals, even for the common cold, which had to be dealt with in chukka coffee. When basic amenities like food and clothing were out of the question, the Gulf man’s thought of shelter in the third place!

The expatriate here has crossed the line a bit for the sake of luxury and worldliness, regardless of the need. Three-quarters of life is spent curled up in a two- or three-story bed in a dark room. Homes with five bathrooms have been built in the country for four people, including himself. Fifteen people in the Gulf are waiting their turn for a bathroom while there is a common bathroom where the others are closed for decoration.

In any case, the illusion of an expatriate home is of little benefit to local construction workers. Their daily wage, which was fixed at two hundred and fifty, rose to a thousand in an instant. If it is on a contract basis, it will go up again.

Weddings and receptions are just the beginning of another expatriate’s career. From female viewing to hospitality, they are immersed in deception. The supply of sweets, which can be reduced to one hundred rupees, has reached thirty-five thousand. The wedding feast, which can be packed in chicken biryani and Karingal water, has become a showcase of inedible dishes. The wedding day, which was supposed to be very sacred, turned into a street party. Those who were supposed to dress decently covered their shame with green and even insulted God.

The whole of working thirteen or fourteen hours a day without even getting a leave of absence for a year or two, and being a little overwhelmed by the joy of freely returning home like a bird out of a cage, can not be blamed, but the extreme deceit has left nothing to be desired for tomorrow.

When the corona epidemic left the expatriate at home like everyone else, it was only a few days later that it was heading towards a severe famine. They are reaching out for the mercy of voluntary organizations even when they have been out of work for two weeks. In addition, the condition of the households is deteriorating as the inflow of money, which they have been receiving for months, has stopped. Ten cents worth of an inedible ornamental house is moving out into the yard and into the abyss where the stomach fills up.

Those who used to work with the government to solve all the problems are now in a situation where even the government does not look back when it gets into a problem of its own. The only recourse for expatriates today is the generosity of the rulers of the Gulf and the helping hand of voluntary organizations.

The expatriate community does not value the sweet words of the stars we are with, but they need positive interventions today.

This time, as everyone says, will pass, but once the clouds clear, we need to realize that expatriates need to have a little bit of a reserve for the future as they shine a light on others with their melting lives.

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