Well, lets think about all those factors which made me declare, I am officially alone. Air India. Why should I even work for them? The fact of the matter is, I am an aeronautical engineer. Even though my mind and body dont still know I am one, my degree certificate says so. Conventionally, I am supposed to work for an airline. I got an offer to work for Jet Airways, but didn't fancy staying in Mumbai. I studies in Chennai and had great friends in here. So, I thought I should stay back in Chennai and should get a job in here. I got one and joined Air India in Chennai. But one after other friends flew away. Some got married. Some got jobs in distant places. Some just faded away. Everybody has got a reason to move. I was stuck with the job in AirIndia.
I had some friends left, even though most of them went away. Interestingly, some of them were more interested in making my life a little bit harder. I had to cut them out. And I did. Then I was left with only one true friend in Chennai. My room mate. Why does she work in the US time zone and me in the good old Indian one? Well, the simple answer is, that is what we were told to do by our employers. People in the US, Canada or Europe demand more money to work. They have to pay 80 rupees for 5 oranges, while we in Chennai pay just a tenner. They pay 800 rupees to watch a movie while we still have Ragam in thrissur. I can write down a long list to point out that we need much lesser money to live when compared to some one in the west. Thus we are ready to work for cheaper salary. Hence the companies in the "rich" west out sourse work to some one called Mr.Raja Rathinam or so in India and they employ people like my friend. She has no choice. She has to sleep all day and work all night. Poor soul. I miss her.
My fiancé is a mad man. He thought he could resign a decent job and start a business in an unfamiliar place which was 6000 miles away just for the fun of it. So he did. He is away. He will be, till we marry each other and live together. My family. My grandma, mother, dad and sister, all have been living in Thrissur for a very long time. They are used to the luxury of having a huge home, back yard, kitchen garden, great neighbours and fresh water and air. They are used to the big bang of Pooram, elegance of temples, activities of that useless man PC, malayala manorama, native speakers, that tamil boy who irons all the cloths, all those marriages on almost every sundays, all the jewellers and clothing shops, fish and vegetable markets, the ever green - under construction over bridge, the chaos or the traffic, as they call it in the round, relatives who live nearby, those narrow roads, bhujagalathadi hair oil, nice view of the large, disciplined queue in front of the Kerala state beverages corporation outlet when ever they go out, the nice and helpful auto driver, friends coming home and rain. They love it. I cant even think of asking them to come down to Chennai to stay for a day. I just cant.
So, why am I alone? It is because of the bloody airline which doesnt have a base in all the little towns including Thrissur, those imbaziles who were my friends and moved away just because they had a nicer place to live in or got a great job, those stupid westerners who pay ridiculous amount of money for every thing and need more money as salary than we do, Mr. Raja Rathinam or any of those funny named out sourcing boss, the madness of my fiancé, the so called advantages of thrissur and of course the teachers who thought me aeronautical engineering at the college. Or it could be because of Sonia Gandhi. She takes the credit for the stable Indian economy and India's current shining position among the countries of the world, which she has nothing to do with. Then, why cant she be blamed for my big issue? Any way, It is not my fault. It is nice to know that it is not my fault.
