Monday, June 11, 2018

Working in a Foreign country; USA and other countries - Ethiopian Travel - Blog post no – 76


Visiting a foreign country is a dream coming true for many people. And a chance to work in a foreign country is at a completely different level altogether, especially the Indians. 


An entire locality called Ameerpet in Hyderabad, India survives only on the dreams and aspirations of Hyderabadis and Telugus waiting to go to USA, their ultimate dream.


The dime a dozen training institutes have trained many thousands or even lakhs on various IT skills, computer languages and certifications. So much, so an exasperated colleague loudly remarked: “It is not Ameerpet, it is United States of Ameerpet”. Recently a Telugu movie was made with the title Ameerpet to America! But there no denying the bubbling and infectious energy of the teachers and the taught in Ameerpet. It is the ambition, drive, determination of its trainees which are the grease that moves the wheels of the Ameerpet training institutes!
Any job in USA is okay; families somehow want their wards to reach the harrowed shores of USA. Once the kids reach USA, peace reigns in the Indian houses. They can proudly claim “yes my son/daughter too had gone to USA”. When the boy or girl returns, they would be US returned, a badge of honour!
With such a scenario getting a job in any other country including Canada, Australia or even England is looked down upon. And getting a job offer in Ethiopia, one of the poorest country in the world! What to say!


Parents and colleagues pity people who just got African job offers. A colleague’s wife recited an incident in tears. I believe all her friends said “WHAT!! you are going to Ethiopia. That poor country!” Then they sang a funny Telugu song where the actor says many countries names lyrically. He says “Ethiopia, Somalia, Nigeria and many other countries names ……” and the viewers roar in laughter. Her excitement of going to a foreign country along with her husband was tinged with anxiety.


Recently one of my ex-colleague wanted my opinion about going to Ethiopia. I told him that it was a great country to work. He asked me in a quivering voice “What about Ebola virus and Zika virus sir, can you assure me that I would not get these diseases”.
I gave him a withering look and said: “not only Ebola, and Zika, there is a chance of getting yellow fever and malaria”. He fled from my presence. Good riddance to bad rubbish, Ethiopia does not need chicken-hearted teachers like him. What it wants and loves are teachers who embrace Ethiopia as their own and cherish the experiences.   
One of my cousins asked my mother “Hemakka, what is there in that country? Why did Raju (as I am called at home) go to Ethiopia? No fast cars, no big buildings, no excitement. And on the top of it very dark people”. Coming from a citizen of a country (India) which boasts of quite dark people of its own, it was an understatement of the century!


My mother went onto explain why her son picked up Ethiopia as a destination, but my cousin was not convinced. “Why should we go to a country that does not give brownie points for a kitty party banter!!!” was the reasoning of my cousin.
Mansoor, my colleague from management department, too was bowled over by Ethiopia and its rustic ruggedness. He marketed Ethiopia so well to his family members that his brother-in-law came over for a visit. Mansoor’s brother-in-law got off the plane in Addis Ababa and recoiled. “Jijaji (brother-in-law) everyone here is so dark!!!???”. That first impression got stuck into his mind. He wanted to return to India on the same day. With a lot of difficulty, he was persuaded to come to Bahirdar. From that point onwards Mansoor’s brother-in-law withdrew into his shell.


During our initial days in Bahirdar, we did see Mansoor’s brother-in-law. He was quite withdrawn and not enjoying his stay. We all tried cheering him, but it was a wasted effort. He cut short his visit and flew back to India.
A wasted opportunity lost to explore and see an ancient civilisation. Very few get an opportunity to travel back in time and experience the life of their parents or their grandparents! We were the lucky few who were in Bahirdar when it was about to change.
The preferred mode of travel was a bicycle albeit a geared bicycle glamorously called a helicopter. The trendy looking bicycles were imported from China and would retail at a mind-boggling price of 1000 to 1200 birr (5000 to 6000 Rs). The blue and white geared bicycles were a big rage and commanded a good resale value. Many Indians bought the bicycles, used it for two years and off-loaded it at 700 to 800 birr. It was quite a status symbol to own one.


Listening to the excited chatter on which bicycle to buy, the usually quiet Dr Srinivas Inguva wryly commented “In India, we move from a bicycle to scooter to car. We already have a car in India, and we are going from a car to bicycle, and our entire Indian community is very excited.” That statement stopped us dead in our tracks. How true!!!
Padma told the stunned Indian community that her mother wants to come to Ethiopia. That shook them out of the stupor. ‘Yes visiting her daughter, must be missing her and the grandchildren’. They almost fainted when they were told that Padma’s mother stays in USA. “Coming from USA to Ethiopia” they could not comprehend. They were stunned!
“Why madam, what is there in Ethiopia?” we could sense the despondence in their voice. That triggered Padma. She went onto explain to the gaping audience “She is coming on her own. She is excited to visit Ethiopia. She already has researched Ethiopia and knows some of the customs and culture.

Ethiopian Restaurant in USA
And to top it all, she along with my brother and his wife have already visited Ethiopian restaurants in San Francisco and have eaten and loved Ethiopian food, including Injira and the different types of wats” This was the killer punch. The audience was overawed “here we are in Bahirdar, and we have not even tasted Injira and Padma’s mother has already tasted and liked Injira that too in distant SFO, USA.”

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