Its almost more than 2 weeks, I am here in America. I was trying hard to get back to my blog as I haven't written anything for almost a month. Initially the jet lag and then the busy routine prevented me from writing. Today, I got some time and I am here at my desk with the same, old Lenovo R61 laptop, a laptop without battery, a laptop always on ventilator. Obviously I have started recalling all the events right from the day on which I received the US visa.
After applying for the second time, I received my US visa in this April, I had to go under the same lengthy process again. But this time, counselor at the Mumbai consulate asked me few logical questions instead of numerous vague questions, when he saw the granted visas of various other countries on my passport, he was convinced that I am not the one who is going to be a potential immigrant, I am really visiting US for some authentic purpose and at the end he told me reluctantly that my visa has been approved. So consulate of United States of America accepted my entry into their country.
On that day while going back to Pune from Mumbai, I started thinking about the huge crowd gathered outside the US consulate, so many desperate faces trying to seek the US visa for their own different reasons. Some of them used to celebrate their joy in open as if they have won the jackpot when they were granted the visas and I saw the sad faces of people as if they are bankrupt, when they were not granted the visas. Everybody was crazy to go to America, yes everybody...., I have seen these crazy people not just in India, but in Europe, in Japan too. Definitely there is some magic involved with this name called as 'America'. Children, teenagers, young couples, old buddies everybody wants to visit America, at least once in a life time and in India you can find millions of them. What a strange paradox it is, five centuries before desperate explorers from Europe were eager to come to India to flourish their trade and to make the colonies, to become a rich. Most of them reached Americas instead of India. Now I can see the desperate people from almost every part of the world wants to go to America, to find the better prospects and a better lifestyle. I was also eager to visit this mighty country. The purpose of writing this series of post is to describe the America based on my experiences, to describe it from my perspective.
After packing up my suitcase, I was ready to fly, the journey was long and the time difference is about 12.5 hours. My first halt was at Singapore and because of the great service provided by Air India, I missed my connecting flight to Los Angeles. The next flight was on next day at the same time, there were 24 hours to spend on the huge Singapore airport as I was not having the Singapore visa. I kept wandering on the airport, contacted my senior colleague Mr. Yashodhan Jog at Los Angeles that I will be reaching there a day later, ate the food at the Chinese restaurant, clicked few snaps and got bored finally. The whole day was wasted, now I did not want to waste one more day so I went back to my hotel room to sleep, so that I can wake up early in the morning and will able to catch the flight to LA.
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After applying for the second time, I received my US visa in this April, I had to go under the same lengthy process again. But this time, counselor at the Mumbai consulate asked me few logical questions instead of numerous vague questions, when he saw the granted visas of various other countries on my passport, he was convinced that I am not the one who is going to be a potential immigrant, I am really visiting US for some authentic purpose and at the end he told me reluctantly that my visa has been approved. So consulate of United States of America accepted my entry into their country.
On that day while going back to Pune from Mumbai, I started thinking about the huge crowd gathered outside the US consulate, so many desperate faces trying to seek the US visa for their own different reasons. Some of them used to celebrate their joy in open as if they have won the jackpot when they were granted the visas and I saw the sad faces of people as if they are bankrupt, when they were not granted the visas. Everybody was crazy to go to America, yes everybody...., I have seen these crazy people not just in India, but in Europe, in Japan too. Definitely there is some magic involved with this name called as 'America'. Children, teenagers, young couples, old buddies everybody wants to visit America, at least once in a life time and in India you can find millions of them. What a strange paradox it is, five centuries before desperate explorers from Europe were eager to come to India to flourish their trade and to make the colonies, to become a rich. Most of them reached Americas instead of India. Now I can see the desperate people from almost every part of the world wants to go to America, to find the better prospects and a better lifestyle. I was also eager to visit this mighty country. The purpose of writing this series of post is to describe the America based on my experiences, to describe it from my perspective.
After packing up my suitcase, I was ready to fly, the journey was long and the time difference is about 12.5 hours. My first halt was at Singapore and because of the great service provided by Air India, I missed my connecting flight to Los Angeles. The next flight was on next day at the same time, there were 24 hours to spend on the huge Singapore airport as I was not having the Singapore visa. I kept wandering on the airport, contacted my senior colleague Mr. Yashodhan Jog at Los Angeles that I will be reaching there a day later, ate the food at the Chinese restaurant, clicked few snaps and got bored finally. The whole day was wasted, now I did not want to waste one more day so I went back to my hotel room to sleep, so that I can wake up early in the morning and will able to catch the flight to LA.
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gr8 .. America diary seems promising ... :)
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