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Devanshu Narang

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    ...As an Indian-born who had spent a major part of his life in India my story may reflect images of many other immigrants who after arriving in distant lands find a more intense connect there and decide to cut their ties with India. Some slowly while others rapidly. It is a known fact that amongst the ‘Person of Indian origin’ who become citizen of their new abode (referred as POI) or Non Resident Indians (NRI) who still continue with their Indian citizenship, only a few return back. Except off course the ones who have no other option but to return either due to their visas or work permits. A few like me make a conscious attempt to return, come back and after spending some more time in India realize that they can never fit into the Indian maze again. Then they flap their wings again and fly back to distant lands! ...

    TOI on Nov. 20, 2017, 2:12 p.m.

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    ...It was unexpected, undesired and definitely unplanned but when it happened, it happened in a snap. Mentally, physically and more important, emotionally. Before my Indian friends lose interest or call me anti-national as it is popular to call people at the drop of a hat in neo-India, let me explain. I am not alone and this perhaps happens to a lot of us who immigrate to distant lands. Some experience this cord-cutting the moment they leave Indian shores, some years or decades later and some never in their life-time. I can take you through my journey and how this happened to me. After living the most part of last two years in India and being back in Canada for a few months, I was again returning back to India this coming week. I had a confirmed air-ticket and a flight itinerary all drawn to ensure another long stay in India. And then that moment came. I froze. I knew that I could not go back. Not this time. And definitely not permanently ever. India just blotted out of my future plans. Forever. ...

    TOI on Nov. 13, 2017, 8:37 a.m.

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    ...That too in real life! Upon hearing of my surgery the next day, my daughter had come from USA to be with us. Besides being teary eyed upon seeing her after a long time, I also had to get back the family’ attention and dug deep into my acting skills to create a typical Bollywood end scene. ‘Papa…..’, my daughter was going to roll out the first tear when my wife intervened, ‘Ignore his words. He cannot even bear light fever, becomes weak and starts uttering gibberish. The Doctor says that this is just a minor procedure’. She knew my moods and did not want me to get into that lousy one again especially after learning that I had a one in three chance of not going back home. She was physically and emotionally tired and had no energies left to go through any more of my drama. ‘No, I am serious. I know it and was waiting for you to come before I convey my final requests. I have a feeling that I am not coming out of that room tomorrow. ...

    TOI on Oct. 26, 2017, 10:42 a.m.

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    ...Sometimes by choice and sometimes as thrust upon by environment. But perhaps the conditioning of minds built on discrimination of centuries left some venom deep in the minds which is now pouring out, poisoning and mitigating the world again. One could still try and face hate with reasoning and discussion as the power of logic is strong. After all, the color of blood is same for the hater and the hated. The organs are similar as we are the same homo sapiens. When one travels the world and lives in different societies then one can also easily understand that the basic needs of food and shelter, to love or to be loved and to have a family or community to which one can belong are also similar. ...

    TOI on Sept. 12, 2017, 11:26 a.m.

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    ...Gauri Lankesh- Another one brought to task for speaking her mind out on 5th September 2017. Three piercing bullets were enough to silence a voice which would not stop crusading. Like her peers gone before, she too is expected to rest in peace while the rest of us, including the indifferent elite, write condolences and forget her later till the next one falls. You and me- We do not even need bullets. We are cowards who have fallen with just a thought that we could be next in line. Our dead souls already rest in peace in our living bodies as we have continuously been doing for the last few years despite growing signs of intolerance emerging from every nook and corner of India. Sometimes money is used to silence the voice. After all media – print or visual needs money to sustain themselves and make profits for their owners. Sometimes power is used to mute dissent. After all humans have the tendency to crawl when asked to bend by the powerful. ...

    TOI on Sept. 6, 2017, 11:33 a.m.

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    ...the list is endless. We need two feet to touch and bow down to. Or two saintly hands which can rest on our heads, soothe us and allow us to leave all our worries and chant hymns in glory of the Grand Head above, be it of a Neta, Baba or Master. Osho recognized this as a global concern for world citizens decades back when he said that men and women never grow up and the child inside never dies. In childhood it looks up to the Papa who takes care of him and in adulthood the Pastor becomes the Big Papa whose hand their little fingers crave for to guide them through despair and darkness. In India, the leader/King/Don/Neta/Baba/Guru/Mata, whom in short let us refer to as the Baba hereafter, occupies that sacred pedestal. ...

    TOI on Aug. 26, 2017, 1:58 p.m.

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    ...Knock, Knock! I waited for another minute. Knock, Knock!! I waited for two more minutes. No reply. Maybe I was given wrong directions to the place. I turned back and was walking away when suddenly a small window opened and a woman with calming brown eyes, dark hair and a brightly lit face looked back at me with lots of concern. “May I help you! You seem to be lost!” I kept looking back at those eyes and was lost in a trance. She smiled and continued, “Are you sure you are at the right place?” Suddenly a dark cloud roared back reminding me of the cold, wet journey I had just finished while reaching this far. “Oh yes, I need to get into this place, Heaven or Hell whatever this place is”, I answered back tired and unmindful of whatever was in store ahead as I was sure I had seen enough of both from where I was just coming and this would just be a version 2.0 of my life. But perhaps, just perhaps, there may be nothingness here, a state of calm where the tides and ebbs would not matter anymore. I have had enough of a roller coaster life back there on planet earth. Success, failure, love, hate, truth, delight, pain, agony,…. Everything. ...

    TOI on July 9, 2017, 4:16 p.m.

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    ...What is there to celebrate when a Junaid can be killed even before the mourning for an Ayub is over? Why should young children die to make us realize that the path we have chosen to tread is a cul-de-sac and can only lead to destruction and death. Either of our loved ones or of our perceived enemies. The Indian government stands as a mute spectator as Muslims are being systematically abused and turned into second grade citizens in their own country. Just the same way, the American government watches silently while the hate crimes against immigrants and colored people reaches a crescendo. Secular, Liberal, Equal, Just- All have been made words of derision, used by weak people who have supposedly used them in the past to give undue advantages to the minorities. ...

    TOI on June 26, 2017, 7:38 a.m.