He had been a journalist with the Indian Express at the time he left. We learned from Express later on that he resigned the job some days before he left. He was around thirty years of age and we were pursuing him to get married for three years by then.
I, my mother, and sisters bid a tearful farewell on that fateful day. Every time I wonder why he left and I also wonder how such a life is different and more fulfilling than material life which most of us, the vast humanity, lead.
He had been a journalist and a very good one at that. I always loved journalism and I envied him because he was working mostly out of our home. I am a person away from India and always hoping to return for good.
He prepares content, makes his reports on our home PC making occasional visits for his reports to locations. It was a dream job for anyone and what’s greater than writing well in a newspaper red by millions? He seemed to enjoy his job too. He had never mentioned an interest to come to Gulf and I did not care to bring him knowing full well all the hardships.
Though, I keep wondering occasionally whether I must have brought him to Dubai so that he would not have come into contact with anyone who might have influenced him to give-up material life.
As I explained, the reason I did not bring him to Dubai is that;
1. I myself have been languishing here (After 12 yrs) away from home.
2. Basic objective of anyone coming to Gulf, which is for saving money, is a very tough target.
3. I know that professionally he can achieve much less here than in India.
