Chalta hai na!
In my-mid forties, conventionally a good time to start retirement, fate presented me with two choices a voluntary retirement in my own country or a fresh start in a new country. With reluctance and deep apprehension at some corner of my heart & unbridled excitement at another, we took a leap of faith. As we landed in the new country and started our life here, amongst the visible stark differences, I noticed efficiency replaced warmth at a DNA level in this country. Zero acceptance against any standard/predefined processes. To share an example, a few bottles of expensive cream which inadvertently made through the Indian customs, found home in UK immigration trash. “Mam, I can’t even get in a bottle of coke if I want to since the day someone decided to blow up a plane using liquid chemicals” was the response to my feeble protests – Polite yet firm- no negotiation. I missed the fuss of porters rushing to pick your luggage as we arrived at the hotel, we had to mind our l...