tests, and weekend parties, before I knew I was in my final semester. I had enjoyed every bit of college experience. It had been everything I wanted it to be, and more. I had adapted myself completely to the American lifestyle. All these years I always missed home, but I figure was too busy with my work to brood about it. I was on the threshold of leaving college and entering the "real" world. I had to decide regarding what I wanted to do from there on. It was then I made another big decision. I decided to go back to India and work there upon completion of college.Most people I knew were surprised by this choice. Mostly, everyone who comes to study, stays back. I could not bring myself to stay back because I realized that I simply did not belong in America. As much as I had enjoyed staying there, I wanted to go back home, and there was only one place in the world I thought of as home; India. It has been about a year since I left America. Upon graduation I got a lot of decent offers from American firms, but I stuck to my decision. I came home, and took up a job in my home town. I often wonder as to how different my life would have been had I stayed back in the U.S. I would probably be earning ten times more, driving a much better car on much better roads, living in a far more luxurious home. Sounds like I cut myself a bad deal? If you could see the smile on my face right now, you would know my answer. ...
