‘Amreeka’ is how people in a certain part of India refer to America as. In that part of the country, some people could be so obsessed with the idea of making it big (or even small) in this land of dreams and opportunities, that they sometimes name their sons ‘Amreek’, possibly in the hope that he will somehow live up to his name and go to Amreeka one day.
So this blog is about how an Indian sees Amreeka, about our hopes and aspirations, challenges and struggles, the void in our hearts which somehow starts filling when we are sitting in a plane looking at the flight map every two minutes to see the little airplane inch closer to the place we call home, no matter where we live in the world.
It is also about things we love about Amreeka and Amreekis. Things that we would miss dearly when we go back home and talk about years later. “In 2011, when I was in America…”. Things that we don’t love so much, will not miss when we go back but will still talk about years later.
It is all in good fun, and more than that, it is a memoir of my life in Amreeka, the people I got to know, and the friendships I will miss when I go back home to the place which is and will always be my favourite place on earth.