Happiness is...having paranthas in America!!!

Touched the American land late Saturday evening and boy..it was chilly. In the 24 hours of my journey from India till here one thing I was well sure off was that the more dearer the American dream is, the more torturous the journey.

As a first time international traveler I had the privilege to touch two most important countries on the world map..USA and UK. Stranded at airport, some cancelled flights, some curses and then the focus was on the growling stomach and its emptiness. An Indian's  nightmare during international travel occurs when one happens to be a vegetarian. God,With the heart missing the daal chawal to the core and mind focusing on the Starbucks ahead, the vegetarian buds had to be satisfied with hummus with pita bread as every other item on menu had some sort of meat as its ingredient. Cold - uncooked-dollars wasted.

American reality and unheigyne faced us when it was told that sink water can be used for drinking. Back in hotel, the big question again..what to have for dinner?  And then the miracle happened..we were introduced to the big fat world of ready to eat Haldirams stuff. The stuff was existent in India as well but not of this variety. So we had the privilege of paranthas with different filling options/veggies/paneer and the best was the frozen samosas. After the bread butter routine gorging on the paranthas was next to getting a bonus along with a salary hike. So the happiness and excitement of being in a foreign land was subdued by the possibility of Indian home style meals here.

Perhaps we are all looking for happiness but in the wrong places!!!!!