That day of my life 

The d-day is here. A day, which I thought, would never come in my life. A day when I will have to wait outside the tall, imposing, white walls of the US Consulate at Chennai, to get my visa cleared to fly to the ‘Land of dreams’.

During my college days a lot of friends and classmates were seen (or made sure that they were seen) with books like ‘How to crack GRE’. I looked at them condescendingly as I believed then that my mission was to stay here and serve the nation.

Seven years of being a business journalist and one child later, in hindsight it all appears to be laziness on my part. I was simply lazy to take up the challenge of preparing for competitive exams, filling up endless forms and writing statements of purpose.

My only link to the US till now has been meeting with and interviewing business heads who occasionally fly down to invest in one of the fastest emerging market that is India.

Now that the husband has moved to the US, I either have no other choice but to follow, or to put it in another way, things are easier for me now, to move to meet Uncle Sam.

That brings me to the question. Do I want to go to the US or not? Frankly I still do not know. I do not know what to expect out of this US sojourn. I have worked and been financially independent for the most part of the last nine years. My career too is at cross roads as the promotion that I have been seeking (and rightfully deserve) has not come my way.

So let me just take this trip with an open mind. Let me too live the life of an American. Let me see what it takes to be an American and what makes the country what it is today. Hoping to write more in the days to come.