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X = X + 1 Syndrome
an Indian professional becomes a 'Non-Resident Indian' in
the United States, he soon starts suffering from a strange
disease. The symptoms are a fixture of restlessness, anxiety,
hope and nostalgia. The virus is a deep inner need to get
back home. Like Shakespeare said, "The spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak." The medical world has not coined
a word for this malady. Strange as it is, it could go by a
stranger name, the "X + 1" syndrome.
understand this disease better, consider the background. Typically
middle-class, the would be migrant's sole ambition through
school is to secure admission into one of those heavily government
subsidised institutions - the IITs. With the full backing
of a doting family and a good deal of effort, he achieves
his goal. Looking for fresh worlds to conquer, his sights
rest on the new world. Like lemmings to the sea, hordes of
IIT graduates descend on the four US consulates to seek the
holiest of holy grails - the F-1 (student) stamp on the passport.
After crossing the visa hurdle and tearful farewell, our hero
departs for the Mecca of higher learning, promising himself
and his family that he will return some day - soon! The family
proudly informs their relatives of each milestone - his G.P.A.,
his first car (twenty years old), his trip to Niagara Falls
(photographs), his first winter (parkas, gloves). The two
years roll by and he graduates at the top of his class. Now
begins the 'great hunt' for a company that will not only give
him a job but also sponsor him for that 3" X 3"
grey plastic, otherwise known as the Green Card. A US company
sensing a good bargain offers him a job. Naturally, with all
the excitement of seeing his first pay check in four digit
dollars, thoughts of returning to India are far away. His
immediate objective of getting the Green Card is reached within
his family back home worry about the strange American influences
(and more particularly, AIDS). Through contacts they line
up a list of eligible girls from eligible families and wait
for the great one's first trip home. Return he does, at the
first available opportunity, with gifts for the family and
mouth-watering tales of prosperity beyond imagination. After
interviewing the girls, he picks the most likely (lucky) one
to be Americanised. Since the major reason for the alliance
is his long-term stay abroad, the question of his immediate
return does not arise. Any doubts are set aside by the 'backwardness'
of working life, long train travel, lack of phones, inadequate
opportunities for someone with hi-tech qualifications, and
so on. The newly-weds return to America with the groom having
to explain the system of arranged marriages to the Americans.
Most of them regard it as barbaric and on the same lines as
communism. The tongue-tied bride is cajoled into explaining
the bindi and saree. Looking for something homely, the couple
plunges into the frenetic expatriate week-end social scene
compromising dinners, videos of Hindi/regional films, shopping
at Indian stores, and bhajans. Initially, the wife misses
the warmth of her family, but the presence of washing machines,
vacuum cleaners, daytime soap operas and the absence of a
domineering mother-in-law helps. Bits of news filtering through
from India, mostly from returning Indians, is eagerly lapped
discussions with friends, the topic of returning to India
arises frequently but is brushed aside by the lord and master
who is now rising in the corporate world and has fast moved
into a two garage home - thus fulfilling the great American
Dream. The impending arrival of the first born fulfills the
great Indian Dream. The mother-in-law arrives in time: after
all, no right thinking parent would want their off-spring
to be born in India if offered the American alternative. With
all material comforts that money can bring, begins the first
signs of un-easiness - a feeling that somehow things are not
what they should be. The craze for exotic electronic goods,
cars and vacations have been satiated. The week-end gatherings
are becoming routine.
with a mid-life crisis, the upwardly mobile Indian's career
graph plateu's out. Younger and more aggressive Americans
are promoted. With one of the periodic mini recessions in
the economy and the threat of a hostile take-over, the job
itself seems far from secure. Unable or unwilling to socialize
with the Americans, the Indian retreats into a cocoon. At
the home front, the children have grown up and along with
American accents have imbibed American habits (cartoons, hamburgers)
and values (dating). They respond to their parents' exhortation
of leading a clean Indian way of life by asking endless questions.
generation gap combines with the cultural chasm. Not surprisingly,
the first serious thoughts of returning to India occur at
this stage. Taking advantage of his vacation time, the Indian
returns home to 'explore' possibilities. Ignoring the underpaid
and bureaucratic government sector, he is bewildered
by the 'primitive' state of the private sector. Clearly overqualified
even to be a managing director/chairman he stumbles upon the
idea of being an entrepreneur. In the seventies, his search
for an arena to display his business skills normally ended
in poultry farming. In the eighties, electronics is the name
of the game. Undaunted by horror stories about government
red tape and corruption he is determined to overcome the odds
- with one catch. He has a few things to settle in the United
States. After all, you can't just throw away a lifetime's
work. And there are things like taxation and customs regulations
to be taken note of. Pressed for a firm date, he says confidently
'next year' and therein lies our story. The next years come
and go but there is no sign of our McCarthian friend. In other
words if 'X' is the current year, then the objective is to
return in the 'X + 1' year. Since 'X' is a changing variable,
the objective is never reached. Unable to truly melt in the
'Great Melting Pot', chained to his cultural moorings and
haunted by an abject fear of giving up an accustomed standard
of living, the Non-Resident Indian vacillates and oscillates
between two worlds in a twilight zone. Strangely, this malady
appears to affect only the Indians - all of our Asian brethren
from Japan, Korea and even Pakistan - seem immune to it.
X=x+1 Source: Anon [or was it R.K Narayan?]. Alok Samuel a
GaramChai.com visitor attributes a version of the article
to the article written by Mr.J.Rajgopal in Economic Times,
several years back. A
copy of that article can be found online.
Response to this, Deepa
I wrote this a couple of years back when I read
X=X + 1 syndrome for the first time. Today when I read it
again, I thought I should send it to you.
Our friend spends endless hours in +2 to get into a decent
college. After securing 90% he rejoices that he will get into
a decent engineering college. But, he gets into a private
college in a government seat. He thoroughly enjoys 4 years
of his college life. At the end of four years, he is ready
to end his student life and start earning. But the reality
strikes now. He is offered a job for Rs.2000/-, which would
be increased by Rs.500/- at the end of one year. With in 6
months our friend is fed up of job hunting. He starts preparing
for CAT to get into IIMs. Only 4 in 1000 get in to IIMs. Now,
He starts applying for US universities. After all he has prepared
so hard for CAT, so no need for any new preparation for GRE/GMAT.
After spending a hefty Rs.75,000/- for applications and GRE
he gets into 3 schools without any funding. After a long debate
with his parents, he decides to take up a loan and go to US.
He applies for visa. (One in 3 people gets rejected for no
reason after 9/11) Luckily our guy gets his visa. By this
time he has started chatting/mailing with his seniors. With
their prudent guidance he starts shopping. He also finalizes
his room mates with the help of the e-groups. He lands up
in the Mecca of education. He is put in a seniors house temporarily.
He finds an on-campus job in the cafeteria.
our friend is a pure veg, he finds it difficult to work with
meat. Finally, by the stroke of luck he lands up in a grading
job which pays slightly higher than the canteen job. Now,
he gets $10 per hour and works for 20 hours per week. After
State and Federal Taxes he gets$700 per month. He is living
with 4 roommates in a double bedroom apartment. He does his
weekly shopping. Buys the cheapest groceries. Also buys some
old furnitures from his seniors who were moving to other places.
They religiously cook at home. After 6 months gets TV free
of cost from a senior, buys a VCR for $10(He was dreaming
of a DVD player when he was in India.) At the end of one year
he gets an unpaid internship for two months. He loses his
internship at the end of one month. Now he has one more month
of summer vacation left. By this time he becomes home sick.
So, he decides to visit India. But he falls short of cash,
so decides to swipe all his credit cards. He buys lots of
chocolates for his parents. He carefully avoids speaking about
the miseries of student life to his parents/friends in India.
With the help of the experience of the unpaid internship,
our guy manages to get into a job by the time he graduates.
(He is the only person in a batch of 50 to land up in a job)
- courtsey 9/11 !!
he has to repay the loan he got for his undergrad and grad
(almost 12 lacs). Despite this he buys his first car(because
without a car he cant even go to his job) He decides to come
to India before he joins his job. Even now he doesnt have
cash for his tickets/ chocolates. Again he swipes the credit
India he reads this mail from his friend: with a link to
then there are desis like Jai Shanker
was born in Bangalore, India, in 1954, and was one of the
early beneficiaries of ! the Indian Institute of Technology
(IIT). I got my bachelor's and master's degrees in industrial
management from IIT Madras (now called Chenai). I was recruited
out of college by Tata Consultancy Services (TCS). In 1980,
I was one of the first Indians to come to Atlanta! as a systems
analyst. At that time, one of the only things people in Atlanta
knew about India was curry.
When I resigned from TCS, I got a job in Atlanta instead of
returning to India. I then met and married my wife of 22 years.
I am an American citizen. In 2000, I was running one of the
most profitable software divisions for an enterprise software
America has become a true melting pot of cultures. Unfortunately,
corporate greed will end up spoiling the harmony of this pot.
After the Y2K boom years, d! emand for enterprise software
dropped off the cliff. I had to lay off people, and I got
laid off myself. My wife and I rapidly consolidated our assets
and debts and moved to Florida.
I have been unable to get permanent or temporary work since
2001. We have been living off our savings and 401(k) investments.
I now realize that there are thousands of highly educated
and experienced people like myself who cannot find work. Corporations
now pay out cheap wages and are willing to set ! up shop in
India. CEOs are also opting for short-term solutions without
much consideration for the resulting brain drain from the
IT profession. In my 23 years in the industry, I have witnessed
conflict between the business and the IT department.
Communication has always been a problem between IT and the
business systems user community. So outsourcing has become
a prayer from the heavens for these business executives. The
cost o! f living in India is a fraction of what it is here,
so one can live like a prince there for one-tenth of American
Modern-day India looks like the Silicon Valley of the '90s.
Employees are job-hopping and driving up the wages in India
for software engineers. Software development needs continuity,
careful documentati! on of specifications and quality assurance.
I wonder how it will work out with development and support
teams in India.
Wall Street drives the American CEO into short-term thinking
and a greed-and-fear cycle. CEOs are being rewarded for cost-cutting.
The mass exodus to set up shop in India will backfire. In
the meantime, middle-class Americans will have to tighten
their belts and quit buying anything but necessities. The
achievement of middle-class status is what made America a
dream destination for foreign immigrants. Once the goose that
lays the golden egg dies, where will the new consumers come
Like you, I am contemplating leaving my IT profession behind.
Jai Shanker, Former VP and General Manager, now unemployed
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