A Flight to Catch

Bird's eye view of the Himalayan range from my flight to Delhi, a visit to Nagarkot and the wife of a current migrant with her toddler.

Bird’s eye view of the Himalayan range from my flight to Delhi, a visit to Nagarkot and the wife of a current migrant with her toddler.

I travelled to Kathmandu in December 2014 for my field work to understand the migration journey of  Nepali workers to Qatar. After a few initial protocols, I was flooded with thoughts of their aspirations, apprehensions and reasons for migration. Following is an attempt to summarize the experience of a migrant’s state of mind throughout his journey of unexpected ups and downs.

As I stand at the door,
trying to gather all the memories,
giving away all the love the heart pours,
a father reports for his duty.

A different world of demand and supply,
but I just left with a hope to fly.
A dream comes true for I had no money,
sponsored by a friend who asks me not
to worry.

Played along this game of trust,
for I had no other option,
no government to help, no farms to plough,
What to do? I just wanted those smiles to grow.

The cool breeze and the beaming lights,
so far it was a city of delights,
Buried the Nepali coins in my wallet,
I thought now was the time for Riyal.

Little did I know of the rules,
but soon it was just about the tools,
Following the routine from four to four,
A bunker bed, alcohol and a flock of friends in the end. 

I wait for my return,
Fulfilling their needs with all what I
have earned,
Afraid of my nation’s stagnant reign,
Would there be a flight to catch again?

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