This Saturday, I will be completing two weeks of the four week Indo-US friendship tour across the United States of America. From Central Park in New York City to Greeley Colorado, I have crossed the heart of America on my way to the western coast. I have heard stories of quite different types of families – a nice couple in a small town of Pennsylvania, a single Colombian woman in Cincinnati Ohio, an elderly couple in seventies in Bloomington Indiana with life long thirst for knowledge, a big family in Indiana with two dads and eight kids, a big family tree in Illinois with three generations to welcome me, a lively couple in Wisconsin, a birthday party in Minnesota, a widowed old artist in the sleepy town of Soux Falls, SD , three camping families in the Badlands of Dakotas, a native Indian family in America’s poorest region of Pine Ridge, a badass scholarly couple in Colorado with remarkable zest for life in their attempts to make the world more compassionate – and countless men and women and speeding ticket issuing officers at gas stations, diners, rest areas, pullovers on highways, churches, bars, schools, pharmacies .. phew!
In all these stories, it might be a coincidence, I find a hope. Hope to live for tomorrow. There is lot of diversity in how the home is set up. How family chores are divided. What stage of life these people are in. Quite a lot of them seem content. Quite a lot are rebellious ones. Some of them know what they are doing and why. Some others still figuring out. Some have genuine fears in life. Others could not care less. But almost all of them share their concern for the world when asked what they think of tomorrow or if they have worries in life.
I am quite touched but their openness and kindness. Some of them at least knew of me. At least a day in advance. Some were total strangers. Some didn’t know of me till the moment I knocked their door. Yet, the response and kindness to talk to me, or feed me or shelter me has been incredible to say the least.
And I have touched not even the tip of this iceberg called America. I have not entered the home of an African America or Hispanic family yet. I have not had supper in a blue collar family home. I fear that if I broadcast that desire of mine too much, I might be accused of race tourism or poverty tourism or other things to that effect. But I rely on some random stroke of luck to have a family like that open door for me. I hope my genuine curiosity about them will be seen,
I look forward to the rest of the journey. I don’t have very many families or homes lined up as I go further west. But I have hope. Hope to go west another day.
Meanwhile, we have only fourteen ( 14 ) days to go before this kickstarter campaign gets over. We are little over the half mark of $2500. If we don’t get that in next two weeks, project will be scrapped off and movie won’t be funded. I am already deeply grateful for you for your support. Every buck counts. So please help spread the word. It is not the value of each contribution but the total number of backers that will get this project included in the list of FEATURED PROJECTS on this site. I believe in you and myself! Yes We Can !
Adios Amigos !
Gupta Goes Greek !