I won't.

"Please state the reasons why you think you would be successful in moving to Dubai and pursuing a career there.

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I stared at this rubric on an interview questionnaire and thought why. This is the land where my parents and a thousand others came to make their fortune. Much more than what they could achieve in their homeland. For over 5 decades this has been the land of gold and its gleaming glitter drew a million fantasies and dreams for those who set foot here.
My newly-wed parents were also 2 of the many who braved the Indian ocean to start a new life. And they did. For all the years that they toiled here, it was glaringly apparent to me the disparity of the expats, who would toil unceasingly come illness or misfortune, against that of the privileged. A saddening pattern that I have observed as I grew up and later started to work here. The pattern of hidden desperation to keep working no matter what. The sea of workers who have blinders tied to their sweating brow, so that they see nothing else but the beginning and end of their monthly reimbursements.
Their body, broken but the Will still strong to keep working so that they could at the very least provide those who wait for them at home (or those that don't really care except that they receive their monthly remittances).
This place, even though my birthplace, could never be my home as the thought that I would have to pack up (or drop everything) and leave the moment my residency expired, would always hang about at the back of my head. I could never use whatever skills I had achieved in my years in India here. My graduation degree, my experiences, my drivers' licenses. Coming here, means starting over. I had done it before but I can't do it again here. I guess I didn't want to end up like the scores of others with the blinders who live paycheck to paycheck.

"I won't."

That was the answer I typed. Not "I don't...". Showing, not a physical or social impediment to my ability to settle and start a life here but rather a mental barricade that, quite flatly, refuses to see any opportunity to do what my dear family expects so highly of me to do. Add to this the fact, that my mixed work experience is looked down upon here and just about all the companies here would downrate you by offering what you would earn back in India in equivalent currency, why that F**K would I want to put up with that. Why would I think I could have a successful career here? Quite simply, I can't and therefore I won't.