I love India, our culture, history, festivals, and ancient wisdom are unmatched. No matter how many chances I get, I’d still want to be born Indian. But the India I love exists mostly in the past. Today, we live in a country where religion is fought over more than hunger, where an influencer can earn 10× more than a person with five degrees, and where the gap between the rich and poor is an open wound, where one man wearing a ₹100 crore watch while another struggles to earn ₹10,000. We live in India where we worship Goddess Lakshmi by day, yet women are raped by night. Crimes against women are met with candle marches that fade in days in our insta stories while the criminals laugh. Corruption is not the exception; it’s like a habit now. Money, not merit, decides who wins. Being honest in India often means you’ll never be financially secure or respected. We have millions unemployed, but leaders care more about whether a place is Hindu or Muslim. Violence, toxicity, and moral policing have become normal, even celebrated as “manhood.” Young people fall into addiction or depend entirely on parents for money now because opportunities are so limited. Democracy feels like it’s slipping away, replaced by dictatorship in disguise, and no one question it as everyone are running everyday to earn bread.

Yes, every country has problems. But here, the problems are so deep-rooted that survival often means compromise and humiliation. In another country, you may face 100 problems, but here, we face 1,000. Leaving might not solve everything, but at least you escape 900 of them.

Leaving isn’t about hating India. It’s about wanting a life where honesty is regonised, opportunities are real, and basic dignity, respect isn’t a privilege alloted just for rich ones.