This country is weird. It is a huge and colourful cobweb. There are jobs here, machines here, mechanisms here, happiness, treasures, dollars, you will find everything here. Our people fall prey to the luxury. But once they reach here, they are unable to turn back. Our country also has nothing to call them back. Our country has thousands of windows to go out, but not single door to call them back through, to take them in. You will not be able to imagine the life there. Are those people happy who end up buying only in sales and who keep on multiplying the dollar with the current rate of rupee?