What is something you catch yourself getting jealous about?

I’ll be very honest but I am jealous of people who live in Canada. Especially immigrants who got the chance to immigrate. I know very little about the country until 1988, whatever I knew was from a few episode of a tv show or two or maybe a movie. I first got to know a little bit about Canada back in 1988 when I was almost 12. There was an article about the upcoming Winter Olympics and I read about Canada and Calgary in particular.

Before that I had only heard about Toronto and Montreal. By 16 I realized that a few of my favourite musicians were Canadian when I read a magazine about rock music and ofcourse on snippets on MTV & Channel V. And yes ofcourse the Canadian shows that I started watching and finding out on the internet how many of my favourite actors and actresses were actually Canadian and ofcouse seeing more of Canada on tv & internet.

So back when I was 22-23 although my education wasn’t in line, I did try to see if I could immigrate. If not for a job then as a student. My uncle & aunt in the UK wanted to see if I could move to the UK as an adult student but I gave that up as I didn’t have any money. I looked at Canada again in 2002 when I was 26 but again money was an issue. As the years went along, I knew that the time was going on by and the dream of going there was just a dream and I spent hours & hours visiting the country and cities via Youtube videos and vlogs. And in the last few years I saw a lot of Indians making vlogs about migrating to Canada. And recently it has made me angry.

Why? Because Indians are the worst when it comes to immigration. Every Punjabi or Hindi speaking moron who lands there suddenly becomes and expert and talks nonsense in the videos. To see fraudsters immigrate on forged IELTS scores and documents and then behave like shit, it’s embarassing for both Indians and Canadians alike. These people have no respect and are only bring the country down.

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