This is the second year when I've been asked to mentor post-graduate students in the MSc in Pharmacy Regulatory Affairs. They are required to write a thesis on some relevant independent research in that field. I have [been] adopted [by] one of my last year's mentees. A year ago, I wrote "Sounds like an asset to me; I hope he doesn't go straight back to India with his qual." He is hanging in there - or rather here - trying to find work in the pharmaceutical arena where he can use his talents (tenacity, happy disposition, experience in research) to earn an honest crust. His visa has been extended for a year after graduation, so he has till November to find a billet.
Turns out that his Tamil Nadu Network TNN is almost begging him to return home. But his ambition is to a) get work and settle in Ireland b) bring his parents to live with him when his Dad retires in 2024. We fell to talking about Indian society and politics, He is clearly a TNexiteer in his heart and wants much more autonomy for his State and less interference from
Palin's commentary] between India and Pakistan. Here, the fittest, smartest, and handsomest soldiers in the armies of the two countries show how clearly we are descended from apes and share ancestry with bantam cocks: strut, puff, stamp, glower, primp. And the crowd roars! My boy among them, reflecting on how the Indians far outnumbered the Pakistanis on the occasion he visited and how pathetic the little crowd of crescent-flag wavers looked.
I invite you to reflect on your own position in similar circumstances. The definition of The Other seems to be almost ubiquitous in human cultures. How narrowly we define Us is, for me, a marker for inclusiveness and indeed humanity. I am a European. I've never been comfortable about being part of a nation state. The idea of rooting for 'my' county in a hurling final is completely alien. But if I look critically at my smug credentials for welcoming enthusiastic, qualified pharmacists from Tamil Nadu (and all those gynaecologists from Syria), then I have to admit I feel edgy about people from the occupied six counties. Not individually, mind, some of my best friends are Nordies; but The Flag-wagging Collective. It seems timely to bring this up <blooooargh> as we move into the 8th hour of an EU without UK.