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Why I like Canadian PM Justin Trudeau's With-Family India Visit

So, one more Pardesi came to India last week. Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau's week-long trip to India started on last Sunday. And since then, the whole media and social media is after him. Along with his wife Sophie Gregoire and three children  Xavier, Ella-Grace, and Hadrien, his first visit was Taj Mahal. Then Sabarmati Ashram and Akshardham temple in Ahmedabad, then Golden Temple in Amritsar, and he also visited the Jama Masjid in New Delhi. During his "With Family" visit, many controversies originated. Both Indian and Canadian media said that Canadian PM is being ignored my Indian PM. Then on Thursday, a new issue came into the picture. After it was revealed that a Sikh extremist convicted of attempting to murder an Indian politician had been invited to dine with PM Trudeau at the Canadian High Commissioner's residence in New Delhi, Indian people expressed their outrage through various mediums.

Canadian media went even ahead and said that the trip is not to bring "blockbuster business deals" to Canada, but it is tactfully designed keeping in mind the federal elections in 2019. Some called the trip a mess, a drama, and a costly joke. However, I am in love with this Pardesi family. What a colorful gesture they have shown to we Indians who have almost forgotten our culture and customs. Just have a look at the below picture. Can you show this kind of respect and following while visiting the religious places of other countries?
Some humble Indians never miss a chance to make jokes on contemporary happenings. So when they found Prime Minister Justin Trudeau's family wearing Indian Ethnic everywhere, they went mad. Some made fun of them saying they look like ready for a wedding, Ramleela members and posing for Maynwar (the brand). But what is wrong in dressing yourself in the traditional outfit of any particular place? And when PM and his family visited Delhi's Jama Mosque, all people accompanying them had their shoes on while Justin & his family was barefoot. This was such an embarrassment.
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau visited at Raj Ghat also, a memorial dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi, in New Delhi. He met with many of the Indian leaders and eventually shook hands with PM Narendra Modi. They gave each other a warm hug for which PM Modi is famous. PM Trudeau, on the other hand, showed his full support for PM Modi with his body language and charming smile.
I love that the whole family is photogenic, especially PM Trudeau. He never missed a chance to express himself. And he was successful in communicating that he is thoroughly enjoying the trip. No matter PM didn't come to meed him the very first day, no matter what Indian and Canadian media is babbling and no matter what social media is producing against him, he is always smiling in his best way.

Then I saw the clip wherein he was doing Bhagra. Dressed in a black sherwani and accompanied by wife Sophie Trudeau, this 46-year-old PM danced to the beats of a dhol at a venue that was decorated and arranged like a big, fat wedding. Look at the moves he made, he is close to perfection, isn't it?

He is a nice family person and a very cool father. When asked about visiting with family, he said "For me to be present on an official trip while bringing my kids with me to share this is really special and being able to enjoy this as a dad with my kids is really nice," I feel we are doing injustice with the guest family. We are taught in our culture that "Atithi Devo Bhaw" which literally means guests should be welcomed and honored like a God. And what we are doing, giving this cheery family a flak for their attire and way of expression.

For sure, PM Trudeau is not a film star or a model. But this is not a condition to get yourself clicked nicely. One needs not to be a common man to post his family trip pictures on social media. Canadian PM is a politician but there is nothing wrong in behaving like a family man. He is doing what is a famous saying in our country "Jaisa Desh Waisa Bhesh.." Adapting to the vicinity, blending in as a part of it.

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