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As
the dream of most parents I
had
acquired a degree in
Software
Engineering and joined
a
company based in USA, the
land
of braves and opportunity.
When
I arrived in the USA, it
was
as if a dream had come true.
Here
at last I was in the place
where
I want to be. I decided I
would
be staying in this country
for
about Five years in which
time
I would have earned enough
money
to settle down in India.
My
father was a government
employee
and after his retirement,
the
only asset he could acquire
was
a decent one bedroom flat.
I
wanted to do some thing more
than
him. I started feeling
homesick
and lonely as the time
passed.
I used to call home and
speak
to my parents every week
using
cheap international phone
cards.
Two years passed, two
years
of Burgers at McDonald's
and
pizzas
and discos and 2 years
watching
the foreign exchange
rate
getting happy whenever the
Rupee
value went down.
Finally
I decided to get married.
Told
my parents that I have
only
10 days of holidays and
everything
must be done within
these
10 days. I got my ticket
booked
in the cheapest flight.
Was
jubilant and was actually
enjoying
hopping for gifts for
all
my friends back home. If I miss
anyone
then there will be
talks.
After reaching home I spent
home
one week going through
all
the photographs of girls and as
the
time was getting
shorter
I was forced to select one
candidate.
In-laws
told me, to my surprise,
that
I would have to get
married
in 2-3 days, as I will not
get
anymore holidays. After
the
marriage, it was time to
return
to USA, after giving some
money
to my parents and telling
the
neighbors to look after
them,
we returned to USA.
My
wife enjoyed this country for
about
two months and then she
started
feeling lonely. The
frequency
of calling India
increased
to twice in a week
sometimes
3 times a week. Our
savings
started diminishing.
After
two more years we started
to
have
kids. Two lovely kids, a boy
and
a girl, were gifted to us
by
the almighty. Every time I spoke
to
my parents, they asked
me
to come to India so that they
can
see their grand-children.
Every
year I decide to go to India…
But
part work part
monetary
conditions prevented it.
Years
went by and visiting
India
was a distant dream. Then
suddenly
one day I got a
message
that my parents were
seriously
sick. I tried but I
couldn't
get any holidays and thus
could
not go to India ... The
next
message I got was my
parents
had passed away and as
there
was
no one to do the last rights
the
society members had done
whatever
they could. I was
depressed.
My parents had passed
away
without seeing their grand
children.
After
couple more years passed
away,
much to my children's
dislike
and my wife's joy we
returned
to India to settle down.
I
started to look for a suitable
property,
but to my dismay my
savings
were short and the
property
prices had gone up
during
all
these years. I had to return to
the
USA...
My
wife refused to come back
with
me and my children refused
to
stay
in India... My 2 children and I
returned
to USA after
promising
my wife I would be
back
for good after two years.
Time
passed by, my daughter
decided
to get married to an
American
and my son was happy
living
in USA... I decided that
had
enough and wound-up every
thing
and returned to India... I
had
just enough money to buy a
decent
02 bedroom flat in a
well-developed
locality.
Now
I am 60 years old and the
only
time I go out of the flat is
for
the routine visit to the nearby
temple.
My faithful wife
has
also left me and gone to the
holy
abode.
Sometimes
I
wondered was it worth all this?
My
father, even after staying in
India,
Had
a house to his name and I too
have
the
same nothing more.
I
lost my parents and children for
just
ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.
Looking
out from the window I
see
a lot of children dancing.
This
damned cable TV has spoiled
our
new generation and these
children
are losing their values
and
culture because of it. I
get
occasional cards from my
children
asking I am alright. Well
at
least they remember me.
Now
perhaps after I die it will be
the
neighbors again who will
be
performing my last rights, God
Bless
them.
But
the question
still
remains
'was all this worth it?'
I
am still searching for an
answer.................!!!
START
THINKING
IS
IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA
BEDROOM???
LIFE
IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST
LEAVE
YOUR LIFE ……..
START
LIVING IT …….
LIVE
IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE ……:-)
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