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: One Bedroom Flat - By Indian Software Engineer  ( 5865 )
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One Bedroom Flat - By Indian Software Engineer



 A Bitter Reality
" 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.

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.
 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...... ......... ..!!!






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