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|Just for ONE MORE BEDROOM|
|10/12/02 at 13:01:58|
|> Just for ONE MORE BEDROOM |
> As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in software
> Engineer and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and
> 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
> 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
> thing more than him.
> I started feeling home sick 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 Macdonald's and
> pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting
> 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 shopping 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
> get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get any more holidays.
> After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
> money to my parents and telling the neighbours 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
> a week some times 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
> 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
> The next message I got was my parents were passed away and as there
> was no one to do the last rites the society members had done whatever
> I was depressed. My parents were 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
> My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay
> in India. My 2 children and myself 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 a American and
> my son was happy living in USA. I decided that I had enough and wound-up
> every thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent
> two bed room 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
> 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 neighbours again who will be
> performing my last rites, God bless them.
> But the question still remains 'Was all this worth it ?'
> I am still searching for an answer.
> Courtesy : An American Magazine
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