Thursday, August 12, 2010

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM??? 'was all this worth it?'

 I came across this story which was an email forward. 
While the story may seem to be a "story", however the message at the end is worth reflecting upon.
 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 USA, it was as if a dream had come true. Here at last I was in
the place where I wanted 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.
But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?' I am still searching
for an answer.................!!!

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