ONE BEDROOM FLAT...

Every person those who are far away from their parents for jobs should

have to read this heart touching mail !!!


ONE BEDROOM FLAT...


WRITTEN BY AN 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 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 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 so

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 decided 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 rites 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 ITAS YOU WANT IT TO BE ??.


"What is most valuable is not what you have in ur life

but who you have in ur life"

START THINKING

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS ?..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ??..

START LIVING IT ??.

LIVE ITAS YOU WANT IT TO BE ??.