Sunday, August 1, 2010

one bed room flat a NRI

A very touching article.

Every person who is far away from home and parents for jobs has to read

this heart touching mail!!!



A Bitter Reality

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in 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


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...... ......... ..!!!






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