One Bedroom Flat …Story of a Software Engineer

by natural on September 23, 2008, 08:18:54 AM
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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 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 oneweek 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 couldn’t 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.

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................!!!!*

Although bitter but this is reallity for many of Us....
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«Reply #1 on: September 23, 2008, 08:39:50 AM »
Too often we don’t realize
what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I’m sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it’s often too late
to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
everything you’ve got
And be thankful for the
little things in life
that mean a lot.
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«Reply #2 on: September 23, 2008, 09:50:01 AM »
great sharing natural  Usual Smile
«Reply #3 on: September 23, 2008, 10:02:15 AM »

Thanku Sanjeev ji... Usual Smile
«Reply #4 on: September 23, 2008, 10:14:49 AM »
Very nice sharing natural... Applause
Nice poem... 

natural what i feel its reality among us for me say am here in gulf and
almost i miss all the important things which i always share with my mom
living here i could only feel her pain ,,and once there was such a hard
time that my mom was admitted in hospital as she was ill and no one around her
as being the only daughter i could only stay far and call her surely its hard
to live a life away from loved ones... sad5
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«Reply #5 on: September 23, 2008, 06:58:12 PM »
nice natural! and i feel you. i live in America. and trust me, i am one of very few that remember our rituals and traditions, let alone, how to speak in urdu. its terrible. muhje aas paas k logon ko dehk k kabhie kabhie bahot dhuk hota hai... magar issee baat pe khud pe fakhr bhi hai! at least i remained who i forever was... from birth till the very last breath of me! 
«Reply #6 on: September 23, 2008, 07:09:21 PM »
It's just money that can't buy peace and harmony, It's up to us and we need to dedicate ourselves for the country and our people.
«Reply #7 on: September 24, 2008, 04:20:35 AM »

Thanks to all of you for reading and commenting here.. Usual Smile
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