For One Bedroom Flat ?A Heart Touching Story

Every person those who rfar away from their parents for jobs should
have to read this heart touching Story
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software
Engineering and joined acompany 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 tosettle down in India.
My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only
asset he could acquire was a decent onebedroom 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 timeto 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 Ispoke to my
parents, they asked me to come toIndia so that they can seetheir
grand-children.
Every year I decide to go to India, But part work part monetary
conditionsprevented 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 awaywithout seeing
their grand children.
After couple more years passed away, much to mychildren's dislike and
my wife's joy we returned toIndia to settle down.
I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings
were short and the property prices had goneup 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 US afterpromising 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
stayingin India, Had a house to his name and I too have the same
nothing more. Ilost 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 mychildren 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 ananswer.................!!!
START THINKING
IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???
LIFE IS BEYOND THIS..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE .. START LIVING IT.
LIVEIT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE
WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER...A Bitter Reality