"A
Bitter Reality" …..Written by An Indian Software Engineer
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 something 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 any more holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to
USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbours 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 rites the
society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had
passed away without seeing their grandchildren.
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 everything and
returned to India... I had just enough money to buy a decent 2 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 neighbours 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 IT
AS YOU WANT IT TO BE