Saturday, April 3, 2010

Story 11 : Just for "ONE MORE BEDROOM" ........... ????

This story came from my uncle and this is for all the people who have built dreams of the so called great US. This is a classic example.
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 home sick 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 Macdonald'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 any more 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 some times 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 were 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 were 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 myself 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 I had enough and wound-up every  thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent two  bed  room 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 if  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 rites.


  1. We can never predict how the future will shape for us. All I can say is at this stage you should try to keep yourself busy and give your knowledge and experience to others. Kids today don't like to listen to elders but out of 100 there will at least a few who are willing to gain that wisdom. As long as you have strength and energy we should all try to be busy and useful to the society.

  2. Happiness is not to be counted by how many bedrooms one has or how big is ones house .... unfortunately few people do ....

    Anyways If i were the old man ... here is what i will do /try to do ...
    1. 60 is not an age where one has to give up everything .... i need to self motivate myself a little bit and think of all
    2. Understood past is bitter but i want to think of current/future - i know i can make lot of difference in young generation - School/Temple are 2 great places where one gains wisdom and the other for right cultural roots
    3. I will use my time talking to youngsters, educating them for not 'running after dreams'


    ps: Please pass this to the senior and if he is interested I will be more than happy to talk to the person to bring his morale back. He might have lost his immediate family members but "Community" still wants him.

  3. We are all chasing the rainbow...