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A Touching and Thought Provoking Story

Wednesday, April 11, 2007 Leave a comment Go to comments

Read  this  story  and  just  see   how  touchy  it is !!!!!!!!!!!!
I  hope  this would  never  happen  with  you all…………

This is the story of a s/w engineer who had seen dreams to buy 2 Bed
room flat in India. Please go through this. You can find valuable things.
ONE BEDROOM FLAT… WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE *ENGINEER *

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 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 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 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 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…………….!!!!*

Thanks & Regards,
One s/w Engineer
(who had seen dreams)

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  1. Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 11:53 am

    Really superb & thought provoking one..
    thanks krisha.
    Mahes~

  2. Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 4:37 pm

    Good story, but is it really representative of Indian immigrants to the US? Or is it really the story of someone who didn’t plan his life well? The fact that he was willing to leave his wife really speaks volumes of his character.

  3. Thursday, April 12, 2007 at 9:47 am

    Thanks Mahesh. When i read this story, it really made me think hard :). But yea Krishna, i feel sometimes we just get carried away by things happening around us in the society and forget to set our goals and priorities in life. So i feel its the combined effect of both :).

  4. suma
    Friday, April 27, 2007 at 10:24 am

    hey….its superbub!!!!!!!!! good story…………………

  5. Abhinav
    Friday, July 27, 2007 at 11:40 am

    Yes the man didn’t plan his life well .Even after getting the information that his parents are seriouly ill he couldn’t get leave I dont know if it really happens in this Industry. He is himself to be blamed for all of this.

  6. VS
    Tuesday, September 4, 2007 at 11:11 pm

    The guy is 60 years old now.
    So he did his software engineering some 35-40 years ago???
    Which engineering college in India offered software engineering in 1970?

    Which company offered cheap international calling cards in the early 1970s?

  7. Thursday, June 19, 2008 at 1:02 pm

    Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Honorarium.

  8. Abhishek
    Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 1:52 pm

    It looks nice at the high level, but if you read it with logic in head, its idiotic. As someone else also had pointed out. There are too many logical errors to point out. It’s someone’s extreme imagination, that’s all.

    Not that I support going to US etc. but the point has to be conveyed logically not in this way.

  9. Anjum Rizwi
    Sunday, November 16, 2008 at 5:37 pm

    Heart touching story.
    After all money is not everything. We have to set goal in our life.

  10. Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 6:27 pm

    Конкурс для блоггеров от DRUGREVENUE с призовым фондом в 3000 долларов, спешите

  11. Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 6:22 pm

    Мог бы долго с вами спорить на эту тему 🙂

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